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“So?”
Trisha asked before Kara had a chance to put down her dinner tray. Kara scanned the officers’ mess to see if it was too late to sit somewhere else, but the other women of SOAR had already shifted to make room for her.
Her choice of seating was kinda all over the place. Most people had a spot and hung with their own. Kara usually moved around and had only landed at the room’s center table with the SOAR women once or twice over the last two months.
The 75th Rangers always took a cluster of tables on the side closest to the chow line; the ability to get speedy seconds and thirds was an essential element of their existence. She’d only sat with them a few times. It was odd to sit with a combat unit when you didn’t carry a gun for a living—it broke the invisible bond of theirs whenev
