Roedel looked at Franz as a father might look at a son. “Every single time you go up, you’ll be outnumbered,” he said. Franz nodded, wishing Roedel was exaggerating but knowing better. “Those odds may make a man want to fight dirty to survive,” Roedel said, squeezing the bunched-up leather gloves in his hands. “But let what I’m about to say to you act as a warning. Honor is everything here.” Franz shrugged, unsure where Roedel was going with the talk. “What will you do, Stigler, for instance, if you find your enemy floating in a parachute?” “I guess I’ve never thought that far ahead yet,”
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