"Blue rings," she whispered. When her fingers uncurled they lay there, softly glowing on her palm. He reached half-heartedly and she snatched them away, cradling her hand as if wounded.
"Blue rings," she said, more sternly. Then, looking from where his fingers had pulled up short to his confused expression: "Black thoughts!"
Major Albarnard grinned, looking back at his platoon.
"Take her--" was all he had time to say before she tore out his throat. The jungle fell apart with booming voices and whirling blades. No shots were fired, and back on the satellite, no report.
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