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>When the soldiers returned to the home, finding the drone exiting through a hole that had been torn through the wall
>She paused there, glancing at the soldiers for just a moment
>Then, in a burst of movement, before anyone could fire, she had vanished
>The snow that they had kicked up, blinding them as they shot at nothing
>The soldiers who trailed behind them had seen her, making her way down the valley
>They all had their rifles trained, ready to fire as she moved
>And they all froze
>She was directly between them
>Any shot fired by any party risked hitting the soldiers on the opposite side
>By the time someone found the nerve to fire, she was gone once again
>This left them to uncover the scene at the home
>Once again, it had been violent
>It had been, at the time, a household containing nine people
>The home they'd arrived at bore five survivors
>A child, who had somehow slept through the attack
>A man who had put up too much of a fight to be worth the effort compared to the easier food
>A woman had managed to flee the home with a few children, thankfully
>It was the news of this attack that had spurred Mishi to action.
>He'd wanted nothing more to do with Disassembly Drones
>He was retired, the war had taken too much from him
>Once was a tragedy, but one which he'd hoped the local military could rectify
>Twice was a mess of bumbling incompetence that he could not allow to stand
>And so, here he was. On Kazan-3
>One last hunt
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