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Kara tried to keep an eye on everything at once. She had the stealth ScanEagle in an automated slow circle at its max altitude of twenty thousand feet, its cameras offering a wide-area tactical view. Tago had the controls of Tosca and was keeping his focus on the air base from twenty-nine thousand.
Willard Wilson was perched on a stool behind her. He’d been so busy hovering over her shoulder that she’d finally laid down a strip of red tape four feet behind her and Tago’s seats.
“You cross this, and I’m gonna kneecap you. You talk to me while I’m running this op, same thing.” To emphasize her point, she dialed open her small gun safe, then loaded and holstered an M9 Beretta. So far he’d believed her and kept both his distance and his silence. She didn’t wear her sidearm often, but SOA
