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“Are you sure that we need her?”
Drake drummed his fingers on the console folded down between their seats as the driver crossed the Arlington Bridge. He’d left the Sit Room shortly after the DMZ-Japan fiasco this evening to work from the Pentagon. Now, past ten p.m. he was headed back to the White House.
“Yes, Lizzy. I’m sure. If Reese isn’t involved, she’ll know how to get us the answers.”
“And if she’s already involved?”
“Then she’ll already have the answers and we just need to beat them out of her stubborn hide.”
“I love when you get all stern and soldierly.” Her tone was definitely mocking him.
“Hey, they didn’t make me CJCS just because I look good in a uniform.”
“You do look very good in a uniform, Drake.”
“So do you, Lizzy.”
“What do you say, once this is over, we see h
