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Tim sat hunched over his breakfast. He felt like a Neanderthal protecting his prey from wild scavengers. Not that anyone was messing with him, but that his brain and his body were now both impossibly tired and his thoughts were also purest mush.
Except for the last two hours in the scorching afternoon heat, he pretty much hadn’t slept a whole night’s worth in the last five. On a mission, there were tricks to keep yourself sharp. Your team worked with you, and you all helped charge each other up.
But they weren’t on a mission. Kee, John, and Connie looked too damn self-satisfied to be tolerable. Clearly well rested and enjoying the benefits of cohabiting with their married partner. Not a reminder he needed so much.
Archie was off somewhere, which was good. It saved Tim from hating hi
