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“Let’s do what?” Jeremy could usually follow what Miranda wanted.
In fact, he’d been pretty proud about guessing her needs ahead of time. Like delaying to grab his pack when they’d gone to the CH-47F Chinook so that he could read the black box—before it blew up.
He hadn’t seen that coming.
And he didn’t see what she wanted now.
The general was right. World War III was shaping up fast on the screen. North Korea’s perceived attack on South Korea and Japan would launch the Americans. Neither China nor Russia could ignore a war on their very borders.
Yet Miranda wanted to go back to—
“Let’s review the crashes.” She didn’t often repeat herself. Miranda was a genius…
“Is this one of your sphere things?”
“That’s an interesting question. A sphere greater than one individual occurrence.
