Rallying the team
Harper shoved his phone into his pocket, grabbed his Coast Guard jacket from the chair, and jammed his feet into boots. His phone kept buzzing with callbacks from crew members. He barked into the receiver: “Meet me at the hanger right now. We’re not letting them get away with this.” His tone was cold, decisive. Tonight, Harper wasn’t just a lieutenant. He was a man ready for a fight.
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