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"The Central American heat was stifling, and the humidity made it feel as if they were working in a sauna, but they used to that and worse. It was all 
    part of the training. None of the Reapers blinked. Ever. Not when it came to combat. Not when it came to doing their duty. They were hardcore and 
    they were dangerous and they knew it. Officially, they did not exist. The Reapers were strictly off the books, especially for the military. They 
    had to be, because, officially, their targets did not exist. The military frowned on the idea of trying to hunt extraterrestrials. They had trained 
    together for months-ever since they'd been hand-picked by General Woodhurst and the man who was directly responsible for their specialized training
    , Roger Elliott of the CIA. They were as well-oiled a machine as Erik Tomlin had ever known, and not one of them considered questioning his orders
    ."pg.7 chpt.1
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