“Later,” Amos said, “when you’re wishing we had this stuff, I am going to be merciless in my mockery. And then we’ll die.” Holden started a snarky reply, then stopped himself. Had anything ever gone the way he planned? “Okay, one rifle each, but disassembled and in a duffel. Nothing visible. And light torso armor only. Something we can hide under our clothes.” “Captain,” Amos said with mock surprise. “Have you actually learned from your past? Is this a new thing you do now?” “Why do I put up with your shit?” “Because,” Amos said, starting to strip an assault rifle down to its component parts,
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