Morgan.

“I’m keeping this box for the permanent record,” Rachel said.

She slipped the empty velvet case back into her purse.

Sarah appeared beside us holding three paper cups of water on a plastic tray.

She handed one to Rachel and bumped my arm again with a wide grin.

“Next stop, deployment processing at oh-eight-hundred on Monday,” Sarah said.

“The posting assignments just went up on the duty board in the barracks.”

“Did you check the list?” I asked.