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Miranda hated being the center of attention for even two people. Being faced by two generals, two CIA directors, and her own team was way too much.
She couldn’t think.
Couldn’t see past the drone that lay beside her. The cause of so much trouble, but also the closest tie to her parents that she’d had in years.
How was she supposed to get past that to think about this problem?
Her parents weren’t who she thought they were. But did that change who they were? Did the hundreds of hours spent on Kryptos and dozens of other cryptographic puzzles become any less because they were CIA agents?
Did—
“A minute thirty, Ms. Chase. I need an answer now.”
Miranda couldn’t focus. Couldn’t see past the betrayal…if that’s what it was.
How was she supposed to answer the general? She barely unders
