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Miranda wasn’t sure if she’d stepped out of the lion’s den and into the lion. But the car had pulled up the moment she’d stepped out of the CIA’s front doors and the second man from the airport had been waiting for her.
He’d at least had the decency to introduce himself, Sergeant Oscar Lamont, and ask if she was willing to accompany him to a meeting at the Pentagon. It wasn’t where she’d been planning to go, but at least it wasn’t being kidnapped. And it was closer to Terence’s office in downtown DC than the CIA’s Langley headquarters.
She’d stepped in. The speed of their departure seemed startling until she turned and saw one of the CIA guards running out of the lobby and trying to flag them down. Miranda double-checked, but she had her knapsack with her. Nothing left behind.
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