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“We made it?”
“Yes, Clark, it would appear we did.” Miranda had expected more than a straight-and-level flight to escape Turkey, but no additional maneuvering had been necessary.
They had kept the fuel load light to escape Incirlik. But now they’d refueled over Italy and would cruise straight through to Washington, DC, to drop off Clark. Then on to Groom Lake. There, Miranda could retrieve her Citation M2 jet. The 757 might be stripped there or sent back to Seattle to be rebuilt. Someone else would make that decision.
“Before I go and call my wife to let her know I’ll be home for dinner, I wanted to thank you all again. You’ve got a hot team here, Miranda. It’s one your parents would be proud of. Don’t let any of them go. Especially this one.” He grabbed Mike’s hand and shook it sol
