He trained with the Fomorri, often accompanied them on random missions, and was a fairly good aim. But the weapon always felt foreign in his hands, heavy and almost startling, not like he'd expected. He'd heard how Field Arcs trained so often with their weaponry that it became an extension of their bodies, like they'd been born with it. Finnegan and Chamberlain seemed to have this trait. They moved with the terrifying grace of a predator, weapons swerving in unison with their bodies. Matthew envied them for that."Target sighted," Newbill's voice came quiet and clear through his earpiece. "Female. Blonde.""Position?" Finnegan's voice came next."Waist deep in sludge. Something's got her spooked.""It's not hard to get spooked here," Romberg muttered.Taking several steps away from their ship the Io, Matt edged closer to the Hawaiian jungle. A long, thin screen stretched from his left wrist to his elbow, giving a real-time map of his men and their surroundings. A red dot began to form in the center of his map as the target was painted with laser-fine accuracy.
