Far off, Brody cuffed Oneera and slapped on a custody monitor. Soft hum of the camera, shooting empty chairs. I could look forward to watching most of the attack on television. In front of my boss. Who was a hundred and twenty seven years old and had spent a hundred of it learning to swiftly lathe the green wood known as rookies into the structure that held up society.
Body wants to sleep now.
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