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Reese nods. She's performed enough combat drops to know that the abort window is closing fast and if this dropship's captain is like all the others she's served with he was more concerned with his paint job than his duty. She steps forward slightly. "Commander Harrison, can you confirm Charlie Zone clear?" she asks him. "I have an invasion to go to." It is her attempt at levity. "Sweeping last sector now," he replies, and then adds "sir." It is his attempt to gain some breathing room. Reese is prepared to give him none. "Well." She says, her eyes widening at the not-so-subtle jibe of "sir". "I think we can count on Mr. Harrison." One way or the other, she thinks and turns her head toward the Lieutenant. "Tell the flight deck we're clear." Nodding vigorously, Hensley cues his microphone. "We are go for invasion!" he announces. "Touchdown in....one-three-two, one-three-one..." All across the ship officers, cadets, MechWarriors, shipmen, and soldiers alike make ready for war.
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