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Unable to shake off the feeling that his body was still parked in the Groom Lake hangar, perched on its wheels, Harvey decided to try doing something normal.
Helen was busy doing her job and he couldn’t sleep.
Not thinking particularly clearly, he wandered out to the ball field.
“There he is!” Hinkle called out as he came around the corner of the DFC—Harvey hadn’t felt hungry. “Took your time, buddy. Game’s just about to start.”
Game? Harvey had just been hoping that someone was around for a game of catch. He shook his head to clear it and scanned the field. The Fire Heads were just taking the field—the munitions specialists. “Uh, where am I in the order?”
“Put you at cleanup, just behind me.”
Harvey nodded and went to pick out a bat and start stretching. Fourth up gave him a cou
