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7/9/2016 9:53:40 PM
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As I got up from the floor and grabbed my glasses from where I had put them last night, I bit back a retort. I should have asked when we would need to head out, and seen if I couldn't get an alarm clock or the like.
Instead, I said, "How much time do we have?"
English
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"Fifteen minutes to get ready and get to the ops room."
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This time, I couldn't contain the snort. "Thanks for the heads up," I said, even as I moved to get geared up. Moving quickly, I managed to get my gear on in around ten minutes, with the rest spent getting a bite of breakfast and asking for directions to the ops room. I walked in just as I finished the ration bar - tasted like boiled shoe leather, but it was something - looked around for Blackburn.
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He was waiting in front of the ops building looking around. Likely his HUD had a clock in it.
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"What's the plan, sir?"
