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On the lower levels of Operation Batcave, a wide corridor with walls of red stone stretched on for at least a hundred feet. LIS agents shuffled along, some checking reports on tablets, others lost in their own thoughts.
They all had to jump out of the way.
Claire ran through the hallway with both fists thrust into the air. “Yes, yes, yes!” she yelled, skidding to a stop. “This place is the bomb!”
Grinning so hard his face hurt, Jack shook his head. “Take it easy there, Nineties Girl,” he teased. “Nobody says ‘the bomb’ anymore.”
Claire spun around to face him with a smile that could light up the night sky. “I’m bringing it back!” she protested, sauntering up to him. “I mean this place is like straight out of James Bond or something.”
“I’m glad you approve.”
She slapped him on the
