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“I have some images to show you.”
Miranda liked the introduction.
The escort through Pentagon security had informed her that the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff—the highest-ranking officer in the US military—was waiting for her. The sign on his office door stated that he was General Drake Nason. So any repeat of that information would have been a waste of time.
It was said that every office in the Pentagon’s vast complex was within a ten-minute walk of every other, and she now believed it. The walk up the ramps and long hallways to his office had indeed taken just seven minutes and nineteen seconds. The concept of five nested pentagons of decreasing size, cross-connected by frequent corridors, was an ingenious feat of architectural engineering.
Once past the lobby, most corri
