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4 The crews sat at a pair of picnic tables, chowing down on breakfast or whatever meal you called it when you were eating hamburgers and chips at six a.m. after working all night. They were regaling each other with last night’s simulated battle in grand gestures and extravagant terms—utterly giddy with having graduated. He, Cass, and Danielle were seated in a small group of chairs off to one side. They were seated in front of the slowly decaying Ech Heliport office building and close by the pristine hangar. A food truck along with a couple of Army cooks had pulled in alongside, fired up, and begun feeding them as daylight broke over the field. Pete contemplated the situation. “How much trouble will I get in for murdering my commanding officer?” He ignored the sour expression on Cass’ fa