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==Chapter 21 - The Wind at my Back, Stars at my feet==
back in the woodline...
Carlos wiped the blade of his Kaybar on leaves, as the Star Adder encampment erupted into chaos. Their site security would embarrass a Blakie unit-they relied on their automated systems and the few alert sentries weren't exactly what he'd consider 'alert'. his squad worked over a barracks tent without so much as someone waking to take a piss. half a deck of cards left behind to let them know who did them, a tradition from the birth days of the Service, when Coast Guard marines supporting the 171st would hit a Rim Worlds encampment, leaving calling cards in the slashed throats of dead enemies. 
It was just like killing Blakists to him though-he held up a shoestring, dug into his pocket, and slid sliced ears onto it, the fresh ones on top of Blakist and Manei Domini taken at New Earth and Titan. 
"Move out boys and girls, we don't want to stick here." he subvocalized, using the mastoid mic on low power. on his helmet's HUD, he counted live sigs-his platoon was out and forming into exfil lines along the route mapped by the shuttle's sensors when they were on approach, noting the heat sigs picked up by the RTO and the Weapons squad. "Avoid the bunch on the east side, rally at the pickup point, we've got more mischief to do." 
It wasn't the Jihad, but he knew local resistance forces when he saw them. The mission was to make contact, but he wasn't sure he should with a string of human ears and blood-soaked fatigue sleeves. 
Might give the wrong impression. 
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