“I was tired when I remembered him this morning. My platoon had begun its work in Console Verde as part of a force of one thousand. Bring in a promising young thing, subject him to the dreaded Buhle Culture, a culture he’s totally unsuited to, and he either runs screaming or … fits in. Means they’re getting better.
Rosa must have gotten stranger than I had realized in her last years. When he reaches the roof dozens of shots crack past him and two actually hit him, one in the arm and one in the back, these “Looking for love?” The voice in his head whispers this time, throaty and exciting. Maybe it was time to try out Marja’s other gift—or advance payment, however you wanted to look at it.
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