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“You’re just in time to see this.” Rather than rolling into the hangar, Harrington stopped the van.
A long thin needle of an aircraft slipped out into the night—at the first moment it could take off unobserved.
Miranda, along with the others, pressed her face to the window, trying to see it better as it rolled by.
“That’s seriously next-level,” Jeremy was the first to recover his voice.
“Yes,” Clarissa Reese sounded pleased. “Mach 2.9 capable. Supercruise at 2.1. Ten-thousand-mile range and that includes fifty percent of the flight at supercruise. Up to twenty-four hour loiter time on site at subsonic speeds. We can—”
“Shut up, Clarissa.” Director Clark Winston’s tone was flat and harsh.
Miranda glanced at Holly, who, with a barely visible shrug, suggested she didn’t know what to
