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Two figures have dropped from the airplane like torpedoes to fly under the power of their own armor, on either side of the road.

"They're slowing," says one into his helmet communicator. "Orders?"

=Remain at yoour current distance, Unit One. Any closer and you risk being put to sleep by Marvin.=

"Roger that. We'll land and keep the vehicle covered when it comes to a—"

They won't, however, because two trees spring up from the mass, impeding their progress and mildly concussing them into the bargain.