CHAPTER 42
“Sorry.”
Jeff’s apology sounded perfunctory to Shelley as he slashed away at the MRE outer pouch. She was going to grab it back before he hurt himself, but then she noticed how he handled it. Most civilians were awkward when handling a big knife. She seen recruits cut themselves time after time during the long weeks of basic training, some severely.
Jeff Davis handled it almost as well as Grim. His slice into the pack was clean, not a ragged s***h.
In moments Tuna, Beef Patty, Beef Ravioli, and Cheese Tortellini were spread across the counter. He rapidly arranged and stacked the various elements. Shuffled a few, set others aside.
He made a small pile of the candy packets with toffee rolls in them.
“Throw those out.”
“What? The candy? Why? They look to be the best part of
