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Miranda rolled to a stop at Eglin Air Force Base by the designated hangar.
Night had descended while she’d been en route. San Antonio, Houston, New Orleans, and Mobile had lit her way to western Florida.
“We have a briefing room set aside for you, Ms. Chase,” an Air Force Captain Bell greeted her at the hangar as she deplaned.
The ladder was a stepladder, not the proper Sabrejet service ladder like the one that Colonel Campos had arranged for her. This time she left her helmet in the cockpit before climbing down because she needed both hands to steady herself.
“The rest of your crew is less than thirty minutes behind you.”
Miranda blinked in confusion. Again, they were arriving impossibly quickly. She looked around to make sure they hadn’t already arrived and the captain simply ha
