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Private Campbell had the worst job in the history of the Alliance marine corps.
Bad enough that she was stuck earthside, but then her ‘special security’ detail turned out to be guarding a cripple. They may as well have written “We have no faith in Private Campbell’s abilities” in her file and packed her off to admin. And the guy had a mouth on him.
Clearly, she’d pissed someone off, somewhere. There was no other explanation.
She kept her stern position behind her charge’s shoulder, and tried not to sneak glances at the cartoon he was watching while he ate.
The cartoon was stupid. She wouldn’t be caught dead watching it. Besides, she had a duty.
The worst duty ever.