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argued, but backed down when she hit them with that cold glare that worked so well on
Brach. They filed out... and ran into her husband, pushing his way through in the opposite
direction.
"Lee! Come on; let's go!"
A green light on the main console signaled the medivac pilot was ready. Lee opened
the hangar blast doors. "You go ahead, Brach. I'm staying until final evac."
"This is final evac! The Destroyer's leveling into position. This base is not a starship,
Lee, and you're not the captain! You don't have to go down with it!"
"I don't intend to. But we can't risk the zerg getting our intel, and there's no time to
wipe everything."
"So set the self-destruct nukes, and let's go!"
"It's not that simple. Too short a timer, we might take out the Victory and everyone
on board. Too long, and the zerg could have cleared out with everything before the nukes
are even primed."
"Then what do you suggest?"
Lee looked down at the console. With the marines retreating, the zerg were already
starting to breach the outer sectors of the main building. And roaches would make short
work of the bulkhead blast doors, including the one here in centcomm. She turned to Brach
and smiled. "Remember how I argued about bringing the trophy cabinet?"
the plan..."
"Yeah..."
She stood on tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek. "Well, now you're a genius. Here's
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