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Miranda’s scream seemed to echo across the fathomless blue arc of sky over Johnston Atoll.
This time when Holly spun looking for the source, she had the Glock up. The safety, integral in the trigger, was depressed and she’d taken up half of the pressure to fire the first round.
Andi was curled up on the pavement with both arms clasped over her head.
Miranda was bent over, clutching herself tightly as she unleashed another ear-piercing gut-wrencher.
Jon came within milliseconds of being shot in the face.
“What the hell did you do to them?” Holly jammed the gun into her front waistband rather than the rear one for faster access as she hurried up to them.
No one answered.
Holly tried to wrap her arms around Miranda. For her trouble, Miranda almost crotched her with a flailing bunch
