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“I have very much want of a beer,” Ru led them between two of the massive transport jets and toward the food stalls that bordered the runway. The two American generals following as if they had no choice.
Mei-Li had never learned how to stop Zhang Ru’s power. He plowed through any objection until he utterly dominated everyone near him. He always made her feel so helpless, but inch by inch she’d been clawing her way out of his grip. She hadn’t succeeded yet, but perhaps soon—if she could find the right help.
The crowd they strolled through were talking excitedly about this jet or that helicopter. Mei-Li had only learned about the one helicopter Ru had her research.
And she hadn’t known why until last night. Whatever change Ru had insisted that mechanic Bob Wang make, it couldn’t be go
