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“No ma’am. I can’t divert this flight. You’ve seen our cargo.”
Miranda considered handing the radio call from General Nason over to him anyway. But she didn’t. She pulled the headset that the copilot had handed her back on.
“I’ll be there with my team as soon as I can, Drake.”
“How soon is that? I’m just departing Andrews.”
“I’ll be there with my team as soon as I can, Drake.” What else was she supposed to say?
“Hurry,” and he was gone.
The pilot was right, nothing should divert a Dignified Transfer flight.
“May I place a call or text to my team?”
“If you use the plane’s wi-fi, you can text all you want. If I patch you through our system, I can’t guarantee that the call will be private. In fact, I can pretty much guarantee it won’t be if you’re cross-patching to a civilian line
