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Jamison forced himself to stay in his rack until the morning was nearly half-gone. He had no duties, and he was not about to reveal his curiosity prematurely. Still, when he figured it would be safe, he got up, dressed in civvies, and strolled casually down along the backside of the barracks. Although he’d be cool about it, he needed to find out what had happened at Skylar Wilks last night. Too bad the explosion cut things off with Nate and Floyd. It was just starting to get interesting. He chuckled to himself. He’d had an eye on the tall Comanche ever since their recruit class began. Floyd was an unknown quantity but cute and definitely had possibilities. s****l freedom was a habit he’d developed early living on Mattarah, a micro-world with the well-earned a reputation for being the univ