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Post by Hazel 'Hobbs' Yeung on Aug 16, 2012 21:14:08 GMT -5
She should have guessed. It was in the way he walked, the way he spoke, the way he thought. His plans for the hunters were not laid in such a way, he didn't seem to display the signs of tough military training. And even if he had, just like many of the hunters around here, he may have been recruited to this cause long before he ever got deployed. Raising a gun against lycans and vampires was unthinkable, was it? Try raising a gun against fellow man. Not that Hobbs ever killed anyone out there in Helmand, she was Intelligence Corps, but she had been trained to, was always ready to. That made all the difference. Those who had been out there didn't have the luxury of being squeamish.
How did the old quote go again? We who have seen war will never stop seeing. In the silence of the night we will always hear the screams... For we were soldiers once.
He was a university educated man, not a military one. Hobbs was both. Her father had been a police officer, and she'd started off on that career path herself before going to university. And from there on out she ended up using that knowledge for the army. Sometimes she wondered how things would have turned out if she hadn't gone into the police. Her brother was an architect, and he'd offered her a job once. She'd have been good at it too, judging by her blueprint illustrations. But that wasn't her.
Instead her life choice had taken her into a warzone the likes of which Logan had never seen. But war changed people. Hobbs didn't know if the Commander's oblivion to that was a boon or a disadvantage. One thing was for certain: they don't teach military tactics in universities.
"Yeah," Hobbs said, slipping out through the door. "I can tell."
She shut the door behind her with a click.
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