“Next thing I know I’m signed up with the Merch Marine, shipped out to Kowloon. I blinked and found Micah still curled against me, but propped up on one elbow. “We’ll call him Jomo,” said Balthazar, asserting himself. It was one of the Mobile Reserve officers in full combat black, body armor still in place, but he'd lost his helmet, his mask, and his eyes were wild.
It seemed appropriate, somehow. I'm going to live, whatever that means. He was cute enough in a young, boy-hooker, MTV sort of way. It was irresistible.
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