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Chapter 8
Michael It wasn't until we were high enough off the ground did I forget how much I hated flying. Cobi snickers behind me as I lean over again when the plane dips through more turbulence. "Miss this big brother?" He chuckles, slapping me hard on my back. "About as much as I miss getting shot at." I had escaped the peanut gallery in hopes of getting my nausea to settle but it was no use. Being back in my old uniform, a part of my old team, going to some remote location where we will rescue a girl from captivity is unsettling to say the least. "Well prepare yourself for a lot of that as well." Standing back up at full height, I take in my brother. His dark blonde hair, brown eyes, and laid back personality have always given him a way with the ladies, but after dad died, he wasn't as adam
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