Jack of Harts

Dawn was very much a daughter of Camelot. She always had a royal demeanor, and absolutely loved the formal balls the big wigs so often convened. She was always more at home on a dance floor than in a jungle hunting Chinese troopers, but she did both with equal attention to detail. She always said that more could be accomplished through diplomacy and kind words than with weapons, though. That was an odd philosophy for a Marine, let me tell you. She was always professional enough to shoot when the time came, but she was also always looking for an alternative to going in guns blazing. Many of our missions went in ways I never would have expected because she was involved. That’s a good thing, by the way. She broadened my horizons in more ways than I can count. And she saved my life a similar number of times.

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