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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Gideon" data-source="post: 2154608" data-attributes="member: 2813">End CombatBOOM!  ZZZZZ!  Ka-POW! SPRAMSH!The Guardians swarm over the paralyzed Sgt. Brano slamming him with fists and fire.You fall from a tall tower of blackness slamming into the soft chair of the VR chamber.“Very good.  The picnic food will be set out in the garden for 1800 hours.  We start at 0600 tomorrow morning.  Get cleaned up.”  The radio voice comes through the helmet’s ear phones.The doors of your chambers slide open as you remove the helmet and place it in its cubby.  Stripping off the medical patches you see the other members of the team starting to stand and stretch.Your muscles feel tired and your body drenched from sweat and exhausted.  You look down over at the clock and see that it is only 1500.  Several of you stop and translate that back to standard time and let out a little groan.Carbon:You hear a timid very feminine voice in your head.I had set the thought web up to work like a radio.  That’s why Lucy heard what you thought directly.  Sorry, I hope I didn’t cause too much trouble.</blockquote>