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He unstrapped his seat belt and made an inventory of his bones.

The Major said mildly, “That was a shitty landing, Mister.”

“Tough tit,” he said absurdly, and found himself grinning like an idiot. “Major, any landing you walk away from is a good landing.”

Baraclough stared at him out of bleak hooded eyes. “Walk away to where?”

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