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He felt the familiar burn of anger making his ears hot, buoying him against the way that the very ground seemed to have shifted under his feet. How dare Captain Mitchell conceal an injury from his students? Did he think they couldn’t handle the truth? Bradley was drawn out of his musings by the sound of soft footfalls heading toward the door, Maverick apparently having decided - on behalf of the pair of them again, and didn’t that just sting too-familiarly - that they’d said all they needed to say.
Not this time.


















