"This is Mobious 1," the Marine sniper reported, "sights are hot." In his view was Vega, the scope centred on his head. "Fire."

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"I hope not either darlin," Nancy said after a moment. "Let's face it though, the way Interpol is right now is Kei...is a pacifist's nightmare come true." She adjusted the outfit she was wearing. "Some way to stop them with peace and love I'd love to know about. Be damned however if I won't do the things I can do."

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The bright orange Australian sunrise blazed across the sky, lighting up the land after the dawn ANZAC service. It was something Nancy had thought of, to bring down a group to such a service to give them an idea as to what being a soldier meant, away from the politics and slandering they are subjected to, even though the country had been the ones invading. Rather than head for Galipoli, they were here in a small town braving the cold autemn air to attend the service. "Did you hear about what happened after Vietnam?" The leader of the group was one of Nancy's most promising students, Jessie, the eldest of the group had done her research and understood why it was better to be here than on the beaches of Turkey. "You might remember that it was not popular. Hard to say whether it was worse than Iraq...the soldiers came home and at some of the memorials and cenotaphs those against the war doused them in blood, red paint, called them baby killers, because they did not agree with them aiding America."

"That's horrible." Jessie looked at the young Japanese with irony, barely sixty years ago the Empire had been set to take over the country, and now they attended the dawn service in memorial of the soldiers their fathers and grandfathers fought against. "They held such hatred for them?" Jessie thought it over for a moment before replying.

"It seemed so." The group had broken out in a discussion on the topic, so she pulled away to let them have at it. Discussion on such topics was not something she favored, and she avoided it when she could.