The events unfolded for Tom as if in slow motion. He had seen the Ocelot whip out from the building to catch Yukari's armor in a move so fast that the Yamataian had hardly opened his mouth to scream at his superior to get away.
The sickening crunching of Yukari's trapped armor snapped him out of his stupor only to fill him with an utterly crushing feeling of helplessness and failure.
The point was clear:
Yukari, his superior, but more importantly his friend, was going to die and there was nothing he could do about it.
"Run Freeman-Hei! Run! Do not stay!"
Tom trembled at the words...
Why, dammit!? Why is everyone acting so crazy!? There's no failure in running away from a fight you can't win! WHY don't they realize this? Why doesn't Yukari realize this?!
Now she was going to die and--
BOOM!
The missiles smashed into the Ocelot, and then the world returned to normal.
An allied Mindy, out of nowhere, had saved them. She wove and struck mercilessly at the enemy, flittering with the grace of a dragonfly. The Ocelot dropped Yukari.
Then, in a horrible instant, the dragonfly that had saved their lives was squashed.
Tom quelled tears at the sight, at the loss of someone he would never meet, the one who had saved their lives.
It seemed that the VR simulation had once again become a little too real for the Yamataian to handle.
Is this honor? To die on a battlefield? To get a cute little metal and a ribbon that says your sacrifice will never be forgotten?
His mind wandered to thoughts of the Mikomi, of all his friends who had died fighting mindless drones...
I'm sorry, but I don't want to be part of that... they can take those ribbons and shove them up their ASSES!
"Freeman, this is Claymere. I'm going to try and pull Yukari out of there while the Mindy has it distracted. After I grab her we'll get out of here and catch up to the others."
Claymere's words were like a douse of cold water on Tom's face. They still had a chance to get out of this in one piece.
"Right-O sir! I'll be on your tail in a jiffy!"
His AIES long ago reported that the Ocelot's shields had dropped from the Mindy's assault.
And Tom had drawn his plasma rifle and took aim at the Ocelot's head, the debris of the recent explosion coming down like a hail of rain.
Time to repay you for what you've done, bitch.
He fired.