4278 stands at full attention, rifle held in a perfect grip while the other soldiers shift slightly waiting for orders. To him, their lack of discipline is disgusting. He clenches his fist. They are unworthy. Suddenly a Combine Elite steps into the room. His stark white armor gleams under the flickering lights and the single red eye of his mask glares forward like the gaze of a god. The Elite begins issuing orders in his deep filtered voice then leaves 4278 awestruck
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