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civilians who volunteered to join the team.”
    “So what do you do? Just like, run around and be badass or something?” She stopped on the stairway and turned around to face me, a look of glee on her face.
    “ Wait, you said civilian volunteers. YES! I’M IN!”
    “No, hold on a minute! It doesn’t work like that.”
    “What do I have to do, sleep with you or something? Cause it ain’t gonna happen.”
    “No, you don’t have to sleep with me. You have to sleep with the whole team.”
    “OK, that I can do. JUST KIDDING.” She said that after seeing the look of surprise on my face. “Oh my god, you’re so fraking gullible. Duh. But tough shit, I’m on your team.” She turned back around continued to march up the stairs. I shook my head and followed her. 
    At the top floor, several windows were smashed open, and ropes ran out of them to adjoining buildings, entering into other broken windows.
    “Impressive.”
    “Ha, took me a week to set this up. This way, I can just slide out of the buildin g and into another one. I’m never stuck in one building. Eastern Mountain Sports, good climbing ropes. Carabineers too.”
    “You know, you might just work out OK.” I grabbed one of the D – rings and snapped my harness into it, then launched myself out into space. As I went, Brit slapped my ass, and I almost let myself go into an uncontrolled slide. I managed to catch myself and slowly went down, hand over had, knocking ice and snow off the rope.
    We made our way slowly down through the next building and exited out the other side, heading back up the hill towards the looming Performing Arts building. As we reached the top of the stairs, my radio crackled into life again.
    “Nick, this is Doc, we have a bird inbound in 2 mikes, LZ is the parking lot. No sign of Z,s but be ready for a hot extract.”
    I waved at the figure standing in the doorway of the building, and I saw Jonesy wave back. As I jogged up to him, he let out a low whistle.
    “Damn, Nick, only you can find a hot piece of ass in the middle of a gunfight!”
    I made a waving motion with my hands, then drew my finger across my neck. Brit came storming past me. “Piece of ass? PIECE OF ASS? I’ll show you a piece of ass!” and with that she slammed the buttstock of her shotgun into his stomach. Jonesy folded over with a “whoof” of air escaping his lungs and fell to the ground, gasping. Through labored breathing, he whispered something. I bent down to listen to him.
    “I like her, Nick. Can we keep her?”   

Chapter 7
    “Again.”
    Brit rolled her eyes at me. “Seriously?”
    “Yes, seriously. I want twenty rounds in the black” meaning the black circle on the top of the target, representing a zombie’s head. “You can take your time with this one. You have twenty seconds.” We were back at Seneca Army Depot, and I was trying to teach Brit how to be part of a team, and get her used to our weapons.
    “YES DRILL SERGEANT!” she sarcastically yelled at me, and took a knee, aiming downrange. The target popped up fifty meters away, and started rolling down the track towards her. She started snapping rounds at it. More than half missed, striking the body of the target, or missing all together. The bolt of her rifle locked back on an empty magazine, but the target kept coming at her.
    “You’re dead. You have to score at least fifteen hits to make it stop before ten meters. Way to go.”
    She threw the rifle on the ground and started to stomp off the range.
    “Hey! Get your ass back here!” She turned around and gave me the finger, then kept walking.
    I bent over and picked up her rifle, dropping the magazine and letting the bolt ride forward, “Jonesy, go get her, bring her back.”
    “Sure thing, boss.” He jogged after her, grabbed her around the waist, and threw her over his shoulder. She cursed him all the way back, and he threw her down in a snowbank. She got up cursing, brushing snow off her new uniform. I waited for her to