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“Navy next, Jeremy.”
“What was that?” Drake spun to face Miranda.
She didn’t even look up from her screen.
“Do you have any Navy captains here?”
Drake was glad he’d called in the other Joint Chiefs of Staff as he’d rushed over from the White House. Being in the Pentagon, there were a number of their aides there as well. He directed anyone from the Navy or Coast Guard into ship simulators.
“Okay,” Drake could hear Jeremy over the intercom. “Thankfully the Naval Support Activity Orlando shares this computer and the Japanese Maritime Self-Defense Force uses it for simulations as well. Okay, here are the helms of the lead ships linked into the Pentagon simulators.”
“Turn ’em around boys,” Drake could get to like this. “Or at least shut down their engines.” Then he pictured someone do
