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Luke waited by the trailer for Zoe to come out. He’d woken just before dawn, feeling suffocated by the light. The night wrapped about him more comfortably than the day.
Nighttime was the heart of a Spec Ops warrior’s soul. It was the environment in which technology truly was winning the war. Night-vision and teams like the Night Stalkers had altered the battlespace for the past thirty years. Their enemies were making giant strides, but even the Russians and Chinese weren’t crazy enough to offer their technology to notoriously unpredictable terrorist groups no matter how they were aligned.
Also in the night, Zoe slept and he could lay his pad outside the only door into the camper and sleep—or at least pretend to. By day—when she came to life—it felt as if a piece of himself was torn f
