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Miranda downloaded the files and glanced through them quickly.
A fifth-generation Shenyang J-31 Gyrfalcon fighter jet.
She glanced up at Drake, but he merely shook his head so she kept her mouth shut. Perhaps he didn’t want Colonel Elizabeth Gray to know the content. But it would have been easy to send her from the room.
Perhaps he didn’t want to know what they contained himself.
It was odd, but that felt right, even if she was less rather than more successful making instinctual conclusions.
She couldn’t read the labels on the various data streams, but the numbers told her what she was looking at: altitude, air speed, g-force, engine temperatures, and so on.
Arranging the several feeds about her screen, she synchronized them and hit Play. Satellite imagery, two full screens of da
