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Betsy finished the Range 37 course with the same high marks she always did, but felt none of the victory at the score—even though she’d managed to snatch-and-grab the bad guy on her own.
The next two days were a slow slog through the bureaucracy of leaving a service she’d given a decade to. Quartermaster this. Housing that. Personnel records the other thing.
She couldn’t equate the Range 37 exercise and the two days of bureaucracy involved in leaving the service with the three days she’d spent with Horatio the Herder tracking a stray Christmas reindeer.
At each step she took through her Fort Bragg reality over the same three days, she could feel the other reality fading into memory. The three days with Horatio had passed so quickly and now time crawled.
December 21st: Quartermaster
