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“Hey, guys, hold up a minute,” Bobbie said “Hilly, you have any extra hydraulic fluid in your pack?”

“Yep,” said Hill it out

“Give my left knee a squirt, would you?”

While Hill on her suit, Gourab and Travis began an argument that seemed to be about sports Bobbie tuned it out

“This suit is ancient,” Hill is just going to happen more and more often, you know”

“Yeah, I should,” Bobbie said But the truth was that was easier said than done Bobbie was not the right shape to fit into one of the standard suits, and the Marineshoops every time she requisitioned a new custohtly above average height for a Martian hed in at over a hundred kilos at one g None of it was fat, but her h a weight room As a marine, she trained all the time

The suit she had noas the first one in twelve years of active duty that actually fit well And even though it was beginning to show its age, it was just easier to try to keep it running than beg and plead for a new one

Hill to put his tools ahen Bobbie’s radio crackled to life

“Outpost four to sticker four,” Bobbie replied “This is stickuys? You’re half an hour late and so down over here”

“Sorry, four, equipht be going down, but not enough to ask about it over an open frequency

“Return to the outpost i into lockdown”

It took Bobbie aat her, their faces aat you?” she finally asked

“Not yet, but they’re shooting Get your asses back here”