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==First part== Let me take a moment to tell you about Sergeant Marc Lecointe. First of all, Marc is a man. He is more of a man than you or I will ever be. Armed with a mere laser rifle and a pair of electro-flares, he boldly made the first step off the Skyranger to meet the alien foe terrorizing London in the middle of the goddamn night. First thing that happens as soon as he steps off the ramp? Some bitch snakeman, no doubt terrified at the sight of the can of whoopass it had opened, opened fire from the quite unmanly safety of a dark alley nearby. Got Marc right in the face. Let me tell you something. Marc survived that shot. And he was not happy about it. Now, we all know what happens to operatives who take a healthy dose of plasma to the face. First, they usually die. Second, in the unlikely event that they aren't jettisoned from the mortal coil, most of their capabilities plummet. Aiming and firing, after all, is unreasonably difficult when you have a hole in your arm. Or your face. Not so in the case of Marc Lecointe. I will admit, I did not have faith in Marc. He had 17 health left, and was fatally wounded. He was a dead man with a gun in his hands, for all I cared. After gunning down his cowardly assailant, he took point for a division of operatives, who were intended to use him as a no-risk scout to spot for them. Snakemen in a nighttime terror mission, after all, means chryssalids are close by. It's only right to minimize risks, whatever moral concerns are raised by the method. Marc proceeded to bring down chryssalids after rounding corners with no support, and sniped several snakemen that had been spotted by the other division of agents, clear across the other side of the map. Such was his bitter rampage of spite that, by the end of the mission, Sergeant Marc Lecointe had been single-handedly responsible for murdering half a dozen chryssalids and four snakemen. His aim was impeccable. His thirst for vengeance was unquenchable. Marc returned safely from the mission with 4 health remaining. He will spend the next 48 days in the Infirmary of X-Com's primary command center in North Africa. Marc Lecointe did not receive any promotions following the now infamous midnight defense of London.
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