Games of Invictus
When the smoke cleared I realized that the plasma launcher on my left had been reduced to a puff of smoke and a charred metal shell.
"Lucas," I inquired, attempting to sound nonchalant, "how close are you?"
A patch of sky shimmered above me-an almost undetectable change, but it filled my heart with hope. Rescue was close.
"I'm on my way in!" Lucas confirmed. "Keep them distracted so they don't notice me, otherwise we'll both be turned to slag!"
"Understood," I nodded, "commencing operation meatshield now."
If Lucas found my joke funny he didn't express it.
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