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“What in the hell was I doing in the PEOC?” President Cole roared into the Situation Room. He was beyond furious.
Drake considered hiding under the table. Not seemly for a four-star general, but he considered it.
Lizzy’s tiny bit of squint said that she knew all too well what he was thinking.
It was typically a prelude to possible war that caused a forced evacuation of the President into the underground Presidential Emergency Operations Center. Not a straying NTSB investigator. Especially not one invited to DC by the CJCS.
“The old one under the North Portico or the new one next to the West Wing?” Miranda asked completely calmly.
“The new one under…” Cole sputtered to a halt. “Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my Sit Room?”
“Listening to you at the moment.”
Drake wa
