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Kara found that it wasn’t hard to look as exhausted as she felt. She wanted a joyous reunion, a celebration of everyone surviving a difficult and challenging mission. She wanted a goddamn day off after what she’d been through. The last time she’d slept might have been on the car ride from Brooklyn to Maryland; she didn’t count the comatose hours during which she’d thought she had murdered Justin.
Instead she was standing beside the coffin and waiting for Michael to return with Major Willard Wilson.
They finally appeared down the far end of the hangar deck and began the long walk. It was still dark night, though dawn was coming soon. The deck was dimly lit by work lights, and the two figures moved in and out of shadow until they stopped before her.
“Thanks, Michael. Hey, Willy Nilly.
