And now Mother smirks. Is he reveling in Lindianne's discomfort? Maybe just a little. "Until further notice? Faye says an op a day, sometimes more. We're the tip of her spear."
And now that smirk disappears. "Briefing tomorrow, 0500, Situation Room. Be there."
He looks around, taking in all the tents, floodlights, and HESCO barriers of the pier. The helicopter slowly winds down until its rotors come to a stop, and now JTF mechanics take to it as the pilot and crew chief step out, going over their checklists.
"We start the pushback tomorrow. We're not stopping until this city is ours again."
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And now that smirk disappears. "Briefing tomorrow, 0500, Situation Room. Be there."
He looks around, taking in all the tents, floodlights, and HESCO barriers of the pier. The helicopter slowly winds down until its rotors come to a stop, and now JTF mechanics take to it as the pilot and crew chief step out, going over their checklists.
"We start the pushback tomorrow. We're not stopping until this city is ours again."