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“Next person who makes a noise is going to die very painfully.”
Elayne stood over the three bodies of the Air Force roadblock.
Once out, it had only taken her minutes to figure out where in the world she’d been incarcerated. The bright moon had revealed the narrow strip of land and the extensive line of it around a great central lagoon. Bright lights on the far side of the lagoon revealed what must be a military base. She’d managed to confirm that only minutes later when a large four-engine propellor plane had departed. Definitely military in profile. A C-130 Hercules.
She was on the eastern arm of Diego Garcia base, halfway between Africa and India in the middle of the f*****g ocean. There was no other base like it in the world.
The Brits and Yanks had purchased it outright—in a m
