Part 69 (2/2)

And then we were running.

7.

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Six days ago . . . Finn didn't remember walking away.

He didn't remember much of anything.

All he knew was that when his mind started becoming aware of things,

there were no bodies on the ground. No cave. No voices. He was miles and miles from where he'd deployed with his team.

His team.

Cheech Wizard. Bear. Jazzman.

This morning, they had been so full of life. Big, covered in the scars they'd earned fighting genuine threats to the world. Men who had saved the world. The actual world.

Now . . .

He closed his eyes-his real eyes and his inner eye-in hopes of shutting out the image of those things that had been scattered across the valley floor. Those impossible things with their impossible eyes.

Things that could not have been his men.

His friends.

They call it being ”brothers in arms,” but it went so much deeper than that. He and those men were brothers, more so than if they'd been born of the same mother.

Brothers.

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