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"Look, I know we're all gung-ho here to get this job done...but something's not right," Marney sat up on her bunk and looked over at him. She'd already gone to two other people, both of whom had told her that she was overreacting. She didn't know better than those above them. She respected the chain of command until she thought it would get them killed.
Her last chance was Staff Sergeant Cross. "Sir, I know it's easier to pretend that these people don't have lives like us. I've been out in the field listening to them—the wives. There's been talk about us." She sat up straighter on her bed, hands reaching for the mattress. This was either going to get her demoted or have her put down for breaking the chain of command since she was only Corporal Dawson now.
"Sarge, they know we're going to hit that building, and I don't want to see us go into an ambush," she spat out, frustrated with how this was turning out. She had hours before they would have to be asleep so they could wake early in the morning to take the building, increasing their area of coverage.
She'd noticed that the women had stopped going into the building, the children too, and now they went in so rarely. That, and at the markets while on patrol, she'd heard the whispers of something big waiting for the Americans. She'd managed to bribe one of the wives she'd seen often with books for her children and extra food rations.
"One of the women said there was going to be a fireworks show, and I don't think she meant actual fireworks if you catch my drift."
There was no reason for them to know, and she looked at Cross, held his gaze, hoping he'd understand there was more to this. Marney suspected a rat. Someone had to be feeding them information, or they never would have known about the building and their trying to take more territory.
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