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Once more they were all gathered in the back of the cold hangar as dusk rolled over the abandoned submarine base. As she and Mick walked up to the group, Patty leaned close and whispered.
“Damn, Quinn. You were pretty magnificent out there,” Patty tried to make it sound like a tease, but it was absolutely true.
“Careful with those compliments, Gloucester. Might swell up my head.” Exactly what she’d figured he say.
“The way you smell, I’m not real worried. But if I ever want a shining knight in stinky, slimy slicks, I’ve found my man.” And she had, which they still hadn’t talked about. Now was not the moment, so she chose a different topic.
“Well, that exercise was useful as s**t,” she addressed Altman as they arrived at the gathered group and sat in the circle of recovered chairs.
