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“Here?” Airman Cortez blinked at the Manchu Wok sign like it was a firing squad.
“Don’t you like Chinese food? We can go somewhere else. But I like this better than the burgers or chicken fast food,” Elizabeth offered. Though even those were a step up from the old-style cafeterias that had only recently been replaced throughout the Pentagon. She’d had far too many off-hour vending machine sandwiches in her day.
“Never had it.”
“Never had Chinese food? You need to broaden your horizons, Airman. We’ll start you on fast-food Chinese because I don’t have time to leave the grounds today. There are several good Greek restaurants within easy walking distance.”
“Greek? I’m from Mexic—San Diego. The Mexican side of San Diego.”
Unlike the first, Elizabeth ignored the second gaff and focused
