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| − | <P ALIGN="center">Captain Adamant hated sitting in his armor. It was one of the many activities made worse by wearing it. That, and most seating implements weren’t made for men who '''weighed a ton'''.</P>
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| − | <P ALIGN="center">But here he was, '''sitting''' among the other PRIMUS soldiers, packed tight in the crew module of their transport. They were all suited up, ready to deploy. Some idly inspected their equipment in the dim, red glow flowing from the bulkhead lights. It was too loud to hold conversation. All Carter could think about was '''standing'''.</P>
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| − | <P ALIGN="center">But he wouldn’t bring himself to get up. He was doing his best to blend in with the soldiers, something he knew was impossible. Standing above them would only invite stares. It might even imply authority, something that was simply not true. He was there to lend a hand, like any other superhero would.</P>
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| − | <P ALIGN="center">And that was the problem. Carter had been a soldier his whole life, at least during the parts that were meaningful. Now he was...something else. The men and women in uniform regarded him with awe, curiosity, and scrutiny. He was no longer one of them. And Carter hated that too.</P>
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| − | <P ALIGN="center">Sudden turning in his stomach signaled that they were landing. '''Finally.'''</P>
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| − | <P ALIGN="center">Still, this was a breeze compared to the last month’s happenings. This was still familiar. Despite his new identity, and his refusal to stand, it was all very comfortable. No time travel. And '''no pleasure cruises'''. Just some good old-fashioned peacekeeping action. And this time, '''he’d be bulletproof'''.</P>
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| − | <P ALIGN="center">The transport landed, and everyone stood. Captain Adamant did so as well, with a sigh of relief. He could feel a myriad of eyes, peering up at his shining form through many a visor. He stood almost a foot taller than the soldiers beside him.</P>
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| − | <P ALIGN="center">The door hissed and unbolted itself, and hydraulics tractored the ramp downward and out from the soldiers. First, there was only the sound of wind, whistling harshly, even eerily through the growing opening in the hull.</P>
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| − | <P ALIGN="center">But soon thereafter, a blast of cold, crisp air ripped through the cabin. It was enough to jostle some of his accompanying soldiers; fitting straps, equipment pouches and satchels all taking a beating from the wind. But Captain Adamant stood motionless, sturdy as the ship. The first row of soldiers began their jog out onto the platform. Carter followed, his steps resounding throughout the crew module.</P>
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| − | <P ALIGN="center">The Unbreakable Man met the bitter night air with enthusiasm, and couldn’t hide his smile. The unclouded black and blue sky accented with every star clear as crystal. Utility lights blasted the needed portions of the landing pad with white light, and the platform itself buzzed with human activity. Another landing craft departed, as a loading lift took off with its cargo, and another squad of PRIMUS soldiers made their way off the pad towards Command.</P>
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| − | <P ALIGN="center">There were still eyes on him, without a doubt. He could feel it. But it didn’t matter. Command was just a few dozen yards away, his targets likely hidden deep in the winter beyond Steelhead’s walls.</P>
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| − | <P ALIGN="center">'''''Now this is a vacation.'''''</P>
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