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Drake knew he used to be better at controlling his emotions.
He was sure of it.
At the moment he wanted to pound the Sit Room table with both his fists.
“What the hell is going on over there?”
Lizzy sighed. “The timing is awkward. I won’t have another satellite overhead for seventeen minutes. And when I do, it will be a low-angle pass, so we may not be able to see much even if the approaching weather doesn’t cover the site.”
“Goddamn it,” he kept that to a mutter.
Roy and Clark had been called out of the room to some other matter.
Mike was staring fixedly at the mission clock, which simply showed Samara-local time because they didn’t have anything else more relevant to reference. The moment they crossed into Russian airspace wasn’t terribly relevant except that each additional m
