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“What tipped you in Miranda’s favor, sir?” Andi couldn’t quite believe she was talking to the 160th’s regimental commander. But they’d landed side-by-side when lunch was delivered to the crash site. At midday, the crash site was deep in the canyon’s shadow, and they’d both sat on a soft patch of sand.
“Other than General Nason threatening my career?” Stimson actually smiled.
“Other than.”
“You did, Captain Wu.” He handed her a roast beef sandwich from the cooler before taking one himself. Jeremy circulated, handing out sodas and extra water bottles.
Andi had taken a bite of her sandwich, but couldn’t remember how to chew. She hadn’t even known that he knew her name.
“When my best Little Bird pilot gets knocked off the FARA team, I might take some notice. The Future Assault Reconna
