Miranda
“How could you do that?” I demand as Jonathan and I walk back to command.
“It was time,” he states simply.
“I was handling it,” I say.
“Actually, you weren"t,” he responds. “If we"re to move forward with our plans, everything needs to be out on the table. Let"s be frank,” he pauses, “Dawn is not exactly the type of soldier that we want representing us in Texas.”
“If she passes the test, you have to make her a soldier. There is no way around that,” I state plainly.
“Yes, but there are ways to keep her from being able to perform her duties.” I look at him as if he has just sprouted a second head. This man scares me.
“Jonathan,” I say, “do you even know what you"re saying?”
“She does not believe in our purpose. I"m sorry; I know she is your daughter.” He looks away.
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