Chapter 275: Camouflage? Do We Really Need to Train That?

Under the trees, Christopher offered Daniel Lyson a Greate cigarette. Daniel glanced at it and didn't take it. Christopher smiled and nudged it forward. "Come on, take it-it's a Greate." "Where'd you get it?" "From the Division Commander," he snickered. Daniel handed the single cigarette back, then casually plucked the entire pack from Christopher's hand. Christopher's mouth twitched-always grabbing a bargain. A $1 pack of Billow you wouldn't take, a 50-cent pack of Spring City you wouldn't pocket,...