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Mei-Li considered.
The two generals were again seated to either side of Zhang Ru at their table. Observing or talking—for her purposes, it didn’t matter. She’d hesitated at the wrong moment, allowing General Gray to walk away. She wouldn’t be getting either one aside again easily.
Or perhaps that she’d missed the chance, meant that not speaking was “right action” at the moment. Ru would grow very suspicious if she spoke at length with General Gray. Would he even notice that she spoke to this tiny woman in civilian clothes?
Was it wise for her to do so herself?
Mei-Li had briefly considered approaching Jon, the angry Air Force major. But he was cut from a military cloth she was entirely too familiar with. She didn’t need a man of rules.
But Colonel Cortez…
Among so many others, Me
