It’s time to go. Fiddlestix had to make a clean break, running away from Deacon. Only her sense of duty to her people has made her go back. She couldn’t let them face McLain alone.
McLain was waiting at the tarmac to meet them. He didn’t look happy. When he saw how few of the cyber warriors she’d brought home, he was even angrier. “Those men are worth a million apiece and you killed them?”
“They were a threat, sir.”
“You know what I think, Master Sergeant? I think you’re the threat.”
“With all due respect, sir, you’re full of shit. You sent us in there knowing what we were up against. You know what I think? I think you sent them there on purpose.” She clapped him on the shoulder in a friendly fashion.
“You can’t prove that,” McLain growled, jerking away.
Fiddlestix smiled as if to say she…
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