Games of Invictus
With weapons, I could imagine that the Spartan was a fearsome foe.
"Lucas," I called, "I need a pickup, fast!"
"Eject, dammit," Lucas called, "we have less than a minute until the warhead launches!"
A chorus of voices answered him.
"He can't!"
"Blast it," Lucas growled. "Yet another tactical retreat!"
He paused.
"I'll swing down over the crater, but it will have to be fast! It's just like Russia-run in a straight line and I'll be able to grab your mech!"
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