예에에전에 그렸던 첫 팬아트

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The general gave Bowen a self-satisfied expression. The old bastard was enjoying himself.

“Nothing?” said Tolbert. “I figured you’d have some kind of... reaction.”

“You want Theresa euthanized,” said Bowen.

Tolbert nodded.

“Dead.”

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“We can’t just hide,” she said. “We’re going to have to run. We’re going to have to fight. Sometimes I might have to kill. Because the people who are coming after us now want to take you away from me. Do you understand?”

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Val had become a Marine pilot because of her grandfather.

“I flew cause I loved it,” he’d told her once. “Cause I wanted to look down and see the world like an old patchwork quilt. But I fought cause that’s what I had to do. I had to serve.”

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Their job was ground assault and street warfare, but Val’s unit had picked up a nickname for their ability to take down enemy aircraft. The Hellhounds. Val had been happy to share the name with the others, but she was the one who had earned it.

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Though her eyes burned, Jessica couldn’t drift off. Her mind wouldn’t stop spinning with fragmented images. Antonio floating in his artificial uterus. Mel, the proud mother, smiling at him through the glass bubble that mimicked her womb.

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“I do love you,” he said. “But when I get home, I’m going to try to work things out with my wife.”

Wife.

The word felt like a sliver of ice sliding down her throat––the kind that gets caught in your gullet and cuts like a knife until it melts.

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They had left the windows open, and the idea that someone might hear them that night had made their lovemaking all the more delicious. How young she had been then, even after the experience of war in the Middle East.

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Lifting his glass to his lips, his hand shook. Not much, just slightly. Just enough to remind him that his body was beginning to break down.

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Val put a bullet into the gunner’s knee, sending a splash of blood flying. Firing another burst of rounds toward the woods, he screamed and collapsed into the water.

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Looking at Val flying the Dragonfly, Jessica felt soft. Inadequate. Val was born to sit in a pilot’s seat. Born to be a fighter. Born to stand up to a world that had gone wrong.

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