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- Kennedy spun and slammed her fist into the soldier’s gut. It hurled him back through the thin wall of shrubs. He crashed to the ground, rolled over twice in the dirt, and came to rest at the edge of the garden plot. Smith looked at him and smirked.
- “Specialist,” bellowed Kennedy, “you’d better stay down if you know what’s good for you.”
- “Oh, yeah,” Hector said. “Weak as a kitten. No good like this at all.”
- Taylor coughed a few times, sat up, and shook the dust from his hair. He glared at the first sergeant, but he kept his mouth shut and didn’t stand up. He turned his gaze on the people watching, instead.
- Excerpt From Ex-Isle, pg 522
- Peter Clines
- https://books.apple.com/us/book/ex-isle/id989619017
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