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... where—Covenant agents and Republic soldiers alike, torn apart by mandibles that didn’t discriminate. Ants swarmed through the facility, feeding on fresh corpses, attacking anything that moved.
"Bessia, triage check!" Bright commanded, his spatial foresight mapping the space. "Anyone still alive needs immediate extraction!"
Bessia moved through the horror with professional detachment, checking bodies with rapid efficiency. Most were dead—thoroughly, messily, recently. But her stin ...
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