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Interrogative swarm status?

Operative units at sixty-one percent . . . fifty-seven percent.. .fifty-two ...

There was no automatic disengagement under a late disengage.

.. .forty-nine ...

Disengage! Disengage!

His whole body convulsed with the shock. Then, he could feel his lungs
laboring in the darkness. He'd stopped breathing for a few moments. Close... too
frigging close...

His breathing slowed. His poopsuit was soaked, his back stuck with sweat to
the sensie-seat, and he stunk with fear-sweat as he eased off the mesh linkcap.

All he could do for a time was sit and breathe.

No one even looked in his direction in the dimness, even as bodies rushed
past him. He shook his head and looked to his left. Suares lay limp in the
sensie-chair-- scarlet-flared. He wasn't breathing. He wouldn't, not ever, deJahn
knew. Brain-fried.

Meralez was kneeling beside Vielho, but her words made no sense to deJahn.
Vielho's body kept twitching, and he screamed silently, as if his vocal cords had
been ripped out of his throat.

A medtech appeared with a porta-gurney, moved around Meralez, and
slapped a trankmask on Vielho. The medic never looked around as he strapped
Vielho into the gurney, ignoring the other techs.

"Techs ..." said the major from the ops station.

DeJahn knew what DiLayne meant. He stood, moved toward the pod exit,
then touched the pad.

Tech deJahn ... released, duty status green.

He followed Esquival out into the passageway. She didn't look back. Neither
did he.

Late disengagement.

Suicide mission.

****

VII.
Specialist biofeedback is required for optimal efficiency in special operations.