Drake nodded. "Get some sleep," he ordered. "I'll wake you up when it's your shift."

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Three days passed, and the bugs had only attacked once. He felt that the attacks were halfhearted, like something was occupying them. [i]Good for us[/i], the Sergeant thought. The Wey-Yu PMCs settled in, and the Marines were only semi-hostile towards them now. Drake had updated the [i]Autumn[/i], and received new orders: they were to go into the nest today.