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Sam’s phone buzzed. She fished it out of her pocket, checked the screen, and cursed. “I have to go.””You just got here.””Valkyrie business. Possible code three-eight-one: heroic death in progress.””You’re making that up.””I’m not.””So…what, somebody thinks they’re about to die and they text you ‘Going down! Need Valkyrie ASAP!’ followed by a bunch of sad-face emojis?
