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Dru reported to the General, who sat in an office into the Beach Girl Hawaiian Shirt Short command center of the government: the Pentagon. The days of the errand boy colonels was long gone, it looked more deserted than a mall during the Great Recession. The General himself was at the end of a room lit only by a desk light that shined obliquely onto the walls, like a search light on a moonless night. The desk behind which Staley stood was an old, cheap metal one collecting rust like the underside of a car near salt water. Behind him were old 32 inch monitors, without wires, arrayed in a three-by-three grid. His eyes looked like they had stared into another dimension and taken some of its aether into his pupils. He shook it off. No need to fear. No no, he had seen this look before, on a few battlefields. This was a reaper, who walked among fields with his left hand outstretched to raise men, only to use the scythe in his right. General Staley “Reporting as ordered general.” “Alright 2nd Lieutenant Dru. I have your file, and it appears you are the most decorated man in our little unit.
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