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Taz wondered if it would be better if she was.
It was bad enough running into Jeremy in the wilderness atop Hurricane Ridge. Running into General Drake Nason and—
“Hello, Colonel Cortez. How have you been?” —General Elizabeth Gray. Their last meeting had not gone well. Taz had been trying to extract classified information from the NRO’s director, and hadn’t been…subtle.
“Good, General Gray. Yourself?”
“Very good. Except you’re dead, aren’t you?”
“I was. Until yesterday.” Taz scowled at Jeremy’s back as he headed over to the wreck, leaving her alone with no protection. “I—”
“General Nason,” Jon cut her off. “I tried to report that we found this criminal, but was unable to do so.”
“Who stopped you?”
“Holly Harper,” Jon pointed an accusing finger toward the wreck.
“She has her re
