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“Colonel Gray, we really must stop meeting like this.” Drake unintentionally punctuated it with a large yawn. “Syria is being a royal pain in the ass tonight.” Regrettably, the C-130 crash wasn’t the greatest of his worries at the moment—but it was close.
“Yes sir.”
“I apologize for the hour, Gray.”
She shrugged, “It’s past midnight. Just the start to another fine day at the NRO. And apparently at the office of the CJCS.” Her flicker of a smile offered a touch of commiseration and a surprising amount of humanity.
Drake decided that he could get to like her. He was so sick of the people who cowered before his desk or tried to curry favor. Gray was apparently simply herself.
He waved her to a seat and, somewhat to his surprise, she actually took it this time.
“Why are you here agai
