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All secure. On plan.
The flight had straightened out twenty minutes ago.
“She wasn’t scheduled for a check in,” Lizzy was checking her log.
Drake nodded to acknowledge what they all knew. Whatever had happened, it had taken twenty minutes for them to recover enough to send reassurance.
Lizzy cleared the message.
There was nothing else on-screen because of the recon satellites’ positioning. They weren’t heavily scheduled over central Russia, but Holly’s satellite phone had reached up to a secure, low-orbit comm bird, which had forwarded the message.
Drake did his best to nod sagely.
Mike still hadn’t moved from the edge of his chair.
“It’s okay, Mike.”
“Huh?” His eyes weren’t exactly focused.
Drake wondered when the last time was he’d taken a breath.
“Right. Oh right.” But Mi
