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Aster sighed, and didn't bother to respond to Azmeen. His own retorts had made it quite clear that he was a social darwinist rather than a pragmatist, causing their view to differ somewhat. While his plans for a Stratian dominated world made sense in theory, it was also nonsensical to just assume they would win without support. His pride and lack of concern for strategy showed the sniper that this wasn't an argument she would win, no matter how many sensible points she made to the contrary. The best solution would be to just change the subject and let it be.

"I've already loaded up. Alright, he should be somewhere around here," She said, sliding her rifle off her back and glancing around. Sure enough, in the distance, she could see several faint black shapes, one of which she quickly identified as Vage.

"I've spotted him," She said matter-of-factly. "It looks like those civilians are trying to get him away. There's a Jeep coming to pick them up, by the look of it. I'll try to pick him off quickly before he can get in."

A plan was already forming in her mind. The GPS location system of standard Stratian combat armor was in the right shoulder plate, just next to the collar. That was the only reason they were able to track Vage down. With that Jeep coming, if something were to happen to that GPS system, then the two Stratians wouldn't have a chance to catch him. The shot she planned on trying to make was practically impossible to pull off without injuring Vage. On the other hand, Aster was determined to do the impossible, no matter what.

But for this plan to work, she'd have to stall and wait until just before Vage could get into the Jeep to open fire. They would take cover behind the vehicle and escape with him in tow, and if Aster could do it, then everything might still work out. Since Vage was with noncombatants, she was fairly sure he would be safe from any Artomidian government retaliation. This could save him. It had to. This was Aster's only option.