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“Wipe everything else off the screen,” Miranda spoke into her headset.
Jeremy did, then recentered her screen on just North Korea. Except there was nothing going on in North Korea.
Miranda squinted at it. She tried tapping her knuckles on the side of her head but it didn’t seem to be bringing her any more luck.
“Expand it back out,” Drake whispered to her. “South Korea and Japan. Especially Japan.”
She passed the instruction on.
Suddenly everything was in motion. Planes, ships, active missile batteries.
“This is the simulation. How much of it is real?”
Lizzie had taken over one of the simulator’s control computers. “Here. I’ll overlay what our satellites are reporting.”
Miranda’s screen flashed and blurred.
“Sorry. I forgot about the angular distortion of the satellite’s view.
