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“Drake.”
“Barry. Kick your entourage out.” Three-star generals went nowhere without a buffering entourage, prefiltering everything that stood a rat’s-ass chance of coming up the line. Every little pipsqueak with their own agenda regarding what made it through.
One of the reasons he tended to run lean himself. He didn’t want all of the noise filtered out. He was the only four-star general he knew with no flag-rank staffers other than the vice-chairman.
“Then why’s he here?” Barry pointed at Campos still seated beside Arkin Kavanaugh.
Drake sighed and decided to grab the bull by the horns, “Do you want me to discuss a possible court-martial in front of your people?” The three generals and assorted colonels Barry had dragged in with him all flinched before covering their shock. Most o
