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		<title>Leitz: Created page with &quot;&quot;You know I can&#039;t have that on duty.&quot; Cpl Jones said, as she looked at the bottle of burgundy Marco had just put on her desk.  &quot;You&#039;re right. Of course. How silly of me.&quot; Marc...&quot;</title>
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Created page with &amp;quot;&amp;quot;You know I can&amp;#039;t have that on duty.&amp;quot; Cpl Jones said, as she looked at the bottle of burgundy Marco had just put on her desk.  &amp;quot;You&amp;#039;re right. Of course. How silly of me.&amp;quot; Marc...&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;New page&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;You know I can&amp;#039;t have that on duty.&amp;quot; Cpl Jones said, as she looked at the bottle of burgundy Marco had just put on her desk.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;You&amp;#039;re right. Of course. How silly of me.&amp;quot; Marco watched Cheryl&amp;#039;s eyes follow the bottle as he slid it to the other side of the desk. &amp;quot;What should we do?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;You...you could put it in my room. Right?&amp;quot; She licked her lips. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Me? Wouldn&amp;#039;t Grishom get jealous if I went to your room unaided?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I...what do you want?&amp;quot; She finally looked at him directly. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;There&amp;#039;s this glowing report of an OCS candidate that should go out. He&amp;#039;s a very important person.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Quincy? You hated him. Everyone did. Especially after he ran over Grishom and broke his leg.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Tsk tsk, Corporal. You shouldn&amp;#039;t speak ill of your superiors! Especially when they are destined for such greatness.&amp;quot; Marco&amp;#039;s grin was almost feral as he held up the microchip. &amp;quot;Especially since the records clerk at the training facility has a MCUF from the hostile drop he was on.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Corporal Jones&amp;#039; eyes went wide. &amp;quot;You gotta be kidding me! Really?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Go put that bottle away, maybe you and Grishom can celebrate tonight. Give me about eight mikes on the comsat.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Nothing else, right?&amp;quot; She looked around at the empty office.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;This will make my week, trust me.&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
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