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“Kaindonovsky.” Sasha looked down from where she was tightening a loose bolt on Cherno Alpha’s knee.
“Marshal.” Stacker motioned, clearly expecting the Ranger to follow him. In a move that betrayed the dance lessons she took as a young girl, before the Kaiju War, Sasha flipped over the railing of the scaffolding and slid down the vertical support like one would a fire pole.
“Да?” Pentecost walked towards the bay doors of the Shatterdome, where sunlight was finally streaming in after days of storms. He sat on the ledge, unafraid of the drop, soaking up the sun like a housecat.
“Medical informed me of the situation. How much longer will you stay in the Defense Corps while carrying a child?”