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“There it is,” Jeremy announced. “The code just hit.”
Miranda checked her watch as she sat in the Pentagon simulator feeling more out of place than anywhere in the last decade. Or two.
Midnight.
Exactly six hours from the start of the Gulf of Mexico operation. Usually she liked being right. There was a comforting symmetry when she understood how at least some part of her world worked.
This time she hated being right.
“Holy wow,” Jeremy breathed out. “I’ve never seen anything like that. It just hit the firewall and splintered like a fireworks. We stopped some of it, a little anyway. There’s code spreading throughout the system faster than we can do anything about.”
Jeremy must have done something. The screen of her simulator went from a night view from a simulated F-35 to a tactic
