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... t and made his way upstairs. The Marriott was wrecked. Too many attacks, too many deaths, no power, shattered glass underfoot, overturned potted plants, the air freezing, dried blood stains on the carpeting.
The place felt empty. James walked past empty rooms, remembering a time when theyd been filled with military advisors, with Blue Light Operators, when the place had hummed with a sense of purpose and - if not hope - then determination.
The main ballroom was still active. Brok ...
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