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The place looming behind her was all modernistic, with glass and metal and concrete whipped into odd geometric shapes. Only the mind of an architectural savant snorting nostrils of coke could have conceived it.
What lay there for him could be bullets or bombs once more. Or the more subtle entanglements that happened all over the world outside combat zones. He didn’t know which was more dangerous, or whether it would end up being a tie. He only hoped that he was up to the task. Ranger tabbed and Ranger scrolled. And a seasoned financial analyst to boot. Devine would probably need all of it and a little bit more to survive. Along with luck. A good soldier never discounted the intervention of well-timed luck.
