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“What the hell did you tell the CIA?”
Miranda wondered what it was with generals and this project. She hadn’t met that many of them over the years, maybe they were all angry by the time they reached this rank.
That didn’t seem likely.
Perhaps it was just this incident.
“The same thing you’ve told me?” General Nason growled when she didn’t answer.
“Code-word classified is a rather self-explanatory term in my experience. I told them nothing. One of the departmental directors seemed rather upset about that. The director himself appeared more amused.”
“Amused, how could you tell?”
“He appeared to be teasing one of his division directors as he kept his hand on her shoulder.”
“On her shoulder?”
“A Ms. Clarissa Reese, Director of Special Projects. It appeared that he was in an intima
