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“No you aren’t!” Marta was startled by his defeatist tone. “The doctors expect a full recovery.” The damage to her own leg was almost as severe. Her bones hadn’t been broken, but the bullets had tumbled and ripped up tendon and muscle badly. But no one was going to stop her from getting back into the battle.
“No, I mean I’m done here.”
“You’re quitting? You qualified to fly on a Night Stalkers helicopter and you’re quitting because you were shot. What did you think Special Operations was? A child’s game? Stupid British fool. Yes, I called you a fool before and I was right to do so.”
She could hear that she was unleashing la tempête de Marta as the nuns had called the storm of her temper, but it was something she’d never managed to truly control. Especially not when someone was being
