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Vicki finally gave up. It became clear that she could delay for a week and Colonel Karen would not be the first to speak.
“Fine. Whatev!” She dropped into the opposite chair like it was one of the car seats they’d scrounged into their old warehouse hangout back in Lincoln Park. “Bring it on, lady.”
Still the colonel remained silent.
The colonel! s**t!
Vicki pushed herself upright and reminded herself for the thousandth time where she was. She was a clerk inside the US Pentagon. So dispensable that she was little more than a lowly gang foot soldier—definitely how Captain Wilson had seen her—but this place was still a hot assignment for her first posting. It definitely beat the “Country Club” of Tehachapi prison where many of her fellow gang members had landed.
“Sorry, ma’am.”
“How
