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Elayne had considered jumping on the M2 highway and bolting toward Russian territory. But an M-ATV topped out at a hundred kilometers an hour.
She’d seen Holly clear as day racing toward the wreck. How many minutes until she was hot on Elayne’s tail? And that truck could crack two hundred kilometers an hour. It was a two-hour drive to Tiyas Military Airbase, the closest Russian stronghold.
Holly might catch her.
While she was thinking, she reached the US al-Tanf garrison. Well, she could hide for a few minutes in plain sight. Not even Holly would think to look for her here.
Maybe even find a room to hide in with Miranda while Holly ran about like a chicken with her head cut off looking for them.
No. Too lame.
Elayne offered the guard a salute at the gate.
He waved her in with no
