John heaved himself up the cliff face, sliding wrapped fingers into shallow handholds, boosting himself up with only the strength of his toes. He ascended, body pressed warm upon warm against the red rock. At one point he was left without space for his feet and hung, dangling, from a ledge, suspended by his shaking digits
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"First off, drop the sir. It's John to my friends and Reaper to my coworkers. Secondly..." John looked the man up and down, noticing the close cropped hair, the calculating eyes, the wary stance.
Soldier.
Got it in one, Johnny boy.
"Secondly, soldier, I'd like your name, your rank, and your intentions."
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"Sergeant John Grimm. Newly appointed head of security. If you've got my back, I've got yours."
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