78
“Metin!”
“What?”
He slapped the screen clear. For half a second he was afraid he’d actually hit the Purge command.
A hundred times in the five hours since meeting General Kaan he’d reached out to delete his program. And a hundred times he hadn’t dared.
If he could be sure there was no backup, he might do it—no matter the cost to himself. But he couldn’t be sure.
General Firat was standing over his desk, shouting…something.
It took him shaking his head to clear it enough to unscramble his words into meaning. He really should have slept.
“Now! The plane! Departing Incirlik! It must be stopped! Turned! We need it! Safe!”
Well, that sounded okay. Not a life-or-death moral question.
He opened the launch screen.
While he’d been thinking last night, he had come up with a way to acce
