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walking back inside the tower.  It was only by the grace of God that Governor Lanstum gave him the green light for the op.  Risking four squad’s worth of troopers, no matter how good they were, was nothing.  It was getting Lanstum to crack open the Mark II Dogkiller project and to allow all twenty-four of the costly prototype suits to leave Lemura that had been the miracle, that and the use of the Tridents. 
     
    As he entered the command center proper, it was a sea of chaos.  Tech and comm personnel hurried about in their preparations for the battle to come.  The long-range oceanic sensor array had picked up movement in the waters to the east.  Not just the normal passing of Kaiju raiding parties, but something much more worrisome.  The Kaiju appeared to be massing several miles off Lemura's coast. No Mother Kaiju had been detected as yet, but the number of lesser ones grew with each passing hour.  His staff's best guess approximated the Dog Kaiju's numbers to be in the thousands already.  Only a fool could look at the data at hand and see anything other than an army amassing for an assault.  It would take far more than a few thousand Kaiju of the smaller variety to threaten Lemura, however. 
     
    Based on the current rate of growth in the Kaiju numbers, it might take several days before they grew to the point of being a true danger.  Yeltsin was tempted to seize the initiative.  A strike against the Kaiju already off the coast would reduce the beasts' number, maybe even drive them away... but it could just as easily prematurely force the Kaiju's hand.  If there were Mother Kaiju, dormant or hiding off the coast, such an attack would surely bring them into action.  Lemura had withstood attacks before.  What was happening now wasn't totally out of the ordinary.  With the fall of Pacifica, Yeltsin couldn't afford to take the chances he might have otherwise. He was willing to admit he was on edge.  Making the wrong call could bring Lemura to its knees and end the last stronghold that humanity had.  Yeltsin flagged down an assistant to fetch him a mug of what passed for coffee these days.  Another officer came up to him and handed over a data chip of the standard daily reports on Lemura's overall state of readiness.  As soon as the assistant returned with coffee, Yeltsin retired to his office to look them over.
     
    Taking a seat behind his desk, he shoved the data chip into the reader before him. Holographic images appeared before him, displaying everything from totals of functional Mark I Dogkiller suits to detailed information regarding the status of the base's main cannons, all the way down to the current duty roosters.  With a sigh, he took a sip of the murky, black liquid in his mug and began to wade through the reports, making adjustments as he felt they were needed. 
     
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    Doctor Bach sat in the pilot's compartment of the lead Trident.  Normally his seat would belong to the ship's comm officer, but she had been unceremoniously booted from the aircraft to make room for Bach and all of his equipment needed to run his device. The Trident's bay was filled with the two armored squads of Dogkillers the ship carried, not including the loader, which meant that if the ship had communication problems, they would be out of luck.  The men and women in the bay were silent, their thoughts solely on the upcoming mission. 
     
    The console in front of Bach looked like someone had gone at it with a sledgehammer and then tried to reassemble while completely intoxicated.  Wires dangled here and there from open panels.  Entire circuit boards were exposed with additional high tech modulating units jerry-rigged onto them.  Despite the mess, Bach felt confident everything was working, as it should.  His modifications had turned the standard communications station into a “Kaiju Tracker.”  Instead of detecting and transmitting radio and laser data, the console now was capable of picking up the