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Andi had been frozen in place from the moment Colonel Stimson had walked up. She hadn’t seen him arrive at the site with all of the other invaders.
She’d seen him often enough, he was a very involved commander for the Night Stalker regiment, but being a lowly captain she’d never actually spoken to him.
He returned her automatic salute without recognition, which was fine with her. Coming to the attention of regimental commanders was almost universally a bad career move. Even if she no longer had a career, the desire to be invisible was far from gone.
Her plan to lie low lasted until the moment Jeremy swung a fist at Colonel Stimson’s face.
It was an untrained civilian punch. He broadcast it clearly, but Stimson was turning back toward the man on the phone.
The Chairman of the Joint
