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Mike stayed close by her side as they were escorted to a visitors’ dorm.
“You okay?”
Andi nodded. She was still on internal lockdown, and the safety pin on her “inner grenade” was holding.
“I’m fine. And for future reference, Mike, we’re trained to focus solely on the mission at hand—solely! No 160th pilot would inflect their tone even if a bomb had gone off in the cockpit.”
And there it was.
The thought she swore she’d never revisit was there, yet again.
She managed to make it inside and close the door in his face—before the internal pin let go and she collapsed to the floor.
The psychs had kinda said, without quite saying it, “Welcome to your new standard life.” They had stated it would become more manageable with time but had made it sound as if the apocalypse might happen fi
