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Miranda pulled on the headset as she sat in the simulator.
The chair was too high but she didn’t want to look like she didn’t know what she was doing by searching for an adjuster.
Drake and Lizzy had pulled up office chairs close by, though thankfully out of her line of sight.
The head of the Pentagon’s simulation department had done a poor job of hiding his displeasure at having a civilian in his facility—no matter that a four-star general had escorted her in here.
But when she tried to rest her hands on the controls, everything was wrong.
Finally there was a huff of exasperation from the department head. He stepped up and adjusted about six things faster than she could follow. It still wasn’t right, but at least her feet were on the floor and her hands rested easily on the contr
