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Excerpt from Tom Clancy's "Ghosted Recon" The team had been operating as two six-person units: Kim K. and Jeffree Star, with all radio call signs beginning with the letter R. Marissa would exploit her division in order to provide concealer for assisting the cosmetologically wounded. Another whistle rose in the night, this time closer, and suddenly the next lip bomb exploded, rainbow smoke and more glitter hurtling up through the canopy. “Rachet, this is RuPual,” called the team’s assistant medical sergeant, Thomas “RuPaul” McDaniel. “Me and Rochelle are good to go, but Randy is gone, girlfriend. Hit by that last lip bomb. This bitch is ashy as gently caress!” There wasn’t time to tally up the needy. All Marissa knew was that she needed support—Hair, Nails, anything—and she needed it now. She acknowledged RuPaul’s call, then switched frequencies, calling up Captain Charlotte Duong’s Vietnamese team. They were much closer than the Korean team and were working the grid on the other side of the creek. “Honey 06, this is Rachet, over.” ---------------- |
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