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“s**t!” Drake looked down at the last two bodies in the Groom Lake morgue, lying side by side and dressed in US Air Force flightsuits.
“We weren’t able to identify this man and woman. They have no identification, no dog tags.” Harrington waved a hand at them. “They were at the rear of the aircraft, separate from the rest of the crew. The impact broke their necks. I had my team scour the area several times, but we found nothing else. I even had my men watching the NTSB team closely in case they found something we missed.”
Clarissa stood to the other side of the corpses. Humbled, at least for the moment, she’d divulged a complete list of drone operations—and Drake tried not to be sick when he thought of the cost to the pilots. Thankfully, the program was very new, so only a few pilots
