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They were all off-duty tonight and wanted to have a smoke to kill stime. But they had no lighter. They knew Wesley had one, so they cas a group to borrow it.
Unexpectedly, Wesley was on the phone. His usual authoritative, commanding voice was gone. The striking softness in his tone made the soldiers slow down. They walked as quietly as they could and hid around the corner.
Wesley looked at the lighter in his hand. Instead of giving them the lighter, he handed them his burning cigarette
Lenard took it and lit his cigarette with it.
Talbot held out his hand towards Wesley and asked, “Can I have your lighter, please?”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWesley ignored him and lit another cigarette, which he handed to
Talbot.
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Obviously, that was what he wanted the soldier to light his cigarette with, but Talbot didn’t get his point. He scratched his head and asked again, “Chief, may I borrow your Lighter, please?”
This time, Wesley put his lighter in his pocket and said, “Find another way to light your cigarette.”
Then he turned to call Niles
The soldiers were confused. He was acting pretty weird about this. It was just a lighter. Why did he refuse to lend it to them? Before,
Wesley had even lent them his place and his car
While Wesley was on the phone, they talked among themselves.
“That lighter must be something special. Limited edition, maybe?”
“He’s had it for stime.”
“Any of you guys get to borrow it?”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“Not me. Maybe Sherman. I’m not sure. I saw him smoking once.”
“Maybe it’s an heirloom, or a gift from someone special.”
Hearing this, they exchanged knowing looks and said one nsimultaneously, “Blair!”
“Are you done?” Wesley asked as he edited his message to Blair.
“Are you done?” he asked again when he didn’t get a reply. He stressed the last word, indicating he was running out of patience.
“Fine. Every one of you gets to train tonight!” he added.
The soldiers pulled a face when they heard that.
“Ch-chief, it’s our day off. We—”
Wesley sent the message.