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Rhett decided sitting down would be best. Everytime he tried to wait standing up he would begin pacing. He was on his fifth glass of bourbon and it wasn’t helping. He needed to focus on something to take his mind off while he waited. He looked over the map Luke had out. He had marked off possible areas he thought would be vulnerable. Luke’s words of they would need more men to cover each area well, echoed in his mind. How was he going to get more people?
The office door opens slowly. Before he could even look up to see who it was he knew. Aldric’s scent hit him. An intense rush swept over him, he shut his eyes tightly as he waited for it to pass. He felt like the world swayed but it could be the bourbon hitting him.
“Are you stupid?” Aldric asked, shutting the door.
Rhett’s eyes
