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Stainless had a new story to tell the Ops between deployments; he thought he was superstitious before, all knock-on-wood, a throw-salt-if-you-see-one type.
“Don’t believe Steward or Adnachiel, telling you there’s a ghost for every floor.
Don’t listen to Midnight or Noir when they say it’s the wind.
The true secret – the phantom of Rhodes; it’s a jellyfish of a boy, and he was checking me out the whole time- Hey! I worked hard for this arse.”
As he smacked the snickering liberi beside him, he saw a familiar umbrella turn the corner out the room. Shit, he was listening in – the cheeky bastard! Stainless scrambled from his spot to give chase.
His mates spoke up with their own tales, “Always be well-presented for Miss Christine if you see her in the hallway. They say she can only be seen near…”