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In spare moments alone, she is glued to her plex. The picture in Mira's file zooms on screen, but hardly matches the one in her dog-tags: a smile like sunlight and Wash's arms around her waist. Mira looked happy. She looked happy.
Hell, she was happy, but it was all a lie.
Outside Comcen, Taylor leads soldiers OTG. It's naïve to think they'll catch her when she camouflaged herself in broad daylight for months. Under the jungle canopy, between twisted roots and hidden thorns... She'll fit in too well.
Heart hollow, Wash traces over her dog-tags. A stranger lies beneath.