"Did you get a good look?" Bill and Joe both went rigid almost instantly, hands going to their brows in an automatic salute.
"No ma'am," Bill said haltingly, before M.J.'s look of fury shifted into one of devious amusement.
"Aw geeze. Next time, why don't you knock, Bill? Then I won't have to smack ya a good one."
Bill looked confused as both he and Joe relaxed. "Whatdya mean?" he asked curiously. "You didn't sm-"
WHACK!
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"Sooo…Berchtesgaden, huh?"
"Oh shut up, you barely know what that is."
M.J. shot a grinning Bill a half amused glance from her place beside Joe in the truck. The rickety roads and the altitude were making her dizzy, and she'd practically wedged herself between the two sergeants to keep from being jostled all over the place.
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(Continuation of Chapter 7)