: Dean F. Wilson
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“The real Hopebreaker
isn't made of metal. It's made of flesh,” he added,
gesturing to himself. * * * The platoons formed into a convoy, rolling out in single
file to help disguise their profile from enemy eyes. Rommond's platoon was
noticeably tiny: just five landships, two of which were not in great
heard them creaking along beside him, and it was not a reassuring sound. The
general sat in the back of one
of the trucks, where the Long Spyglass was fitted.
Brooklyn worked ...