Final MissionIt is hot. My undersuit is maxed out with perspiration, and I watch a trickle of sweat roll down my cracked chestplate as I check my weapons one more time. I watch the tank drive away into a tiny dot and finally disappear. My left leg aches, still smoking from the cauterizing I gave it before I sent the team packing to the rendezvous. I injected a numbing shot into it as they left and I lay the last vial next to me and continue my gear check. My 'steel-shredder is at half charge, the '15' has less than that. I take the scope off of my M5 and attach it to the DC-15 rifle. I adjust the beam setting to maximum and set it back on the rock next to me. My two fully charged 's' blasters are holstered and the DC15s is zip-strapped to my dark green shoulder harness. My hand touches the two grenades and I check my gauntlets for charge. I zip-strap the core detonator to my right thigh.