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1″The safehouse was quiet, save for the faint hum of generator in the corner.The dim light cast long shadows across the room, and John sat on the edge of the battered couch,head in his hands. His shoulders were tense,the weight of loss pressing down on him like an anchor. You watched him from across the room,leaning against the kitchen counter.He hadn't spoken much since the op.Not since everything had gone to hell.Not since the team was gone. "John" you finally said,voice softer than usual.
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