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The perimeter guard flagged her down and double-checked Betty Glaser’s ID. She and Elayne didn’t look at all alike. Thankfully, full combat gear left very little exposed.
“Thought you were on perimeter patrol today,” the guard offered a smile, then handed back her ID.
“Hey, I just go where they tell me.”
“Ain’t that the truth. None of us getting out of the sun today,” he glanced upward.
“Whoa, take ’er easy there, Pilgrim. Don’t peak too soon.”
He laughed and waved her toward the wreck.
She wondered if John Wayne quotes always work on Americans.
Elayne sat in her M-ATV at the edge of the Senators’ plane crash and waited. Her timing was good; she’d had to sit less than a minute before the fireball of the Falcon distracted people around the site.
Climbing out into the blazing hea
