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John had rolled over the two bombs in time to hear Major Henderson shouting at Connie.
“That’s goddamn insane. No way! Request denied!” John jogged over to stand beside Connie. He wanted to check that she was okay but saw she had her unflappable military-grade blast shield in place. Not a chance the major was going to get through that.
Connie kept her silence.
Mark cursed and stalked away.
Major Beale, who’d been standing close beside her husband, had her arms crossed over her chest and was nodding slowly.
“Do it,” Beale said in a soft voice.
John followed Connie over to the bombs, not wasting her time asking what the plans were.
She pulled out the card that the geek had given to her back at the hotel. She was actually using it instead of trusting her memory. Not that John blame
