Tuesday, November 18, 2025

The berets were hatless.

  "We're in the basement Sir." 

  An Army professional took the phone from him.  We could see that because of a medical scope relay throughout the building. 

  The Civilian Strategy team had finished presentation.  The moderator allowed each person to place the typed notes in an open leather portfolio. 

  "I'm not gonna bumrush him," Madeline assured.  "But, he can't keep my folder."

 

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