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Tom ran a hand over his hair and pulled back his shoulders before removing his helmet. He had been away doing errands and setting everyone's tales straight between Jerome and the rest of the group for much of the day when it was coming close to midnight once more.
It was obvious that Hemingway already wanted to avenge his death, and Jerome was going to arrive at some time to pick up the SUV. But as blood brothers do, none of the squad had divulged their whereabouts, and Tom was certain they wouldn't. It happened as it did.
Every single member of Squad Six had already vowed to arrive immediately and offer assistance in any manner they could if needed or if there was anything they could do. The fact that Tom was weighed down by his gear bags as soon as he stepped off the bike was proof enough of that.