Synopsis
How many secrets does the Army hold? At least one that concerns me, which I found out after they decided I was unnecessary.
That advice about telling the truth? It's highly overrated.
They say there is a point where you can't go anywhere but up. I have to think guarding an underwear factory is such a point after running ops in the Sandpit overseas.
Besides, wouldn't you get the heebie-jeebies walking around in a warehouse full of scantily clad plastic body parts carrying nothing but a flashlight?
Yeah, I thought so.
That first fight was vicious, short, and terrifying, and what I killed turned to ash...
Circumstances force me to accept a job (very recently vacated due to Ash-Boy) guarding the body of a jet-setting male model. He knows what the Army is hiding…
This might work. Well, if I can keep from applying my brand new two-inch heels to my potential boss's ridiculously toned picture-perfect posterior.
Let's face it. Can anyone see me keeping this job?
Me either.
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