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“I want all the equipment checked and packed for the op this weekend,” I told Hayes.
We were in the war room—formerly Gram’s sewing room, which served as our temporary command center.
We met every morning at 0800 hours. One thing I’d learned in the military was regimen, and—except for my mountain man beard—I hadn’t dropped it when I came home. My mood may have been dark as hell, but at least I had a goddamn routine.
And a lot of wood to chop.
It was funny how different it all felt today, though.
I had Indi in my life. Everything had changed. Clearing Buck’s name was even more important because I didn’t want her to suffer another day without knowing the truth.
I also hated keeping this effort from her, but it was for her own protection.
“Already done, Master Chief.”
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