Chapter 20 - Operation Neptune Spear
They 5 officers, two commanders and the captain shuffled into the conference room. It was only 10 pm so the men were still alert and awake. They sat around the conference table. The captain stood at the front of the room. speaking.
"OK, men. We have a high-priority mission. I'm sure all of you are familiar with this man," he said turning the projector on. Osama Bin Laden's face filled the screen. The other men muttered under their breath and Finn's face went pale."
"You OK, son?" Commander Thomspon asked, noticing the sudden change from Finn's normally cheery attitude.
"Yeah, Fine. That man, he killed my uncle."
The whole table went silent.
"What happened?" The whole room was listening to him now.
"Well, when I was really young, like age 3 or 4, my dad was deployed in Afghanistan with the Marine Corp so my uncle was the one who helped my mom raise me. He was the one who taught me how to play catch, to do everything a boy's father is meant to teach him. He lived in New York and we were visiting for a month. He was a firefighter and on September 11, him, my mom and I were planning to go to the movies. Suddenly, he was called away for the emergency and he ended up getting crushed when the North Tower collapsed."
His voice trailed off.
"Finn, do you want to sit this one out? I'm not going to lie: this mission is high-profile and we need you out there. But if you're going to be compromised, I completely understand," Captain Brady asked him.
"No. I want to do this." Finn replied. "I've been training for these very situations for the past year. So what's the game plan?"
"Well, you guys are going to not really be using your specialties for this mission. You are going to helicopter into the compound he's staying at. You're going to storm the compound and assassinate him. You are cleared for maximum engagement. Eliminate anyone who gets in the way, but try not to kill innocent people. He probably will be armed, and probably will have a child wearing a suicide vest. Make sure you take care of it. Finn is the on-field leader but you'll have us in your ear the whole time. You are partnering with 10 Delta Force officers, who are arriving tomorrow. They are in charge of collecting any technology and information they can gather. You guys are the ones whose job is eliminating that man." Bin Laden's face filled the screen once more.
Finn spoke up again. "How classified is the information. Like I understand that we can't our families who we are going after, but can we let them know that we are going on a mission?"
"Yeah. So you can't tell anyone you in particular we're going after. For your safety and theirs. But you can tell them you're going on mission. But anyways, they'll find out when the reports come out. We're keeping your identities secret but the media will know that it was SEAL Team 6 and Delta Force who carried out the missions. And I'm sure your families already know you're on SEAL Team 6."
"True," Finn replied.
"And anyways, you guys aren't leaving anytime soon. You're going to spend time meeting and working with the Delta Force officers and you're going to practise assaulting a mock compound that we built a few times. You should be sent out on mission in late November. Dismissed. Get some sleep gentlemen. Delta Force officers arrive tomorrow. Be awake at 5 am to meet them."
The SEALs groaned and trudged out of the room. They walked to the barracks and collapsed on their beds, falling asleep instantly.
Three months later
"42 minutes. Nice job, boys. That was your best time yet. We assault tomorrow night so we leave tomorrow afternoon." The 15 men from SEAL Team 6 and Delta Force smiled and Jack and Finn nodded at each other. It was them who successfully killed the sergeant posing as Bin Laden (not really. Just with a rubber bullet as part of the drill). The men walked back to the barracks and common room, which was a lot more packed with the Delta Force guys there. To be fair, the Delta Force guys were nice, and were damn good recruits, but weren't at the level of the 5 guys from SEAL Team 6. They played on the playstation together until late into the night, until they decided to get some sleep as they knew they wouldn't get any the next day. Finn lay restless in his bed. He was thinking about his family. What would happen if the increasingly likely possibility occurred and he died during the mission. That night, he only got an hour of sleep due to a recurring nightmare of Quinn and his family having to bury an empty coffin. Before long, Captain Brady was back with his megaphone.
"Rise and shine boys. It's mission day!"
Finn spent the day with his fellow SEALs. It turned out that they were just as nervous as him. Some of them more so as some of them had kids. By sunset, Finn knew that he needed to call Quinn before he left. He was allowed to tell her how long he would be gone for. Or even if he could return when the mission was over. He walked over to the edge of a cliff that overlooked the sea. It was the only beautiful part of Dam Neck, as the setting sun was just meeting the ocean. He took out his phone and called Quinn for possibly the last time. She picked up at the first ring. She knew that he was being deployed today and wanted to have one more call with him before she left. She answered the phone with red-rimmed eyes. She had been crying recently.
"Hey babe, are you ok?" he asked, worried.
"Yeah, just nervous. You're leaving today and I don't know when I'll see you next. If I'll even see you again."
"Hey. I'm coming back, Quinn. I promised you that I would and I'm a man of my word. I have never and will never lie to you."
She nodded. "Do you know exactly what you're doing for this mission?"
"Yeah, we've been preparing for the past three months. I wish I could tell you more but you know I can't."
"I know. I'm going to worry about you like crazy though."
"Thanks babe. I need all the emotional support I can get for this mission."
Finn heard two people enter Quinn's dorm.
"HEY FINN!" he heard them yell. He immediately recognised their voices. It was Kurt and Sarah.
"Hey guys, how are you?"
"GOOD," he heard them yell. "WE MISS YOU, FINN!"
"I miss you too. I also miss when I was able to hear. You guys are shouting so loudly I swear you've deafened me."
They all laughed. Finn spent the next hour talking to the three of them. He checked his watch. It was 6:30. Time to go. They were planning to drop into the compound at 4 am, when they hoped most people would be asleep. Finn said goodbye to his family and friends and after him and Kurt had calmed Quinn down from the trembling she had started when Finn said that he had to leave. He eventually hung up the phone and walked to the hangar. He had cleaned his Kalashnikov and his M9 a couple of hours before and he had changed into his fatigue before his call to Quinn. Finally, the 5 SEAL men clambered onto the plane. The captain had left that morning to Washington to observe the action from the White House, and the commanders were staying behind to be in their ears in the control room. There were 3 planes: one with the 5 SEAL men and the other two contained the Delta Force soldiers. Once the plane had taken off, they realised that they had almost a 10 hour flight and nothing to do in that time. Finn put in earbuds and started to listen to music. He started to tune out to the music when Jack spoke up in the darkness.
"Sing," he said.
"What?" Finn asked, confused.
"We've all heard you sing so many times. We're so bored so unplug your earbuds and sing along to the music. We'll sing along."
Finn laughed and unplugged his earbuds. The song Impossible came on, and Finn thought back to more than a year ago when he sang the song for Glee Club. It had been so long. He started singing along softly and his friends shortly joined him. They weren't as bad singers as he thought they'd be. Occasionally flat, but overall pretty good. They sang for 4 hours straight and then decided to try and get some sleep. Surprisingly the singing and, more importantly, the stress from the day and fear of what they were about to do caught up with them and they fell asleep. They slept until they heard someone calling them. It was the pilot. They had landed in a U.S Base in Pakistan where they were switching to a helicopter. They quickly grabbed their weapons and they climbed into a Blackhawk Stealth Chopper.
45 minutes later, they suited up. They were going to slide down a rope into the entrance of the compound and start working their way up the different floors, trapping Bin Laden in the top floor. They had orders to take him out, and carry him back onto the helicopter.
They had ten minutes until they arrived and it was 4:15 am in Abbottabad. Everything was going according to schedule. Finn took out the locket that was around his neck and opened it. He looked at the picture of Quinn.
"I'm coming home, babe," he whispered, and put it back around his neck.
"T minus 1 boys," the pilot shouted. "You guys are leaving the aircraft first, and in 15 minutes, Delta Force and I'll be on the ground to collect the body and information."
Finn strapped his Kalashnikov and M9 to his chest and side. He prepared to slide down. He was going to be the first man out. The helicopter door opened and he quietly slid down. He was not spotted and neither were the other 4 men. He took a deep breath, took out his Kalashnikov and gave his men a quiet countdown.
"3… 2… 1…"
He fired a round at the door and kicked it clean off its hinges. Suddenly, loud voices filled the house. The elite SEALs quickly turned the first corner. There was a man standing there, holding an Uzi. Finn quickly put two bullets between his eyes. He crumpled like a rag doll and didn't get up. The continued and reached a T. Finn and Dirty went left and John, Jack and Clint went right. Finn and Dirty proceeded to a staircase, where two men were waiting. Finn took out one and Dirty took out another. They climbed the staircase to the second floor and approached a large room. There was one man in that room but Finn didn't have a shot as he was holding a child in front of him, like a shield. Finn thought fast and shot him in the shin. He yelled and dropped the child. Finn and Dirty both shot the man in the head. The child watched with a terrified expression on his face. Dirty turned to continue moving up the stairs to the third floor.
"Wait!" Finn shouted. Dirty turned back, confused and watched as Finn briefly put down his gun and struck the child to head so hard that he fell unconscious immediately.
"The hell did you do that for?" Dirty yelled, astonished at his friend's mercilessness.
"He saw our faces. I need a way for him to doubt what he saw."
Dirty nodded and he understood why his friend did what he did. They climbed to the third floor where they were met by John, Clint and Jack. They could hear many loud voices in the room so waited for their fellow soldiers. Finn quickly kicked the door open. All hell broke loose…
Ten men and 5 women and a child were armed with guns pointing at them. Finn took out 8 of the men, 3 of the women and the child. The other men eliminated the others. To their surprise, Bin Laden was not anywhere to be found.
"Where the hell is he? Did he manage to flee?" Jack asked, furious.
Finn shook his head and pointed to the back of the room.
"Look at the pattern and handprints. Fake wall." he murmured. He reloaded his gun and quickly strapped a small explosive to the wall. The SEALs stood back and Finn detonated the charge. It exploded, revealing a secret room.
"Nice find, Hudson," he heard Commander Thompson say in his ear.
He stepped through the rubble and he locked eyes with the target. For a split second, he couldn't believe what he was about to do. He was staring into the eyes of the most dangerous man in the world. He looked into the man's eyes, expecting to see fear, anger, or regret in the man's eyes. Anything that showed that he was still human. But there was nothing. Just cold, unblinking eyes. Suddenly, the terrorist made a sudden motion and Finn put two bullets in his head and one in the heart. The merciless heart that had killed his uncle. Bin Laden collapsed and Finn searched him for any weapons. The terrorist did not carry a gun, but had a dagger strapped to his belt. Finn removed the weapon and carried the limp body out of the room, where the other men were waiting. He laid the corpse down at the center of the room. They were waiting for confirmation from the White House that they had the right man, although they were pretty sure they had him. Sure enough, a minute later, Captain Brady confirmed that they had completed the mission and they were ready for extraction.
They raced out to the helicopter and threw the corpse in. Delta Force had just finished ransacking the compound for any information they could gather so the U.S troops were about to pull out of the compound. The SEALs climbed into the helicopter and they took off for the U.S base. The men were pretty much silent on the helicopter ride back. The corpse opposite them was starting to smell so they put pegs on their noses. They arrived at the base and they threw the corpse into the arms of the officers waiting. They were rushed onto another plane, not back to Dam Neck, but to Washington DC. It had been an incredibly stressful day, especially for Finn as he killed more people than everyone else combined, as well as taking out the terrorist. He had spotted something that nobody else had and he was the reason that the mission was successful. The body was being flown into the States the next day. Finn fell asleep the minute he made it onto the plane and only woke up as he felt the plane's wheels hit the runway. He slowly opened his eyes.
"Morning Hudson! You clearly caught up on some beauty sleep" Jack smiled at him.
"Sorry man. Just the stress from yesterday got to me,"
"Yeah, I don't blame you. But get you better get yourself together by this afternoon. We have to meet with a few high level officials in the White House and we have a debriefing with the CIA."
Finn nodded and five minutes later, the plane's door opened and they stepped out, back in Dam Neck once again. They were greeted by a few military personnel and Captain Brady. They shook hands with the men and they were congratulated on completing the mission flawlessly. The men were ordered to put their guns back in the weapon storage area and were led into two helicopters and the SEALs went in one, and the commanders went in the other. They were in the air for a little while.
"Anyone have any idea where the hell we're going."
"Yeah, we're about to land. We're in the white house," Finn replied with his face glued to the window like a little kid.
"Wait, WHAT?" Jack asked, staring out the window. They all laughed and 5 minutes later, the helicopter door opened and they stepped out, only to be met by the President of the United States. Shocked at who had come to meet them, they shook hands with President Obama and they were led into a large conference room, where they were asked to recount their experience, from the moment they stepped off the helicopter, to the moment they left. Their stories were verified by the drone and Go-Pro footage that was available to the White House. The President then spoke.
"Well, gentlemen. I want to personally thank you all for the sacrifice and service you provided for your country. Officers Eastwood, Daniels, Sucre and Morrison, you will all receive Bronze Star medals, and Officer Hudson, you will receive a Silver Star."
4 of the SEALs smiled widely, but Finn frowned slightly. President Obama noticed.
"Is everything OK, Officer Hudson."
"Yes, Mr. President. It's just I don't feel right even just being congratulated about the mission, let alone being awarded for it. I'm being praised for murdering somebody. Murdering a child"
The President nodded. "I understand that, but I was reading your file and know that you in particular know that Bin Laden was not a good man, and the world was a better place without him. As for the child, he had a gun and could have shot you or your fellow officers if you hadn't taken him out. Also, without you, we probably would have failed the mission. You spotted something that nobody in the White House or Command Center noticed. You deserve to be rewarded for that, if nothing else."
Finn smiled. "Thank you, sir."
"No problem. To keep your identities secret, we can not present you with your medals in public, so we can just do it now. I'm also giving you all a month of paid vacation. I'm sure your families are itching to see you. You will be flown to your families three days from now by private jet. And if any of you need a flight in the next month, you call this number and a private jet will be flown to your location." He gave them a number.
"This is really unnecessary Mr. President. We were literally just doing our jobs. I'm not complaining though."
The President laughed. "It's no trouble at all. You men saved the planet from one of the most evil men in history. It's the least I can do."
By the end of their stay, after another debriefing (this time by CIA), a short medal ceremony and an extremely comfortable and fancy night in the White House, the SEALs got ready to leave. It was the 4th of December, and Finn knew that Kurt and Quinn were still in New York. They all boarded the jet. It was very luxurious. The plush, leather, reclining seats had a built-in speaker system in the headrests. Rather than one small screen on each seat like a passenger plane, there was a 80 inch flatscreen TV at the front of the plane and the guys decided to watch a Mission Impossible maraton. Now that they were SEALs, they loved to poke holes and spot inaccuracies in the movies. They were first stopping in Chicago, where they were dropping John. Then, they went to Nashville, where they dropped off Clint. The penultimate stop was Columbus, where Dirty left. Finally, it was New York, where both Jack and Finn were getting off. They ate lunch and dinner on the plane. A White House caterer had taken Finn's order for the meals the night before so he could have literally anything he wanted. For lunch, he had a sublime, tender, juicy burger with a large vanilla milkshake. It was divine. They watched Mission Impossible and they landed in Chicago shortly after. They watched another two movies before they finally landed in New York. It was the best flight of Finn's life. Him and Jack got off the plane together and were through the airport in less than 15 minutes and then split up. Jack was headed to Brooklyn and Finn was headed to Manhattan. Finn knew that Quinn had 3 more days before Christmas break and he knew that she had mid-terms that week so he decided to wait until her exams were over before he surprised her. He spent the next three days sight-seeing and buying christmas gifts for friends and family. His family's gifts were easy, but Quinn's was a little bit harder. Finally, on the third day, he found something he was happy with.
He was seeing Quinn and Kurt for the first time later and he was a little nervous. Sure he could shoot the most wanted man in the world without batting an eye, but now he was nervous. He had decided to play a prank on them. He knew that they were going to Texas Roadhouse for dinner and he disguised himself as a waiter. He was wearing a wig, a fat suit and had stuck fake moles on his face. He was wearing a baseball cap, long sleeves and an apron so they wouldn't be able to tell it was him. He had coordinated the prank with the restaurants the day after he arrived and they were happy to help him. He was in the kitchen and was putting on his apron when he saw Quinn, Kurt and Sarah walk into the restaurant. His heart skipped a beat. Quinn looked more radiant than he had ever seen her. He took at a deep breath, grabbed three menus and walked over to their table. As he walked over to their table, he overheard their table's conversation.
"So Q, what do you want for christmas?"
"I want Finn," she replied.
"Something we can actually buy?" Kurt asked. Finn, or as his name tag read, Dave arrived at their table and started talking in a strong texan accent.
"Howdy everybody. I'm Dave, and I'll be your server this evening." He handed them menus. "Your specials for tonight are the Grilled Shrimp appetizer, Steakhouse salad and the country fried chicken. Can I get you lovely people some drinks or starters?"
Kurt responded. "I think we're ready to order mains actually. I'll have a Crispy Chicken Strips and a Large Fanta."
Sarah ordered next. "I'll have a bacon cheeseburger with a small Mountain Dew."
Quinn ordered last. "And I'll also have Crispy Chicken Strips but with water for me."
Finn noticed something about their ordering and decided to call them out on it.
"Well aren't you guys a bit RUDE. Not one of you made eye contact with me when you ordered. And I didn't hear a single please or thank you."
"Excuse me! You don't know anything about us," Kurt shouted, indignantly.
"I actually have a degree in psychology, so I know a lot about you, just from this conversation. You.." he said, pointing to Sarah. "The slump in your shoulders tells me that traditions in early childhood have led to bad habits and preferences. Probably Bad song choice. No that's not it. Fashion sense. I don't think so. Wait I think I have it. Bad choice of hockey teams."
Quinn, Kurt and Sarah looked stunned. How did he know that? Finn continued.
"And you.." he said, pointing at Kurt. "You look like you are majoring in something to do with the arts. Yeah, you don't look like the Hollywood kind. Or the singer-songwriter kind. Broadway, maybe? And I can also tell from the angle of the corner of your mouth that you have a sibling, who is the complete opposite to you. Given that you're trying to make it on Broadway, I guess that your sibling is military."
Kurt's mouth dropped open. How did the stranger know so much about them?
"And finally you..." Finn looked at Quinn. "You're dating that sibling, aren't you? The stress lines on your forehead suggest constant sadness and crying. You don't know where he is, do you? For all you know, he could be all the way across the world in Afghanistan. Or even standing, let's say, right opposite you," he finished, not losing his straight face.
Quinn's eyebrows raised. "Wait a minute… Finn?"
Finn took off the baseball cap, wig, fat suit and fake moles, revealing his grinning face. Quinn screamed and threw herself into his arms, refusing to let go as she started to cry. He held her tightly as he felt her legs give out. He slowly helped her sit down. He slid into the booth with them and felt Quinn's hand grip his so tightly that he felt the lack of blood flow to his hand. She was still trembling and he kissed her. She calmed down considerably in the next 5 minutes. "So how are you guys?" Finn asked, turning towards his brother and his friend who were also in the booth.
"Pretty good. We just finished midterms and me and Quinn leave for Lima for the month tomorrow afternoon." He nodded.
"What about you, Sarah?"
"Yeah, I'm good as well. I leave for the airport three hours actually. I'm spending Christmas in Montreal with my family," she answered.
"Wait a minute. I need to go and tell the chef your orders. I never actually got that far."
"Yeah go do that now Finn! I'm glad you're back, but I'm also starving. Hurry up!"
Finn rolled out of the booth and walked up to the waiter. The waiter nodded and disappeared into the kitchen. They spent the next two hours catching up on what Finn had missed in the past few months. They knew that he was a part of SEAL Team 6 so knew what his mission was from the news. They asked him so many prying questions about what happened that he deliberately changed the subject. He was still very sensitive about what had happened. He had shot and killed a child after all. A child who happened to be born into the wrong family.
"Look guys, I can't tell you exactly what happened. All I can say is that me and my men were safe and I'll probably be in therapy for the next few months."
"Whatever you did, you were clearly rewarded for it," Kurt said, pointing to Finn's phone which had lit up on the table. It showed Finn's wallpaper which was a picture of him shaking hands with Obama.
"Haha yeah. He's a really nice guy actually. He gave me a Silver Star military award and he let us travel in his private jet a few days ago when I arrived."
"Wow, you got a medal? Congratulations, Finn! I always knew you were a hero. Wait a second… You arrived a few days ago? And you didn't think to call me?" Quinn yelled.
Finn proceeded extremely calmly, as if Quinn's outburst had not happened. "I knew you were in the middle of midterms and I didn't want to distract you. I also had to buy christmas for you guys. Just give me a second. I'll be right back." Finn left the booth a minute later and disappeared into the kitchen. 5 minutes later, Quinn was prepared to go looking for Finn, scared he had left again. He walked out of the kitchen, holding his military backpack.
"I'm going to give you guys your gifts on Christmas day," he said, looking at Quinn and Kurt. "But Sarah, you said you were leaving tonight, right?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Here, catch!" Finn said and threw a small parcel at her. She caught it easily. She cautiously opened the parcel. It was a Montreal Canadiens jersey, signed by her favourite player: Shea Weber.
"Finn, I can't possibly accept this. It must have cost a fortune."
"I got it discounted by quite a bit. Apparently, the President has quite a few discount coupons on the NHL online shop," Finn explained.
"Wow, thank you so much!" she said, putting the jersey in her gift in her bag.
"No problem,"
"What about us, are the gifts as good as that? You set the bar high really high there," Kurt asked.
"You have to wait until at least Christmas eve," Finn laughed.
"Ugh," Kurt grumbled. Finn paid the bill when it arrived and they walked out. Sarah left shortly after, leaving just Kurt, Quinn and Finn.
"So where are you guys staying tonight? I know your residence closes for christmas break," Finn asked.
"We'll probably just check into a hotel for the night," Quinn answered.
"What about you, where are you staying? You said you've been here for three days already," Kurt asked.
"I'm staying in the penthouse suite of Marriot Marquis in Time Square free of charge, courtesy of the president. You guys are welcome to come if you want. There are two seperate bedrooms, with two queen beds in each so it's probably meant for way more than one person."
"Can we stay there?" Quinn asked.
"Yeah, sure," Finn replied as they got on the subway.
"The president seems to be showering you with gifts. Is it just you or all of the troops?"
"I mean all of us got something small. But I got a lot more as I spotted something that nobody else did and without it, the mission would have failed. That's all I'm allowed to say and that's the reason why I'm being showered with swag."
"Lucky asshole," Kurt muttered.
"Hey, if you went through what I went through, you would probably build an actual throne, crown and cape for yourself."
Quinn laughed at the two brothers as they got on the subway. It was a quick journey to the hotel and Quinn and Kurt's mouths dropped as they entered the suite. It was an extremely luxurious room, with two bedrooms, two bathrooms, a living room and a minibar. Quinn went to take a bath, leaving Kurt and Finn alone in the living room. Kurt could see Finn was visibly distressed and Kurt knew what it was about.
"It's really bothering you, isn't it? Whatever happened on the mission."
Finn turned towards his brother. "Kurt, I…"
"Can't talk about it," Kurt finished his brother's sentence.
"No, actually I can tell my family now, but they have to sign a classification document."
"Finn, please tell me what happened? I can help you. You need to talk to someone about it if you want to move on from it."
"Are you sure? Like I have a weekly therapy appointment for the very reason of not wanting to tell family."
"Yes, please. Tell me what happened!"
"OK," Finn took a deep breath. "As you know from the news, we raided a house and killed Osama Bin Laden. Obviously, the most dangerous terrorist in the world would have some men protecting him. If the men tried to draw their weapons, we had to kill them. I killed 12 men - including Bin Laden - and three women. Me, not my fellow soldiers. I alone, killed 16 people."
"Finn, that's not your fault. You were just doing what you had to do to keep yourself and your team alive. You can't possibly feel guilty about that. Wait, you said 16 men, but 12 plus 3 is 15, not 16."
"That's what I feel guilty about. The 16th person was not a man or even a woman. He was a child. An innocent child, no older than 10, who was unlucky enough to be born into that family. The boy was holding a gun, and he raised it at us. I was forced to put a bullet in the kid's head. I remember the look of fear in his eyes, right before I pulled the trigger. I still see that look every night."
Kurt listened to all of this.
"Finn, what I hear is the story of a man who did a duty for his country that most men are too afraid to do. A man who killed a kid to save his team. You're my hero, Finn - especially after hearing all of that. Just please make sure you do try and get some help from your therapist. You have people who depend on you, and can't afford to have anything bad happen to you, both physically and emotionally." He gestured towards the bathroom.
"Thanks, Kurt. That really helped."
"Anytime, brother."
Just then, Quinn walked out of the bathroom in a cute pair of pajamas. She sat on Finn's lap and noticed his and Kurt's expressions.
"Is everything OK?"
"Yeah babe," he replied, kissing Quinn gently on the cheek. They spent the next hour watching a movie until he heard light snoring coming from the girl on his chest. He whispered goodnight to Kurt and carried Quinn bridal style into their room. He placed her gently on the bed and crawled in beside her. Without waking up, Quinn snuggled into his side and continued snoring lightly. He eventually fell asleep. For the first time since the mission, he slept through the whole night without nightmares.
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