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Losing a grip

Six, please. Just… Just keep this with you.

“Tex.”

I’ll be fine, Tex. Come on now, you and I have fought how many wars together? I think I can survive a dinner with a bunch of politics.

“Tex, are you ok?”

Politics? Hardly. Vultures more like it.

“Tex, can you hear me?”

Can I at least come with? Or like, spy?

“Tex. Come on. Snap out of it.”

Ha! Spy? Considering how stealthy you are, Mr. Rhino, I’d guess not. But, hell, why not? I am allowed to bring a date. I think. And if I can’t? I don’t give a flying-

“Tex, come on!”

I’m sorry, Commander. She didn’t make it.

“Nurse!”

But… But I was there. Why am I still alive!?

“Nurse, pl-”

“I’m fine, Victoria.”

“You were spacing out, Don.”

“I know. And don’t call me Don.”

“But-”

“I’m gonna leave. I… I need to clear my head. You’re dismissed, Miss Dalton.”

“Fine. Call me if you need me.”

“Will do.”

Commander, I am so sorry. I know you and Miss Keys were close.

Close isn’t even close.

Oh. My apologi-

Please… Leave me.

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