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“I have a hard track on them that I’m feeding to your pilots,” Thorsen informed her. “Three targets down. Two in Mexicali. One halfway to Nogales. They’ve turned mostly toward you again, probably heading for number four.”
“How close?” Lizzy knew that they should have anticipated this better. Or sent the Raptors that could have been there, cleaned house, and gone all the way back to Lackland by now. A Super Hercules at four hundred miles an hour just didn’t compare with an F-22 ticking along at fifteen hundred.
She was banking everything on their own ability to stop JJ’s Ghostrider without either killing them or being killed.
“Under a hundred miles. And, General?”
“Yes, Thorsen?”
“I’ve got your mole. Colonel Cortez used the oldest trick in the book.”
“s*x?”
“s*x? The Taser? No wa
