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Carter didn't notice Petra was following him until he had seated himself inside the Cobra. In fact, he'd sort of hoped she'd leave him alone.

Fine chance of that happening.  He thought dryly, imagining she wanted a revenge of some sort for taking her captive. She was far too friendly. He imagined anyone who really didn't want anything from him would act more like Gunny. Adams said the first, usually ill-intented, thing that popped into his mind.

Carter wondered if her kindness was legitimately genuine, but he found that unlikely. She'd have been one of the first.

"What do you make of this rocket?" He muttered under his breath to Val, as he surveyed the Cobra. The American technicians and engineers had made quick work of it. It had been redesigned to be almost like a small frigate, very comfortable, and a holotable now dominated the center of the main room. There was a seating area, a miniature galley kitchen, likely improved quarters. There was probably a personal cabin for each member of the task force, made of quick-sealing dividers, the kind the U.S Army used to quickly construct FOBs, encampments, or outposts. On a mission like this, comfort and equality among the foreign soldiers would be necessary to keep morale up.

"It is... luxurious." Carter hoped his bed wasn't too soft.

"I think it's part of my allure." Daniel declared triumpantly, taking a bite of corn into his mouth.