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five-meter-deep ravine. She could have probably jumped it, certainly if she’d been permitted to go all out and tap her new implants, but this was a basic physical retest to see that she was ready for field operations again. No implants, no armor, no joke.
    She hit the wall running, planting four steps up the vertical surface before gravity decided it had had enough, then jumped with hands outstretched to hook the edge of the twelve-meter stack of wood. She grunted as she pulled herself up, rocking her legs back and forth enough to build momentum before scissoring over the top and dropping into free fall on the other side.
    Sorilla rolled along the packed dirt, coming up running as the nets came into view ahead of her. She dove under them, skidding through mud and muck with her face in the worst of it, but never stopped moving as she crawled the length with her head half under water and mud, popping up on the other side with every muscle in her body screaming against the flagrant abuse.
    She’d been bedridden for the better part of two months since the surgery to update her bionetics, or close enough as to make little difference, shooting her physical conditioning to hell, and her body was now making sure she was well aware of the fact.
    She collapsed across the finish line as her leg gave out, going numb and toppling her to the left as she rolled to a stop and flopped onto her back, panting.
    Steps approached, combat boots coming into view and stopping just a few feet from her position as the owner of the boots leaned over and her face came into view.
    “You know, Sor,” the annoyingly chipper blonde smiled widely at her. “If you’d signed up for a sane occupation, like say the medical corps, you wouldn’t be lying on the ground in pain right now.”
    “Oh shut it, Jen,” she muttered from her back. “You know I can’t stand the sight of blood.”
    “Not unless you’re the one exposing it to sight,” the medic countered with a roll of her eyes. “Oh, just for the record, doc sent me down here to tell you to cut this shit out, you’re overdoing it.”
    “Tell that interfering prick that a lady needs her privacy some times and he should keep his nose out of my implants.”
    Jennifer Ransom chuckled. “Really, Sor? I thought those were all natural.”
    “Oh stuff it.” Sorilla forced herself to sit up, her abdomen protesting the strain she was putting it under. “How was my time?”
    Jen snorted but checked the clock just the same. “Well, the course record isn’t in any risk of being broken, but respectable for an invalid.”
    Sorilla grabbed the watch from the medic and checked it herself then flopped back down. “Damn it.”
    “You’re doing fine,” Jen offered as she crouched down, hands hanging loosely between her thighs as she rested her elbows on her legs. “Despite trying to tear yourself open again, you’ve healed well, and all the new implants check out. Doc says you’re cleared for active duty, so you can stop trying to pretend you’re a tough bitch and go back to being one for real.”
    “About time,” Sorilla grunted as she snapped herself up again, getting her legs under her and rising to her feet. “Implants?”
    “Unlocked. You’re cleared for active, like I said.” Jen shrugged. “Don’t take that as an excuse to be stupid with your pacing, Sor.”
    “I know my way around a recon schedule, Jen. I’m a big girl now,” Sorilla smirked tiredly as she walked over to a bench and grabbed a water bottle.
    She took a long drag on the liquid, until the rawness of her throat was soothed, then she swished the rest around her mouth and spat it out. “Any word on assignments?”
    “Not through us, but you know that’s not our department.” Jen shook her head. “I expect you’ll get a call.”
    Sorilla nodded. “All right, thanks. I’m going to shower and grab a bite. Tell the doc I better not catch him accessing my implant videos again.”
    “You need to learn to shut the