I laid there for a second, stunned, and the two men on top of me weren't moving at all. I turned it all into inward-pointing blades. He was still writing in his notebook. Not in our minds, not merely our thoughts, or feelings, not even memories, but for a breath or two, a part of me slipped inside him, and a part of him slipped inside me.
I almost didn't say it, but he said he'd come to me for the truth. I guess so. Incident commander, negotiation commander, tactical commander, but none of them was going in with us, and it was all about who was willing to pick up a gun and put their shoulder next to yours. Just be of age, and you could feed the undead and have bite marks to show your friends.
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