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... ne seated. A familiar weight settled into my hands as muscle memory took over—press, check, breathe. Around me, a soldier’s voice carried through the room, flat and practiced, laying out routes and contingencies like this was just another errand.
Texas Food Mart. Miles out. Non-perishables. High yield, low resistance. Then a few secondary stops.
Easy.
Too easy.
That was the problem.
My eyes stayed on the gun, but my thoughts were nowhere near it. They were ...
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