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All day the Peleliu had raced south, the poor old ship proving that her bones were still good and engines powerful. Kara had avoided the many questions from SOAR and Navy personnel alike by retreating to her cabin and doing a face-plant that didn’t begin to recover what the last three sixteen-hour days of flying had taken out of her.
When she finally climbed out of the sack, Lola and Trisha were headed for a pre-breakfast run…so Kara headed for the showers. She didn’t need questions at this point, especially ones she suspected she wasn’t allowed to answer. She swept through the breakfast line taking anything portable—carefully not looking toward Connie and Claudia at one of the half-filled mess tables—and headed for the GCS container.
Once inside, she pulled down the black case from t
