Beyond The Thunderdome

Midtown, Manhattan, New York
March 5st
7:00 PM

The trip back to the airport took us only a couple of minutes, but the battery cost was quite large, now I only had 20 percent of power left. Although it was only a moment, the flight, although dangerous because I still did not know how to fly with the armor, was also a moment that I could moderately rest. I am almost approaching twelve hours of continuous combat and fatigue is beginning to take its toll. My legs are killing me, my arms hurt and I can barely hold the gun, my back is not happy either with the unbalanced weight I have in my backpack. 

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When we got to the airport we immediately boarded one of the planes, which according to Kazumi was the one with the safest position in the formation. The faces of the soldiers to see the three young girls get on the plane were disoriented. They immediately told us to get off, and they even pushed us, but when my mother appeared again speaking and giving them orders to obey my orders, well let's just say that they raised more doubts. Understandable in fact, as even I didn't think they had to do that, but once again my mother quickly clarified the matter. After all the planes were full, they took off in various groups, first the fighter jets that would try to escort us, then the strategic bombers, from B-2 Spirit to the old B-52, which carried everything from smart bombs to junk car parts, everything that could fit on airplanes. Last were the troop transport planes, which were packed with 82nd airborne soldiers volunteering for a second jump. 

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