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Miranda was halfway through the list when the screen at the head of the conference room table lit up.
“Hello, Ms. Chase. It’s good to see you again.”
Drake Nason was on the screen. Along with General Lizzy Gray.
She didn’t have time for them and kept working.
Mike said something nice and she continued to ignore them.
The standard flight training programs were easy to dismiss. She swiped them off the screen one by one. A few she had to watch, but often only briefly.
“Ms. Chase?”
“Later.” She kept working.
“Miranda?” Drake repeated much more forcibly.
She turned to the screen.
“Drake, you’ve lost ten A-10 Thunderbolt IIs in the last twenty-one hours. There appears to be a break in the pattern or I would have said that you have approximately three hours and forty-two minutes unt
