She recognized the look of appraisal on Raider’s face. It was the one he got whenever Himoto or a commander tried to stuff new soldiers into their team. It never worked. Mostly because Raider was an intimidating son of a bitch when he wanted to be. The few times he’d failed to scare the prospective hopefuls off, Maverick or Bayside had done the job for him. The military was one giant game of chicken. Flinch and you were out. Given the dangerous missions they undertook, the Curs couldn’t afford any but the best and bravest at their back. Their numbers might have been few, but every person in
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