It didn't seem like that long until they were in the diner they'd intended to go after their patrol, the waitress getting them something to drink while they sat a little .... shell shocked over how close they'd been to getting shot. In the head. Shot in the head.
All her life in the Triangle, sometimes safe, a lot of times not safe, and that had been the closest call she'd ever had. She said as much to GK, scowling at her annoyance at the wave of fear that had come over her.
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