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Drake rushed into the office where he’d left the others, Clark and Clarissa in his wake.
Except it was empty.
Then he spotted them gathered around the remaining MQ-45 Casper in the deeply shadowed hangar.
As he hurried to join them, he saw that Miranda was conscious. Wide-eyed with some shock, but he didn’t have time to address that. The other three stood well back.
Drake rushed up to her.
“I need an answer. We have less than two minutes.”
“An answer to what?” Several of them asked in unison.
But not Miranda. She stood with her fingertips resting lightly on the long nose of the low drone. It was shoulder-height on her.
He hadn’t actually stood close to one yet and it felt sleek, cold, and as if it was watching him. He wasn’t a fanciful man, but he could feel death sitting there
