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- She was running this one by the seat of her pants. So she was surprised that the exactly correct thing sprang to her lips, even as fire began to rip through the newly brightened night.
- She pointed. "Kill lights!"
- The result was immediate, and shockingly effective. The alien rifles went off almost as one, hurling plasma and laser beams with pinpoint accuracy. Most of the lights were eliminated. Crash of plasglass. Tinkle-tinkle down the sloping sides of the factory. Machiko didn't complain, though.
- Certainly, she was also surprised at the Predators. They behaved like a crack unit, working together seamlessly. Like a bunch of well-trained Trojans. These guys had a military background, no question. It wasn't just Hunting. Was it in their traditions, their training-or their genes? Her job, however, was not to dawdle about and gawk.-Chpt.26 pgs.537-538
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