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“I was chatting with Stan McCabe over at the Two-Twelve,” Major Napier started talking even as he and Mick set their breakfast trays down on the table the 5E had taken over.
They were the last two to arrive. The rest of the Night Stalkers were already crowded around a long table in the Gold Rush Inn Dining Facility. The evening crowd—which was the Night Stalkers’ morning—was mostly Air National Guard grunts, though there were some Army fliers and servicefolk mixed in. The Air Force was based down at the far end of JBER and they used other facilities down at that end of the field.
The floor-to-ceiling curved windows showed a view of streetlights in the last of the fading fall light and a heavy drizzle, chill water that had indeed found its way down the back of his collar as he was cros
