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Drake blew out a hard breath.
He hadn’t seen that piece coming. Frankly, he’d been too busy being impressed at Jon’s plan. He’d come up with that solution with a Miranda-like speed. He should have kept better track of his nephew’s career.
“Okay, genius. How the hell are we supposed to do that?”
Jon just shrugged. Apparently he hadn’t thought through that part either.
Holly slouched down on the small couch without falling into the narrow aisle. She rested her boots on his chair arm.
“Well, mates, let’s start with who speaks Russian. Super fluently.”
Miranda and Jon both raised their hands.
Mike waved his hand part way, with an “sort of” waggle.
“And Holly makes three,” she continued. “Miranda, you’d be no help.”
“Why not?”
“Because you’re not trained for this and we don’t want
