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Jeremy watched the simulation screen closely.
He was missing something.
Someone? No, something. He just had no idea what it was.
The first A-10 losing a wing and plunging from the sky.
An MQ-9 Reaper going down, and then another.
A pair of Hellfire missiles aimed at the remaining A-10s. Then, just as the final A-10 shot the final Reaper, the view from the RQ-170 Sentinel caught a sideview of the last drone.
“Freeze it!”
Miranda did.
“Zoom in.”
Miranda manipulated the controls. The image was a little blurred by distance and air currents, but one thing was clear.
“Who flies an MQ-9 Reaper with no markings on it?”
