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... s rumbled to life. The air smelled like fuel, dirt, and disinfectant. A single JLTV was parked near the eastern gate—cleaned, fueled, and checked twice over.
Captain Enrique Villamor adjusted the straps on his gear, his uniform still wrinkled from yesterday's chaos. He'd been given a fresh shirt and clean pants, but the boots were still his own—scuffed, worn, and dirt-caked. He stood near the vehicle's rear bumper, checking over the rifle slung at his side.
Phillip approached fro ...
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