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Comes a familiar voice, one not accustomed to taking lip from enlisted men.
“Speak of the devil.” Frankie says, smoothing out her dress and heading towards the door. “Good luck, to both of you.” Without any time for additional comment, she’s out the door, around the corner and gone.