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“Jon has a hypothesis that I think you will find interesting. It is not the way I think; his brain works in ways that I don’t fully comprehend or agree with.”
He was always so glad to be talked about in the third person. Though maybe with Miranda he didn’t mind.
They were crowded into the C-38’s small cabin. Three of the team on the small couch. Jeremy, unsurprisingly, fiercely attacking a computer keyboard. An older, attractive Asian woman in very neat civilian attire sat at a small table across the aisle.
And the last person, with his back to him was…
“Holy s**t! Sorry, sir!” Jon almost took out his neck on the cabin ceiling as he tried to snap to attention in a place where the ceiling was three inches too low. Then he smashed his elbow into the back of the divider as he attempte
