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- IT WAS SHORTLY AFTER MIDNIGHT. The muddy puddle at his feet ran red with his blood. All he could think about was Ellen.
- Ellen, living the rest of her life alone. Ellen, put through hell again. Ellen.
- At night in Kabul, temperature dipped to below freezing. The good news was that the cold had helped stop the bleeding. The bad news was that he was in danger of going into hypothermia. He could barely keep himself conscious—he’d only been able to do so thus far by jabbing the butt of the M9 into his wound to feel that sharp pain. Now his arm was numb. If he fell asleep, he’d be a carcass by morning.
- - True Allegiance, Part 1: Brett (2)
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