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After AmericaA pair of Warrior infantry fighting vehicles passed by, drowning out the officer briefly. "Good morning, Lieutenant. Not a bad day for it, eh?" Dalby chirped as he passed over the clipboard without being asked. The lieutenant wiped a stream of rainwater from the brim of his helmet, only to see it reappear moments later. He leaned forward, dangerously close to dripping into Dalby's vehicle. "An excellent day for it, sir, and what would you be doing driving around my firing range?" "Well, if you'll read the top sheet, you'll see it's not all yours, Lieutenant… Hunter. We do have to share, you know." The officer, who spoke with the polished accent of the English upper class, turned down the corners of his mouth as he inspected the travel pass and Home Office authorization. "I see," he said somewhat despondently, almost as if he'd been looking forward to roaring through somebody other than his own men. "So it's the village you're off to, Mister Dalby and… Miss…" "Monroe," said Caitlin, sitting forward slightly. "Caitlin Monroe." "A consultant to the Home Office," Dalby offered ...» |
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