“Get them in the pointers, you noobs! In the pointers!”
Dunno how many times I’ve screamed that. A real bunch of gap-toothed, pants-pissing noobs they’ve given me this time. But the Risen have already taken the west Atlantic, so maybe HQ doesn’t have anybody better to give.
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Gerrard goes down on one knee to tie Junior’s shoelaces. He double, then triple-knots the things, and wonders what else she’s left deliberately undone.
“Did Mommy tell you why I wanted you to come today?” His voice is low.
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