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They glance at each other before saying, "Yes," in unison. Wait, which one are they saying yes to, you ask them curiously. "To both, really," Jax says. "We were thinking of maybe going into military work after this…well, she is," he gestures at Ami. "Mercenary business sounds too risky to me," he says. "I was thinking of maybe the SWAT or international rescue."

"And miss out on more action and more pay?" she asks incredulously. "What kind of a sissy are you?" He rolls his eyes and jabs her side with one finger. "The safe kind. Mercenaries don't have the same kind of international protection that the normal military does, remember?"

"And that makes it even more exciting," she argues. "The thrill of combat mixed with the thrill of being illegal. Who wouldn't want that?" she asks. "Only you," Jax points out and sighs a little, turning to look at you. "It's something that I'm trying to convince her out of doing. Take my advice and don't get a psycho soldier as your girlfriend. She's even more gung-ho than I ever will be," he says before he yelps and reaches down to massage his foot. You allow yourself a little chuckle as Ami looks at you innocently and says, "Anything else to ask?"