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“Oh, Jack, off the record.” Hammond called out to the Colonel’s retreating back as he opened the door, knowing exactly where the man was going given the way he was making a taut face in the conference room. “Be sure to take Kinsey’s picture off the punching bag when you’re done this time.”
As the door was about to close, Jack heard the General call out again. “And that includes the ones you hid in the gunnery range for target practice, Colonel!”
“Should’ve gotten out of there faster,” The Colonel thought with a wince. At least Hammond didn’t notice the customized flip-style dart board with Kinsey’s face printed on the back that was also in the gym and the extra one he kept inside his room.
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