25
Miranda’s cell phone rang loudly in the Antonov AN-124 Condor’s cockpit.
She, Jeremy, and Mike jumped in surprise.
The others didn’t even blink. How did they do that? Everything surprised her, particularly loud noises.
“This is Miranda Chase.”
“Hi, Miranda. This is Jill at NTSB. Is your team available for a launch?” It was the word that the National Transportation Safety Board used to send a team to an accident investigation.
“We’re in the middle of one right now.”
“Really? I don’t have one on the books. Where are you?”
Miranda puzzled at that for a moment. Oh, Drake had called and mobilized Team Chase directly, without going through proper channels. She supposed that was the prerogative of the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff.
“We’re at—”
Holly shook her head sharply.
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