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My Colt 1911 rest in my grasp as I round the corner, head taking apeek to be sure no one was around. Continuing down the corridor, I open the third, ..
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I wince as I pull off the dressings on my torso. The gauze sticking to me through blood and ointment, detaching with sticky threads as if it did not ..
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SNAP! I sit up in reaction, something hits my temple hard and I go back down. My mind slowly wakes from a fog, eyes opening even slower with a thicker..
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February 2012Some where in the Canadian TundraMy eyes open to the dim, blue morning light. I open the sleeping bag and sit up in the bed of the capped..
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17 February 2012I pull my hammer from my tool belt and a nail, driving the nail through the piece of sheet rock that will now hold the insulation. I c..
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I swallow hard. Keeping silent as I wait for him to continue."Jack, I know you are there.""What?" I answer in a monotone."I need your help," his voice..
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Johnathon groans in pain, "Let me go!" he snaps."Not until I get an answer- here I'll remind you; me or Caroline," I smile and look at him for an answ..
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20 February 2012I bring my wrist up and unsnap the leather flap that protects the face of the analog, Swiss Army watch; quarter of ten. My eyes redire..
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