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“You okay, Miranda?” Mike slipped an arm around her shoulder.
When he tried to return the phone to her hand, her grip didn’t appear to be working very well, so he held it for her and whispered for her ears alone, “Just…breathe, okay?”
She nodded but winced again when General Nason shouted from the phone.
“What the hell is—”
“Sorry for the delay, sir,” Mike cut him off. “There was a difference of opinion being expressed here.” There was a crash and a banging from the wreckage. “We really need to get these vendor people under control here. I thought they were supposed to assist the NTSB, not usurp it.”
“Colonel?” Drake’s tone sounded ready to grind the colonel into the dust.
“General Kavanaugh ordered us onto the site, General Nason. We were told to specifically displace the NTSB t
