But whatever it was, he spoke to only some of us there. Never in any of his contingency plans had he so much as considered this scenario: two or three hundred overweight November warriors mounting a no-guts-no-glory banzai charge. Pete stopped for a moment, up on his aching arms and peering at her, but his interest in her, dead or alive, was not much more than the passing interest he'd felt in his back-turning watch. 'Not at all, boss.
His hair, heavy and sweat-clotted, hung in his eyes. 'Same shit, different day. He was annoyed. y might have asked another of his own — Why didn't Duddits call? — but the very question would have been a lie.
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