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Ian watched Charlie work his magic at the blackboard. He had never really noticed before, just how fierce the professor could look when he was lost in the numbers. The intense concentration on his face made him look like a warrior heading into battle.
Ian frowned and cocked his head as he thought about that metaphor. Charlie wasn’t a soldier, really, more like the tactician, the one who came up with the battle plans. He nodded to himself, liking that thinking better. As fierce as Charlie Eppes was, Edgerton didn’t want him on the front lines. He was too valuable.
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