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Drake’s blood ran cold.
The Army, Air Force, and Navy all flew with tail numbers.
The only people who didn’t were…he looked across his Pentagon office desk at Lizzy and she nodded confirmation.
The CIA.
“Whoever it is,” Jeremy was saying, “just lost three Reapers. And who flies the Sentinel? That’s gotta be the CIA, doesn’t it? I mean, who else would have that cool a surveillance drone?”
“What makes it so cool?” Mike asked from Eglin.
“It’s a flying wing. Super-stealth. Ultra-classified. That would explain why the last pilot never saw what hit him. And the simulator pilot knew it. He just slid the Sentinel in sweet as could be and Ker-pow! Down goes the A-10.”
“Real people, Jeremy,” Holly this time.
“Right. I knew that. But it was still amazing.” Though he did sound a little so
