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“Mail to Johnson!”
The Captain held up a single, white envelope before tossing it on the table he was standing behind. He had a short crew-cut haircut, like the rest of the soldiers in the room, and was still in uniform although the day had already passed.
The room smelled of Man and sweat, but everyone had gotten used to it almost immediately when the Team had marched in four months ago. Aiden Johnson and his team had had a hard day in Training and were ready to call it a night after opening their mail.