“Boy Scout, this is Magic Carpet. Do you read?”
“This is Boy Scout, I read. You’re in our sights.”
“The package is ready to go?”
“Affirmative.” The package was staring at him through huge brown eyes as she listened to the communication through her own headset.
“Handoff is imminent. CHAOS will take delivery in person. Magic Carpet out.”
Shit.
The admiral was in the Snow Trac?
He should warn Cassandra. He might have wiggled out of personal responsibility for not telling her his connection to her father in the past, given the situation. But this time?
He knew who her father was, where he was and, Nathaniel eyed the lumbering vehicle still a mile away, just exactly when he’d arrive.
Telling her was against regulations.
Not telling her was the end of their chances together.
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