And most of all, to the men laughing now, she was the wrong person for the moment.
This was supposed to belong to Sergeant Logan Pike.
Everything at Fort Halcyon usually did.
Pike was broad-shouldered, photogenic in a way that magazines liked, and just cocky enough that older leaders called him “confident” while lower enlisted called him “sir” by accident when he got on a roll. He’d been chasing Maddox’s record for almost two years, and on that blazing Saturday afternoon, during Founders Day demonstrations with families, cadre, commanders, and half the base crowded around the tower, Pike had just come closer than anyone else ever had.
Twenty-five point four.
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