The simulation was no longer a game of chess. It was a brawl. The wake-homer was a brute-force weapon. It didn't care about thermal layers or fancy sonar tricks. It chased the disturbance in the water left by the Pumpkinseed’s propeller.
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Lena let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. The trainer did not offer answers; it offered evidence. It taught restraint, cruelty, mercy, and the arithmetic of supply lines. It taught when to shoot, and more importantly, when not to. Cold Waters 1.15g Trainer