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“Fair enough. Can I get your phone number?”

“No.”

She said it so quickly and definitively that it took me by surprise.

“…no?!”

“It changes frequently. Part of my job.”

“Alright, how about your email address?”

“Give me yours and I’ll contact you.”

I looked at her sideways. “You promise?”

She smiled. “Yes.”

“No – seriously – you promise?”

Her smile broke into a full-toothed grin. “Yes, I promise.”

“Alright. Got a pen?”

She produced one from her pack, and I wrote my email address on her hand.

“Oh, this doesn’t look suspicious at all,” she said in a deadpan voice.

“It’s so you don’t lose it,” I said, clicking the pen and handing it back to her. “It was a true pleasure, Agent Bauer.”

“I’m pretty sure the pleasure was mostly mine, Sergeant Henriksson,” she said with a naughty smile. “But it was wonderful.”

We grinned at each other as we shook hands one last time…

And then she walked away and went up the gangplank of the C-130.

I stood there the entire time and watched.

She had a beautiful way of walking… the way her hips swayed back and forth…

God, what a woman.

When she got up to the top of the ramp, she looked back over her shoulder, flashed me one more smile, and went inside.

I walked until I was far enough away to be safe, then waited until the propellers of the C-130 fired up.

I watched as it pulled down the runway… gained speed… and took off.

And then I watched it disappear into the dark Afghan sky.

Only then did I turn and walk back.

The barracks were dark as I snuck in. Snoring filled the air.

When I sat down on my mattress and the springs creaked, Gunnar rolled over on the cot next to mine.

“…Lars…?”

“It’s me,” I whispered in Swedish. “Go back to sleep.”

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