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Pierre stared at the display in disbelief.
“I don’t get it. He has to know you’re there,” Holly’s voice sounded over the open intercom. Holly and Miranda were in a secure room at Joint Base Lewis-McChord in Washington State.
General Gray and Rosa stood close beside his chair. Major Jon Swift remained with the pilots.
The stolen Ghostrider was shredding a mansion on the outskirts of Nogales as if they were alone in the sky without a worry in the world.
“Think, Holly,” Miranda’s voice sounded over their headsets. “You already know. General Martinez is so like you.”
“A man of honor,” General Elizabeth Gray whispered.
For once, Holly had no snappy reply.
Pierre had feared that he wouldn’t be good enough, no matter how well Rosa said he was doing. That somehow he’d screw up. Then JJ’
