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“Nomad clear,” Cole commanded softly. “Stand down.”
The transformation was instantaneous. The coiled muscle went slack, and the dog let out a high, broken whimper—a sound of profound relief. Ajax walked forward on trembling legs and collapsed at Cole’s feet, resting his head on the man’s knees. The bleachers erupted. Trainers dropped their equipment in shock. Colonel Finch watched from her window, euthanasia papers slipping from her hands as she whispered, “Welcome back, Marine.”
“You tried to dominate him,” Cole said, scratching the dog behind the ears. “He’s not aggressive. He’s defensive. He was just waiting for the right orders in the right language.”
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