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“I have a theory.” Jeremy sat on the cool metal deck of the CH-47F helicopter’s ramp as he scrolled through the data on his laptop. Wide and long enough to drive aboard a pair of Humvees, everyone else had gathered here out of the sun.
He always felt a little like the Asian James Bond when he was reviewing Cockpit Voice and Data Recorder records outside the lab. Only a little, because while Bond had cool toys, Q was the ultra-cool geek. Jeremy just liked the idea of being Mr. Ultra-cool Bond who got the girls better than being the geek, even if that’s what he was. Because the geek never got—
“Which is?” Holly could pack an entire C-5 Galaxy’s cargo hold of sarcasm into two words. It had hurt for a long time, but now he was starting to realize that she couldn’t help herself. Everyone
