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0:00The needle slid cleanly into the vein on
0:02the first try, which meant the man on
0:04the gurney never had to feel it twice.
0:07That was the kind of small mercy Wren
0:09Sato lived for, the ones nobody noticed
0:12unless they were on the receiving end.
0:14She capped the IV line, pressed a square
0:17of gauze over the puncture site, and
0:19taped it down with the practiced
0:21efficiency of someone who had done the
0:22exact same thing several thousand times.
0:26The patient, a 19-year-old Seaman
0:28recruit who had managed to dislocate his
0:30shoulder during a routine training
0:32exercise, looked up at her with watery
0:35eyes and managed a weak smile.
0:37"That barely hurt," he said, sounding
0:39genuinely surprised.
0:41"That's the idea," Wren told him.
0:44She pulled the curtain around his bay
0:46and moved back to the central nurses
0:47station. It was 0250 hours at Naval
0:51Hospital Pensacola, and the emergency
0:54ward wore the specific stillness of a
0:56place that was never truly quiet, but
0:58was currently pretending to be.
1:00The fluorescent lights hummed overhead.
1:03The monitors beeped their slow, patient
1:05rhythms. Somewhere deep in the building,
1:07a floor waxer groaned and whirred
1:10through an empty corridor.
1:12Wren Sato was 29 years old. She wore
1:15navy blue scrubs that were slightly too
1:17large for her slight frame, her dark
1:19hair pulled up into a practical knot at
1:21the back of her head. She had wide,
1:24attentive eyes that the staff physicians
1:26on rotation consistently described as
1:28unreadable, which she took as a
1:30compliment. She had worked this ward for
1:32two years, arriving in Pensacola after a
1:35transfer she had specifically requested
1:38for reasons she had never once been
1:40asked to explain.
1:42People looked at Wren and saw a quiet,
1:44unremarkable nurse. They saw the kind of
1:46person who refilled the coffee carafe
1:49without being asked, and who remembered
1:51which patients preferred the lights
1:53dimmed during vitals checks. They saw
1:55someone small and careful and easy to
1:58overlook.
1:59That was fine with her. She had spent
2:01years practicing exactly that.
2:04She settled back at the nurses station,
2:06pulling up the patient queue on her
2:08terminal.
2:09The waiting area beyond the reinforced
2:11glass was nearly empty. A mother with a
2:13feverish toddler slumped against her
2:15shoulder, an elderly man in a
2:17windbreaker who had come in complaining
2:20of chest tightness and was now watching
2:22television with the blank serenity of a
2:24man whose ECG had already come back
2:27clean.
2:28The automatic doors at the front of the
2:29ER slid open at 0257.
2:33Ren glanced up.
2:35Two men walked in.
2:36Both wore the digital camouflage working
2:38uniforms of the United States Navy, but
2:41something was wrong about the way they
2:42carried themselves.
2:44They were too rigid, too deliberate. The
2:47taller one, a lean, sharp-faced young
2:49man in his mid-20s with the gold bar of
2:52an ensign on his collar, scanned the
2:54room like he was checking for threats,
2:56not seeking help. The shorter one stayed
2:58a half step behind him, his jaw set, his
3:01eyes already doing the math on the
3:02exits.
3:04Neither of them went to the check-in
3:06window.
3:07They came straight to the nurses
3:08station.
3:10"I need to speak with whoever's in
3:11charge of patient records," the tall one
3:14said.
3:15Ren turned slowly from her terminal.
3:17"Good morning, ensign. What brings you
3:19in?"
3:20"Patient records," he repeated,
3:22"tonight, right now."
3:24She studied the name tape on his chest,
3:26Ensign Darian Voss. The second man's
3:28tape read Ensign Kofi Taggart. Neither
3:31of them was showing signs of physical
3:33injury. Voss's eyes were glassy with
3:35something that read as controlled panic,
3:38the kind of look she had seen on men who
3:40had just gotten news they hadn't yet
3:42figured out how to survive.
3:45"The records office opens at 0800," Ren
3:48said pleasantly.
3:49"If you have a medical emergency, I'll
3:51be happy to start a triage intake right
3:53now. Otherwise, you're both welcome to
3:56come back in the morning.
3:58"It can't wait until morning." Voss
4:00said. His voice dropped, though the
4:02waiting room was too far away for anyone
4:04to overhear.
4:05"I need you to pull a toxicology panel.
4:09It was submitted under my name roughly
4:1014 hours ago. I need it deleted before
4:13it's flagged by the medical review
4:14board."
4:15The sentence landed with the careful
4:17precision of something that had been
4:19rehearsed.
4:21Ren did not react. She had been a trauma
4:23nurse for 4 years before she came to
4:26Pensacola, and she had spent 3 years
4:28before that in a capacity she no longer
4:31discussed with strangers. Her face was
4:33extremely good at doing nothing when she
4:35needed it to.
4:37"Ensign Voss," she said, "even if I had
4:39the authority to access your toxicology
4:41results without a physician's order,
4:44which I don't, tampering with a federal
4:46medical record is a felony. I'm going to
4:48ask you politely to leave.
4:51You don't understand what's at stake."
4:53The mask of control on Voss's face
4:55developed a hairline crack. "I've been
4:57in the pipeline for 19 months. I am 2
4:59weeks from earning my designation. One
5:02contaminated supplement and they scrub
5:04me permanently. Everything I've built.
5:06Everything my family."
5:08He stopped, swallowed, reset. "I just
5:11need one file deleted. No one will
5:12know."
5:14"I'll know," Ren said simply.
5:16Taggart, behind him, pressed a fist
5:18against his own mouth. He was staring at
5:21the floor tiles like he was begging them
5:23to open up.
5:24Voss leaned across the counter. The
5:26pleasantness went out of his voice
5:28entirely. "My uncle is Rear Admiral
5:30Marcus Voss, two stars, currently seated
5:33on the Naval Special Warfare Command
5:35Review Board. If you don't help me right
5:38now, I will make one phone call and have
5:40you reassigned to the most remote
5:42medical posting in the Pacific Fleet. I
5:45will end your career so completely that
5:47you won't be able to find work filing
5:49charts at a county clinic."
5:51Ren let the threat sit between them for
5:54a moment, the way you let a fire burn
5:56through its fuel before you smother it.
5:59Then she stood up from her chair.
6:01She was not tall. She stood 5'3 in her
6:04nursing clogs. Darian Voss had at least
6:078 in on her and probably 90 lb. None of
6:11that changed the quality of the silence
6:13she produced when she drew herself up to
6:15her full height and looked directly into
6:17his eyes.
6:18"Ensign Voss," she said. Her voice was
6:21so level it was almost gentle.
6:24"I don't care who your uncle is. You are
6:26currently threatening a federal employee
6:28in a military treatment facility. I am
6:30giving you one opportunity to turn
6:32around and walk back out those doors. I
6:34will not offer a second one."
6:36The room felt very still.
6:38Taggart whispered, "Darian, let's go,
6:41please."
6:42Voss stared at her. Something moved
6:44behind his eyes. Calculation, fear, rage
6:47all competing for the same real estate.
6:49Then his gaze shifted past her to the
6:52computer terminal, to the card reader on
6:54the keyboard, to the smart card clipped
6:56to the lanyard around her neck.
6:58"Kofi," he said quietly, "lock the front
7:01entrance."
7:02"What?" Taggart's voice went up half an
7:04octave. "Darian, no, no, this is"
7:07"The manual override panel is by the
7:08door. I know you saw it. Do it."
7:11Taggart didn't move for three full
7:13seconds. Then, with the expression of a
7:15man walking to his own execution, he
7:17went to the access panel near the
7:19automatic doors and hit the manual
7:21override.
7:22The lock engaged with a solid mechanical
7:25click.
7:26Voss came around the end of the triage
7:28counter in a single fluid movement. He
7:30was faster than he looked.
7:33He grabbed Ren by the front of her
7:34scrubs with both hands and shoved her
7:36backward into the supply cabinet bank.
7:39The metal edge caught her between the
7:41shoulder blades and the air left her in
7:43a sharp, involuntary gasp.
7:45"Smart card." Voss said. He was
7:48breathing hard. His hands were shaking,
7:51which was the thing that frightened her
7:52most because a man who was frightened
7:54and shaking was a man who might do
7:56something he hadn't planned.
7:58"Give me the card and your PIN. Do it
8:00right now."
8:01Ren breathed through it. In through the
8:03nose, out through the mouth. She had
8:06been in rooms with men who wanted things
8:08she wasn't going to give them before. In
8:10places far less clean and bright than
8:12this hospital ward. And the lesson she
8:15had internalized in all of those rooms
8:17was the same. Panic was contagious, but
8:20so was calm.
8:21"Darian." She said. She used his first
8:24name deliberately, watched his face
8:26register the shift. "Listen to me. You
8:28have not done anything irrevocable yet.
8:31What you've done is assault. That's
8:33recoverable. What you're about to do is
8:34extortion and coercion of a federal
8:36official. That is not recoverable. Not
8:39with two stars in the family. Not with
8:42anything."
8:43"Shut up." He reached to his side.
8:46The pistol came out from under his
8:47blouse, where it had been tucked against
8:49his rib cage. It was a standard M18, the
8:53compact variant issued for range
8:55qualifications, and the way he held it
8:57told her he'd been to the range enough
8:59times to know what he was doing. He
9:01pressed the muzzle against her temple
9:03with a steady hand.
9:05"Oh god." Taggart moaned from across the
9:07room. He had slid down the wall and was
9:09sitting on the floor, his arms wrapped
9:11around his knees. "Oh god. Oh god."
9:14"The card." Voss said. His voice had
9:16gone very quiet now.
9:18Ren looked at the dark window behind his
9:20shoulder. The rain outside turned the
9:23glass into a dim mirror, and in that
9:25mirror she could see the rear corridor.
9:28The one that connected to the surgical
9:30wing, the one Taggart hadn't locked
9:32because Taggart had only thought about
9:34the front entrance.
9:36There was a figure in the hallway.
9:39He was not running.
9:40He moved with a particular economy of a
9:43man who had spent his adult life
9:45learning to cover ground without
9:46announcing himself, and he was covering
9:48it now with a speed that didn't look
9:50like speed until you watched his
9:52position change between one blink and
9:55the next. He wore a gray athletic jacket
9:57over a dark shirt, canvas pants, boots.
10:00He had a paper bag from an all-night
10:02diner tucked under one arm. His other
10:05hand was free and already changing
10:06posture as he read the room through the
10:08glass.
10:10His name was Renzo Abarra. To the men
10:12who had served with him, the ones who
10:14were allowed to know he existed, he was
10:16Chief Petty Officer Abarra. A 14-year
10:19veteran of a unit whose organizational
10:21chart didn't appear in any public
10:23record. To Ren, he was the man she had
10:26married six years ago in a ceremony at a
10:29botanical garden in San Diego on a
10:31Saturday afternoon when neither of them
10:33had been deployed in a while, and the
10:35world had seemed briefly possible.
10:37He had finished an 18-day assignment at
10:402100 hours and driven straight to the
10:43hospital because he knew she was on
10:45overnight shift, and because he had
10:47stopped at the diner on Cervantes Street
10:50for the specific purpose of bringing her
10:52the blueberry muffin she always wanted
10:54at 3:00 a.m. and could never justify.
10:57Through the mirror of the rain-struck
10:59window, Ren watched Renzo set the paper
11:02bag down on the hallway cart with the
11:04silence of someone setting a feather on
11:06glass.
11:08She needed 30 more seconds.
11:10"Okay," she said to Voss.
11:12She kept her voice perfectly level, the
11:15way she had kept it level in trauma bays
11:17when the patient's pressure was dropping
11:19and there wasn't enough blood, and the
11:21only thing she could control was her own
11:23voice becoming something calm enough for
11:25everyone else to hold on to.
11:27"Okay.
11:28I'll log in. Take the gun back. Take it
11:30back and I'll sit down at the terminal.
11:33Don't. Voss pressed harder. Don't
11:35bargain. Just move.
11:37"I'm moving." she said. She shifted
11:39sideways toward the desk, drawing his
11:41attention to the monitor, to the
11:43keyboard. "I need to reach the desk to
11:45log in. You're between me and the desk."
11:48He adjusted to let her through, keeping
11:50the muzzle tracking her head. She slid
11:53into the chair slowly. She reached for
11:55her smart card.
11:57"You want to know something?" she said
11:59conversationally, not looking at him,
12:02watching the hallway in the reflection
12:04of the monitor's dark screensaver.
12:06"I don't want to know anything. I want
12:08you to type."
12:10"The thing they never tell you in
12:11training," she continued, her fingers
12:13resting on the card, not yet inserting
12:15it, "is that the hardest part isn't the
12:18physical part, isn't the pain or the
12:20cold or the exhaustion." She saw
12:22movement.
12:23She kept her eyes on the keyboard. "The
12:25hardest part is the stillness, learning
12:28to be still when everything in your body
12:30is screaming at you to move."
12:33Voss blinked. "What are you?"
12:35The word didn't finish.
12:38It wasn't a dramatic entrance. There was
12:40no shout, no warning shot, no cinematic
12:42countdown.
12:44Renzo Abarra came through the interior
12:46doorway with the same noiseless fluency
12:48with which water fills a container.
12:51By the time Voss registered the presence
12:52behind him, it was already over.
12:55Renzo's right hand covered the top of
12:57the pistol slide in a grip that was
12:59absolute. Fingers over the ejection
13:01port, thumb against the frame, a single
13:04precise rotation that torqued the barrel
13:07out of alignment with the firing pin's
13:09travel path before Voss's finger could
13:11process the signal from his panicking
13:13brain. His left forearm struck the side
13:16of Voss's neck at the junction of the
13:18sternocleidomastoid muscle, not a blow
13:21in the conventional sense, but a
13:23targeted compression of the carotid
13:24sinus, calibrated with the exactness of
13:27someone who had studied human anatomy
13:30for the specific purpose of shutting it
13:31down on demand.
13:33Darian Voss went down. His knees hit the
13:36linoleum. His hands opened. His eyes
13:38unfocused, swam, and then found nothing
13:41in particular to look at as his body
13:43decided it needed a moment to
13:44recalibrate.
13:46The pistol was in Renzo's hand. He
13:48dropped the magazine into his palm with
13:49a practiced thumb press, racked the
13:52slide to eject the chambered round,
13:54caught it, and pocketed all three
13:56components: weapon, magazine, loose
13:59cartridge. In the time it took Kofi
14:01Taggart to process what had just
14:03happened.
14:04Taggart's hands went up so fast he
14:05nearly fell over. "I didn't want to be
14:07here. I tried to stop him. I swear to
14:10God I tried to."
14:12"On your knees," Renzo said, not loudly.
14:14It didn't need to be loud.
14:16Taggart went to his knees.
14:18Renzo turned to Ren.
14:20The hard blankness in his face dissolved
14:23so completely and so immediately that it
14:25was like watching a mask drop, and
14:27behind it was the face of the man who
14:29drove four hours through the night with
14:32a blueberry muffin, and who always slept
14:34with one arm stretched toward her side
14:36of the bed even when she wasn't in it.
14:39"Hey," he said softly, "you're okay."
14:42"I'm okay," she breathed. Her hands were
14:44steady. They had been steady the entire
14:46time, which she would only later
14:48recognize as remarkable, but her knees
14:50wanted very much to stop working. My
14:53back's going to bruise, and my heart
14:55rate is genuinely alarming."
14:57He crossed to her in two steps and put
14:59his hand on the side of her face, tilted
15:02her head gently,
15:03checked her pupils, her coloring, the
15:05set of her jaw, an old habit from the
15:08years when she had been the one coming
15:10home with things to check.
15:12"I had it," she said.
15:14"I know you did."
15:16She pressed the silent alarm.
15:18The next 90 seconds were the controlled
15:21chaos of authority arriving.
15:23Base security through the front doors,
15:25the attending physician bursting out of
15:28the break room already pulling on
15:30gloves, two nurses from the medical wing
15:32who had heard the alarm and responded
15:34anyway. Voss was lifted off the floor by
15:37two security personnel and cuffed with
15:39efficient professionalism. Taggart went
15:42without a single word of resistance,
15:44which Ren thought was either wisdom or
15:46shock and possibly both.
15:49Renzo leaned against the supply cabinet
15:51with his arms crossed and watched it
15:53happen. He had done his part.
15:55What came next belonged to other
15:57systems.
15:58But what came next turned out to be more
16:00complicated than a straightforward
16:02arrest.
16:04By 0600 Z, the casualty ward's
16:06conference room had been commandeered by
16:09the Naval Criminal Investigative
16:10Service.
16:11Ren sat at the table with a cup of
16:13coffee that was actually hot for once, a
16:16compression wrap on her back that the
16:18attending had insisted upon, and Renzo
16:20standing to her right in the at ease
16:23posture of a man who intended to remain
16:25in this room regardless of what anyone
16:27said about it.
16:29The conference room door opened at 0622
16:32and Rear Admiral Marcus Voss walked in.
16:35He was a broad man in his late 50s with
16:37silver temples and a uniform that bore
16:40the careful careful self-conscious
16:41arrangement of ribbons belonging to
16:44someone who wanted you to count them. He
16:46was accompanied by two JAG officers who
16:48moved with the wary energy of people
16:50being paid to manage a situation that
16:53was already past managing.
16:55Rear Admiral Voss did not sit. He
16:58planted himself at the head of the table
17:00like a man who believed posture was a
17:02form of argument and he swept his gaze
17:05around the room with the practiced
17:07authority of someone accustomed to being
17:08the most important person in any space
17:11he entered.
17:12He looked at the NCIS agent. He looked
17:14at the the commander's representative.
17:16He did not look at Ren.
17:19"I want to understand the full picture
17:21before we move forward," he said. "My
17:23nephew is a decorated training candidate
17:25with an exceptional record. He was under
17:27extreme psychological distress.
17:30The actions he took were the product of
17:32a clinical crisis, and I intend to see
17:34that framed appropriately in any formal
17:37proceeding."
17:38The NCS agent, a compact woman named
17:41Special Agent Inez Rourke, opened a
17:43folder and did not look up from it.
17:45"Admiral, your nephew entered facility
17:47after 0200 hours, brandished a stolen
17:51M18 service pistol, physically assaulted
17:53Petty Officer First Class Ren Sato,
17:56and held said pistol to her head while
17:58attempting to coerce her into committing
18:00federal records fraud."
18:02Voss blinked. "Petty Officer First
18:04Class?"
18:05"Formerly," Rourke said. "Hospital
18:07records have her listed under her
18:09post-service civilian title.
18:11But yes, Admiral, your nephew threatened
18:14an 8-year Navy veteran with a weapon."
18:17The admiral's eyes moved to Ren for the
18:19first time. They recalculated.
18:22Then they moved to Renzo.
18:24Something happened in the admiral's
18:26face, a brief, involuntary
18:28reorganization.
18:30The kind that happened when a man who
18:31was used to being the most dangerous
18:33variable in a room suddenly registered
18:35that he was not.
18:37"I don't know who you are," the admiral
18:39said.
18:40"No, sir," Renzo agreed.
18:43"I'm asking."
18:45"I understand that."
18:46Renzo's voice was comfortable and
18:48relaxed in the way that nothing
18:50comfortable or relaxed actually sounds.
18:53"I'm the man whose wife you're currently
18:55declining to look at while you argue
18:56about reframing a felony assault. That's
18:59who I am."
19:00"I'll have your name and rank right
19:02now."
19:03"You don't have the clearance for my
19:05full file," Renzo said. "But Captain
19:07Delgado at Naval Special Warfare Command
19:10does, and he's been on the phone with
19:12your JAG office for the past 40 minutes.
19:15So, I imagine the shape of things is
19:17becoming clearer to everyone.
19:19Admiral Voss turned back to Agent
19:21Rourke. The facilities cameras
19:24were operational, Rourke said. She slid
19:26a tablet across the table. On the
19:29screen, frozen on a crisp
19:30high-resolution frame, Darian Voss with
19:33a pistol pressed to a woman's head. The
19:35interior cameras were upgraded 18 months
19:38ago as part of the base security
19:39overhaul. overhaul. We have the full
19:41assault on record. We also have
19:43something else.
19:45She swiped to the next frame.
19:47While we were reviewing the footage, my
19:49team flagged something. Ensign Voss made
19:52a call from a payphone on base 2 hours
19:54before he came here. We traced the call
19:57and obtained a warrant. The toxicology
19:59panel he wanted deleted wasn't a
20:01contaminated supplement. The compound in
20:04his blood is a synthetic stimulant
20:06variant that's been circulating through
20:08three separate training pipelines.
20:10We've been investigating the
20:11distribution chain for 7 weeks.
20:14Rourke set down the tablet. Your nephew
20:17isn't just a user, Admiral. His
20:19financial records show 11 wire transfers
20:22over 4 months to an offshore account
20:24connected to the network we've been
20:26tracking.
20:27He's a mid-level distributor.
20:30The silence in the room had the quality
20:32of a long fall.
20:33Admiral Voss's face underwent a series
20:35of small private collapses, each one
20:38contained quickly, each one leaving less
20:40behind.
20:41He turned to his JAG officers. One of
20:44them began quietly gathering papers. The
20:46other looked out the window.
20:48Voss looked at Wren.
20:51I'm prepared to offer a formal.
20:53No, Wren said.
20:55It was the first word she had spoken
20:57since he entered the room. She said it
20:59without raising her voice, without
21:02shifting in her chair, without any of
21:04the theater that the moment might have
21:06seemed to invite.
21:08"I don't want an offer," she said. "I
21:10want the charges to proceed. All of
21:12them. Assault, coercion, distribution. I
21:15want the review board to see the
21:16complete record, and I want the families
21:19of the other candidates in those
21:20pipelines.
21:22The ones who've been taking what your
21:23nephew was selling. Once to get a clear
21:26accounting of where it came from."
21:29The admiral's mouth opened, closed.
21:32"You put a gun to my head," Wren said
21:34quietly. "Not you personally. But you
21:37raised a man who walked into a hospital
21:39at 3:00 in the morning and thought that
21:40was an acceptable solution to his
21:42problems. And you came in here this
21:44morning thinking the same calculus
21:46applied.
21:47That the right combination of rank and
21:49institutional pressure would make the
21:51inconvenient parts disappear."
21:53She tilted her head slightly. "It
21:55doesn't.
21:56Not today."
21:58Rear Admiral Marcus Voss stood very
22:00still for a long moment. Then he
22:02straightened his jacket, turned, and
22:04walked out of the conference room with
22:06his Chag G officers in tow.
22:09Rorke watched the door close. Then she
22:11looked at Wren with an expression that
22:13was professional but not quite neutral.
22:16"You were a corpsman before nursing
22:18school," Rorke said. It wasn't exactly a
22:20question.
22:22"Hospital corpsman first class," Wren
22:24said. "Two tours. Fleet Marine Force."
22:27Rorke nodded once. The way people nodded
22:30when something confirmed what they had
22:31already suspected.
22:33She gathered her materials and excused
22:35herself, leaving the room to the two
22:37paste personnel who were taking a sudden
22:39intense interest in the view outside the
22:41window.
22:43Renzow sat down beside Wren.
22:45He put the paper bag from the diner on
22:47the table between them.
22:49He had carried it through the entire
22:50encounter, set it down when he went in
22:53to take the gun,
22:54picked it back up from the hallway cart
22:56on the way out without Wren ever seeing
22:58him do it. She found this so
23:00specifically absurdly him that she had
23:03to press her lips together for a second.
23:06She opened the bag, the muffin was
23:07intact. Still warm, even insulated by
23:10the paper.
23:11"You drove straight here," she said.
23:14"I always drive straight here."
23:16She broke the muffin in half and gave
23:18him the larger piece without thinking
23:20about it.
23:21It was the kind of small, private reflex
23:23that built up between two people over
23:25years of being in the same orbit.
23:28The muscle memory of a marriage.
23:31Darian Voss was arraigned on three
23:32federal charges before noon. Kofi
23:35Taggart, who had not touched Wren, and
23:37who had spent the entire encounter
23:39sitting on the floor asking God to
23:41witness his regret, cooperated fully and
23:44immediately, and was processed
23:45separately. The drug distribution
23:47investigation, which had been 7 weeks in
23:50development, broke open within 48 hours
23:53as Voss's financial records were
23:55unsealed and the network was traced to
23:57its source.
23:59Rear Admiral Marcus Voss submitted a
24:01formal request for early retirement 2
24:04weeks later.
24:05Wren heard about it on a Tuesday
24:07afternoon between a laceration repair
24:10and a blood draw in the same
24:11fluorescent-lit ward where it had all
24:13happened.
24:14One of the other nurses mentioned it in
24:16passing, the way you mention things that
24:19have settled into the category of
24:20resolved.
24:22She filed the information away and went
24:24back to work.
24:26She was [snorts] good at going back to
24:27work. She had always been good at that.
24:30It was, in the end, the most important
24:32skills she had ever learned.
24:34Not the field medicine, not the
24:36defensive training, not the years of
24:38becoming someone difficult to notice.
24:40Just the ability to be present for
24:42whoever needed her next, and to keep her
24:44hands steady, no matter what had just
24:46been in them.
24:48The recruit in bay four was asking for
24:50more ice chips. She went to get them.

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