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Colonel Arturo Campos couldn’t make sense of this Miranda Chase.
If the source of her recommendation hadn’t been the unimpeachable Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff General Drake Nason, he’d have already booted her off the site.
Her people were leaning back against his crashed A-10 Thunderbolt, talking of aliens and repulser beams, and ignoring him as if he didn’t know s**t about his own aircraft.
The guy who talked the most—a slender Vietnamese kid, though with no accent—looked like he was about twelve.
The lovely blonde didn’t say much, but when she did, it ruined everything.
His ex had been a New Zealander. Their accents were just similar enough to really piss him off—he so didn’t need the reminder.
Shara had Dear Arturo’d him during his fourth tour in Iraq and then tried
