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Round Robin
Part Thirty-six
by Wedge

Wedge gathered up his flight jacket from Fenig's lap; looking down at her with his soft brown eyes "I need to go and mingle, you know, the usual meet and greet obligations that a Commander must perform." With that he headed towards the kitchen facilities but instead of entering them he turned aside and blended intot he background to watch the men and women of Rogue and Wriath Squadrons mingle with the WAASers - he knew from long experience that his people where more relaxed and more like themselves when they thought that he was not around - after all these years he had this blending into the scenery down pat.

To be Continued...

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