It was around 2300 hours when I finally hit the rack, and as I always did when I thought we may enter into a combat situation, I lay on my bunk with my eyes closed and said a prayer for the safety of my squad.

Eric had to admit that she looked street—upscale street, but still street. Kayla's look tended to change with the seasons; at the moment it was less Goth than paramilitary, with laced jump boots.

Papa used to have a right smart of money, but I don't know what he did with it.

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