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He whispered for her ears only as he listed off the facts: __ilitary are allowed a larger portion. Being second in command restricts me from no room and giving orders is what I__e been hired to do. As far as ignoring you, that is not the case. I__e checked up on you, and you are doing well. My intentions have never been to harm you or insult you. You actually are quite breathtaking in that dress and that is the problem, you need not draw attention to yourself. You are my responsibility and the answer to __hy_ will always be because I have to.

A giant grin, accompanied by a slight chuckle, had been the grand finale to any of his most successful jokes, while the less impressive resulted in a raise of both his brows, which he followed with a semi-satisfied smirk. The least entertaining attempt at humor would get a shrug and a short grimace that reflected he too understood he__ just bombed. Olivia was acquainted with them all now, considering all the time they__ spent together, the most she__ spent with any other individual inside the vault. Olivia had become accustomed to his infectious humor, though it hadn__ always been so. Especially, when they__ first met.

No, we__l live. I promise you that._ He__ said it in a way that she couldn__ doubt, the same way he__ snapped his soldiers back into their rank on the helicopter. His words had been soft yet firm, and she wanted to believe in him as his men had, with confidence.

She__ been caught up in that image, that flash, man__ nuclear stamp, and had not really understood what happened after.

Everyone is dangerous in here, can__ you see that?_ he warned.

Thanks, for saving me.___ didn__ have a choice,_ he said softly.__veryone has a choice.___hen mine was easy.___asy?__e chuckled. __livia, my choice will always be simple when it comes to you...

Things are different here. There will be rules and regulations that you are not used to. You will have to follow them. All of them.

If only he__ taken one look at her and seen that they were soul mates, swept her off her feet and taken her to Las Vegas to be married in the same little chapel where Britney Spears had been. She laughed to herself. It would probably have lasted just as long, once her mother found out.

We__e in an underground vault, and here__ my first order: You__e going to do everything I tell you to do.

Olivia responded with confidence, __ou__e the military. You__e in charge. Why would I be scared?

She__ found that holding on to him was the easiest and simplest thing to do, not thinking about the bomb, not thinking about the people it killed, not thinking about her family, and not thinking about whether or not she would die. Instead, she__ held tightly around his neck, burying her face in his shoulder. She__ thought the entire world was coming to an end and holding on to him seemed to be the only thing she wanted to acknowledge as real.