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       "I can do it:" I repeated: "requesting cover."
       "Carry out:" said the captain.
       I accelerated to get in front of him: slowed and stopped.
       I opened the cockpit and stood in the seat.
       He was rolling towards me at great speed.
       I sat down again and fastened my seat belts.
       He flew several tens of meters above me.
       I pressed the ejection button.
       Emergency charges detonated.
       I counted to five: unbuckled myself:  boosted my jump with the maximum power of the jets:
and shifted all my attention to my outstretched arms.
       I was approaching him insanely.
       I slammed into him and hugged him tightly.
       "I got her:" I said: when I stoped our breakneck carrousel: "she's a woman. Breathing."
       "Wait for the shuttle: the medic is on board."
       I imagined Lena impatiently studying her big watch and a pleasant feeling washed over me.
I was looking forward to telling her everything in detail and exaggerating flowerily while doing
so. She will be proud of me.
       "Understood." :I said and began to carefully inspect the woman's suit.
       Apart from a centimeter surface crack on the front side of the helmet: I did not find any
defects.
       I unzipped the side pocket and pulled out the patch.
       When I was smoothing the bond with my fingers:   she suddenly opened her eyes    and said
something: but I didn't understand: what it was.
       She was looking at me languidly.
       "Peter:" I read her lips.
       "No: my name is Filip:"    I told her with a smile:   "and you are the warrior from Lyra:
right?"
       She closed her eyes and passed out again.
       I took her in my arms and turned us towards my mangled warplane. 
       Combat lights went out. 
       Army attack was repulsed in great green style and our birds leisurely disappearing in the
open hangar of Moray.
       The robust body of a shuttle passed by gritty Hydron and slowly grew before my eyes.