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In Alexandria, the Skyranger swoops in low beneath a raised highway. Cars and lorries wait patiently for drivers who will never return. Some still idle gently.
A fairly standard op, but for two things: one, the rookies screwed up the calibration of our laser rifles on their last mission, so the team were down to lead rounds and beam pistols for the most part; two, we faced determined flanking from the enemy's Floaters, able to make rocket propelled leaps straight to 6 o'clock. More than once, there was a Floater not five paces behind Nix, ready to fire.
Fortunately, so was Twitch.
Jumped by a Sectoid, Cpl. Ash flips up his rifle, hears the dull click of an empty cartridge. Stumbling back, he scrabbles for his sidearm - firing wildly, he sends it scuttling into the darkness, running scared.
Moments later it's back - with a friend in tow. By then, however, LG has her rocket launcher prepped and ready.
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