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pparently, we are a ruthless gang of U.S. Navy SEAL assassins…” Fast Eddie Evans barged into the room grinning and holding up a local newspaper with a headline in lurid red letters. “And we were sent by the President of the United States to prevent faithful Shiites from crossing the border to aid the beleaguered Assad regime.”
“f*****g SEALs always get the glory no matter who does the work.” Gunnery Sergeant Morty Potashnick plopped a little canvas bag on Shake’s bed. “Hunter recovered your stuff from one of the tents, Gunner. You might want to check and make sure it’s all there.”
Shake dug around in the bag for a moment with his only hand that wasn’t sutured and splinted and found his wallet and passport case. At the bottom he felt his treasured old diver’s w
