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They were now a hundred feet up, but as the wreck was dead astern, there wasn’t much to see. Mike kept watching the desert intently, wishing his arm would stop throbbing where Holly had punched it.
She was clearly superior physically, so he couldn’t get his revenge that way—besides, that wasn’t his way, it was hers. He’d think up some other devious trick…later.
For now, he was appreciating her suspicious mind. Being cleared off the crash site with no notice had turned to careful silence, slipping a backup of their data into her boot heel, and now watching behind.
If he knew what he was watching for…
Would he recognize a wargame if he saw one?
But Holly had been suspicious about that, too. If it wasn’t a wargame…
He spotted a single plane racing in from the east. It was moving fas
