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“Korea.” Mark opened the meeting. They’d gathered in the nose of the 747 Dreamlifter cargo jet as it flew out of night and toward morning, still high over the Pacific. There was a movie screen that now had a map of the entire Korean Peninsula.
Robin moved up close beside Mickey. Not close enough to brush shoulders, but close enough that, she supposed, if someone was looking at them from the outside, they might appear to be standing together. She wanted to test her comfort level around him. And it was pretty damn comfortable despite the last twenty-four hours. Enough so that she wished she hadn’t tried the experiment to begin with.
Mark looked at her the same way he had when she’d showed up late to the line on that first fire-call morning. Like he was trying to assess quite why she wa
