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After a moment, Kirsten nods. “Much. Thank you.”

Koda can’t help the smile that spills out, and Kirsten responds with one of her own, all the more glorious for barely being seen, like the tantalizing flash of a deeply desired gift.

Another moment goes by, the sounds of exploding landmines slashing through the air around them. Releasing Kirsten’s chin almost reluctantly, Dakota slips her glove back on and looks carefully at Kirsten, asking a question in her eyes. Kirsten nods and, with a deep breath, Koda rises, pulling the other woman up with her and holding her until Kirsten is more or less steady on her feet.

Kirsten moves up to turn her implants back on, only to be stopped by Koda, who catches her hand and curls it firmly around her bicep. Understanding the silent message, Kirsten gives another nod and begins walking forward in step with her companion. Effectively blind, and now completely deaf, she has no choice but to trust the tall Lakota woman who has, for the second time this day, saved, if not her life, at least her sanity.

Trust is the one emotion she has never, truly, felt able to give anyone. But in the end, and with this woman, she relinquishes the fetters in her soul without a second’s hesitation. There is something very freeing in this simple, if profound, act, and in this giving, she finds herself changed in a way she could never have predicted.

*

When the explosions start, Tacoma immediately clicks his comm. unit, then winces as static crackles directly into his ear. Undeterred, he clicks the unit again and again, willing to hear his sister’s voice through the interference. “Tanski, come in. Dakota, if you hear me, come in.”

As more explosions rip through the night, Tacoma looks over at the Colonel with wide eyes. She holds a hand out. “Let me try.”

Slipping the earpiece from his ear, Tacoma hands the unit over to Allen. She situates the piece, then clicks to open transmission. “Allen to Rivers. Allen to Rivers. Do you read me. Over.” Static answers her, and she tries again. “Allen to Rivers. Dakota, Manny, damn it, if you’re receiving me, answer.”

Nothing.

She shoots a quick look over her shoulder. “Mendoza, do you have a fix on their position?”

The young corporal looks at her with a hangdog expression. “No, Ma’am. Nothing but interference across the board.”

“Shit.” Allen’s epithet was softly spoken, but Tacoma’s sharp hearing picked it up, and he shared with her a brief look of concern and commiseration. “Allen to Rivers. Dakota, can you read me.”

Another moment passes in silence.

Tacoma shoulders his weapon and straightens his jacket.

“What are you doing?” Allen asks, eyes narrowed.

“I’m gonna find them. Now.”

“Wait.” She doesn’t back down from the tall man’s fierce glare. Swallowing her Colonel’s pride, she deliberately softens both face and voice. “Please, wait. You don’t even know where they are!”

“She’s my tanski. My sister. I don’t need a map. I just need this.” A meaty fist thumps against his heart. “I’ll find them.”

Static crackles. And then….

“…ta he…rea…u.”

“Dakota! Dakota, can you read me? Come back.” She knows her voice has a note of rather obvious desperation in it, but she can’t seem to dredge up the will to care.

Tacoma freezes, turns, and looks back at the Colonel, who nods and beckons him back while listening through the static to Koda’s broken words.

“…read…Colonel…t….”

“Dakota, you’re breaking up. Listen to me. We can hear explosions coming from your last noted position. Are you okay?”

“…fine….mines….we’re….”

Allen’s eyes widen. “Excuse me? I didn’t copy. Did you say ‘mines’?”

The static clears for one miraculous moment. “I said mines, Colonel. Anti-tank mines.”

“But where? How?”

“From the supply sergeant at the base. Now if you’ll excuse me….”

“Wait a minute!” Maggie yells as Tacoma hides a chuckle behind a faked cough. “You’re saying you took anti tank mines from the base? Do you know how dangerous that was?!? You could have been killed!!”

Dakota’s return transmission is succinct. “I do, we weren’t, they worked, and with all respect, Colonel,” Dakota deliberately emphasizes Maggie’s title, “yell at me later. We’re in the middle of a white-out here and I need to get my team to safety. Rivers out.”

Allen looks down at the dead comm. link in her hands, then up at Tacoma, whose dark eyes are shining with mirth.

“Do you find this in the least funny, Sergeant?” she snaps.

Tacoma sobers slightly. “Respectfully, Colonel, this is Dakota we’re talking about. No one commands her.” A slight smirk curves his lips. “Unless she wants them to, of course.”

Allen simply glares.

*

Dakota continues forward as she clicks the comm. link closed. Manny, who has heard the entire conversation, turns his head in her direction, though the snow is still far too furious for him to clearly see her, only half a foot away. “Ooooh, she’s not gonna like that, cuz.”

“Let her fire me if she wants to,” Koda mutters in return, trying fruitlessly to peer through the swirling snow. “I just want this damn squall to stop.”

As if only awaiting those very words, the snow does just that. It doesn’t just taper off. It stops completely, vanishing as if it had never been.

Manny comes to a halt and blinks. The abrupt end of the storm reveals their APC not more than ten feet away, blanketed in at least eight inches of newfallen snow. “Holy Mother,” he breathes before turning to his cousin, eyes wide as saucers. “I can’t believe you just did this. I knew you were half Hupaki glake. I fucking knew it!”

Koda rolls her eyes at him. “You’ve got the ears for one.”

Blushing slightly, Manny instinctively reaches up for the aforementioned appendages. “Not fair.”

“Take that up with Makha Ina. Right now, I just want to get home. You drive.”

“You got it, cuz.”

She looks to Kirsten, who is staring at her with an odd expression on her face. “What? What is it?”

Reaching up to turn her implants back on, she removes the ear bud from her ear and takes a step closer to Dakota. “You’re bleeding.”

Koda looks down, for the first time noticing the red stain covering much of her left chest. Her cammo suit is raggedly torn and fresh blood oozes slowly from the hole. “Oh. It’s just a scratch.”

“How did it happen?”

“From the tree that fell. I think.”

Their eyes meet. “The one that would have hit me if you hadn’t shielded me with your body. Why did you do that?”

Koda shrugs. “Because I could.” It is a simple reply, and the truth of it shines through in her words, and eyes, leaving Kirsten to look at her in wonder.

Manny ends the moment with a quick toot of the horn. “Come on, guys! Time’s a’wasting.”

As Koda starts forward, more blood flows from the wound, soaking her cammos. Kirsten stops her with a touch to the wrist.

“That’s more than a scratch. Sit in the back with me. I’ll tend it as we’re driving back to the base.”

“It’ll be fine,” Koda demurs. “It can wait.”

“Please.”

One simple word, so softly spoken, opens up a side of the young scientist that Dakota had long suspected was there, but had never really seen. Until now. She smiles, a cockeyed half-grin that Kirsten privately finds rather attractive. “Okay.”

*

“Geez, Manny!” Koda hisses as the APC hits yet another deep rut, bouncing its occupants, particularly the ones in the back seat, around like rag dolls. “We’re not at the local tractor pull, you know.”