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“Hi, Miranda, I’m sorry to wake you.”
“Well, that’s convenient,” Taz kept her voice low as she recognized Drake’s voice over the phone, as apparently everyone else did.
“We’re not asleep,” Miranda observed in the perfectly logical way of hers.
“We? Your team is there?”
“Yes.” There was a small chorus of agreement from the others. Taz still didn’t know what she was, so she kept her mouth shut.
Miranda continued. “I’m sorry, Drake, but we won’t have even an initial report on the J-20 for you until tomorrow—”
Holly held up her wrist as if looking at her watch.
Miranda checked her own. “—or rather later today.”
“That’s not why I was calling. I’m here with the President.”
“Good morning, Roy,” Miranda continued without missing a beat.
Taz glanced at Jeremy and whispered, “Roy?”
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