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Elayne’s favorite Saint Laurent jeans were dirty. Not just with dirt, but with soot and a grease stain she’d probably never get out. Even if she did, she’d know the stain was there.
Getting down and dirty in her fatigues and army boots wouldn’t bother her for a second.
But she hadn’t prepared properly for this role. Zaslon allowed her nice clothes, but they wouldn’t be happy about replacing an eight-hundred-dollar pair of jeans because she hadn’t planned ahead properly. They’d see it as a reflection on her mission planning abilities.
She shrugged it off.
The collapse of the Condor’s tail had made the extraction of the black boxes a long and tedious process.
Jeremy Trahn had fussed and fussed about photographing and documenting everything properly before he’d given the fire crews p
