Chapter 8
Gordon was patrolling again, checking on his fellow
Becomings along the west fence. As he
neared the gate, it slid open far enough to let a camouflage-clad man out. He wasn’t wearing his turquoise bracelet
tonight, so at first Gordon didn’t recognize him. As Gordon cast about in his brilliant but
face-blind brain for the other man’s name, the soldier gave him a smile.
“Hey, Gordon. Doing
okay?”
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