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... "How far are they?"
"Three hundred meters! No more than that!"
"Go!" He leapt off the vehicle, boots hitting the ground hard. "All units, regroup! Everyone, on me!"
The female soldiers froze at his urgency. Magnus never lost his calm. Seeing him panic, they dropped their tools without question and rushed toward him, confused, unsure where to form up.
"Liana!" Magnus grabbed Liana’s arm. "Take a squad and unload every weapon from the trucks. Bring them here. As ma ...
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