His brows furrowed, and the usually quiet solider frowned. "I see," he muttered. Ignoring M.J.'s confused look, he ascended the stairs in front of her, and disappeared from sight. M.J stared after him, looking uncomfortable and unhappy. She had a feeling she had just done something terrible.
And it could only get worse...
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Blowing her bangs out of her face, M.J. huffed unhappily.
She was leaned up against the window, tilting her chair on its back legs in a precarious position. Her arms were crossed tightly over her chest, and one leg jiggled impatiently as she waited for Bill to return.
He had been gone for nearly an hour, and while she was all for getting up and dragging his sorry ass back to the rubble filled house, she had been ordered to stay indoors. Why? Well, the same reason she was not allowed to participate in the assaults on Foy, Rachamps and Noville.
She was a woman.
(Continuation of Chapter 5