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“So? I see you wearing a Russian uniform and hear you speaking Russian. We’re dead.”

Rendell digested this in silence.

“So, what happened to you?” the Russian asked.

“Nothing like that. I joined up to pay for college.”

“Did you kill anyone?”

Rendell was silent. He hadn’t meant to. Hadn’t wanted to. But there had been insurgents in the jungle, and it was his job to clear them out. It had been kill or be killed, or so he’d thought when he’d fired into the treeline that day in a panic.

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