Chapter Thirty-Three
March 13, 2231, Io, Lindstrom Volcanic Research Station
Jia smiled as soldiers walked off the back ramp of their transport, Army-issue rifles in hand, green and black uniforms marking them as allies. Eight Army exos lined the walls, currently unmanned but being inspected by soldiers. She doubted the station had ever had as many people in it as it currently did. There was an entire platoon crammed in, squads spread out inside and outside the base, looking for any sign of dangerous Tin Men or Elites.
Erik might have been a veteran, but she found herself thinking of him as the Obsidian Detective, not retired Major Blackwell. Her subsequent experiences with the militia and Army, especially after the horrors of New Samarkand, had cemented her respect for the military.
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