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Chapter 3
Ritawassittingthreerowsinfrontofme,herbacktomeassheate.Ihadn’tchosenthistimetoeatbecauseitcoincidedwithherlunch;itjustworkedoutthatway.Fornoparticularreason,I’dgottenusedtowatchinghereatfromthissameangleeachday.
CafeteriaNo.2wasn’tthesortofplaceasergeantmajorlikeRitawouldnormallybeexpectedtodine.It’snotthatthefoodwasbad.Itwasprettygood,actually.Butitdidn’tseemlikelytoimpresssomeonewhowokeupinanofficer’sprivateskyloungeeachmorningandhadhalfthebaseatherbeckandcall.I’devenheardthatU.S.SpecialForceshadbroughtalongtheirowncook,whichonlydeepenedthemysteryofherpresence.Shecouldhaveswallowedaliveratandwouldn’thaveseemedmoreasnakeinourmidst.Andsooursavioratealone.Noonetriedtotalktoher,andtheseatsaroundherwerealwaysconspicuouslyempty.
Forallherprowessinbattle,RitaVrataskiatelikeachild.Shelickedthesoupfromthecornersofhermouthanddrewpicturesinherfoodwiththetipsofherchopsticks.Apparentlychopsticksweresomethingnewtoher.At1143shedroppedabeanonherplate.Itrolled,pickingupspeed,bouncingfirsttohertray,andthentothetable.Thebeanflewthroughtheairwithaclockwisespin,careeningtowardtheconcretefloor.Everytime,withlightningreflexes,Ritawouldextendherlefthand,pluckthebeanoutoftheair,andcramitintohermouth.Allinunder0.11seconds.Ifshe’dlivedbackintheOldWest,Iimagineshe’dhaveoutdrawnBillytheKid.