“You’re right that I’m not a cop,” Gunny replied, “and that means I don’t care so much about the rules.  So, comply, or don’t.  But I will know who you are before you leave.  Or it will be who you were.  Capeesh?”

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Paul was pleased with himself.  It was almost too easy.  He’d been able to buy a tranquilizer gun from a veterinarian supply company.  That and the loaded darts had cost him ten thousand dollars, but he would be able to put both of them to sleep with one shot each. 

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With tight OpSec and limited knowledge of the mission, we might be able to get this done.  I don’t think our part of the deal would need to be known, even to people like the WitSec group. 

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Paul picked up a half inch drive ratchet handle.  He started weighing it in his hand… with an implied threat that it would be useful to hit someone with.  Bill thought there was still a breaker bar and cheater pipe on the bench behind him, and he was backing that way. 

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As she turned to walk out into the yard, she slid her arm into his.  He didn’t even know if he could talk now.  When had she actually touched him last, Jack thought?  He suddenly remembered her punching him in the arm in sixth grade… was that it?

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“I’ve never flown in a plane like that one,” Carissa added.  “It was pretty awesome to listen to the radio and sit up front with all of the controls.  Jack even let me take the controls for a few minutes.  It was so pretty up there.”

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