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“Why are they so on edge?” Mike followed the others to the screwed-up Air Force Two. Miranda, Holly, and Jeremy were practically racing each other. He and Andi brought up the laggard rear echelon.
The guards around the plane were very twitchy.
Now Mike was glad he’d hung back. The vanguard had been surrounded by an imposing number of guards.
“Five military. I don’t know who they guys in black suits are,” Andi spoke up.
“Secret Service. I recognize the type.”
“Oh. I never had anything to do with them. What are they like?”
Mike had to think about the few he’d met. “Quieter and steadier than most military. And probably just about as lethal. Think Special Operations without all the armor.”
Even the base commander, a Colonel West, coming to smooth the way didn’t help much. At least i
