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She
lifted
her
head
and
picked
up
the
sound
of
the
helicopter
.
The
sleep
slid
away
from
her
face
and
she
sat
up
in
bed
.
"
Where
’
s
the
‘
ware
?
"
It
was
a
Corps
joke
.
I
smiled
,
the
way
you
do
when
you
see
an
old
friend
,
and
pointed
to
the
case
in
the
corner
of
the
room
.
"
Get
my
gun
for
me
.
"
"
Yes
ma
’
am
.
Black
or
green
?
"
"
Black
.
I
trust
these
scumbags
about
as
far
as
a
clingfilm
condom
.
"
In
the
kitchen
,
I
loaded
up
the
shard
pistol
,
cast
a
glance
at
my
own
weapon
and
left
it
lying
there
.
Instead
,
I
scooped
up
one
of
the
H
grenades
and
took
it
back
in
my
other
hand
.
I
paused
in
the
doorway
to
the
bedroom
and
weighed
the
two
pieces
of
hardware
in
each
palm
as
if
I
was
trying
to
decide
which
was
the
heavier
.
"
A
little
something
with
your
phallic
substitute
,
ma
’
am
?
"
Sarah
looked
up
from
beneath
the
hanging
sickle
of
black
hair
over
her
forehead
.
She
was
in
the
midst
of
pulling
a
pair
of
long
woollen
socks
up
over
the
sheen
of
her
thighs
.
"
Yours
is
the
one
with
the
long
barrel
,
Tak
.
"
