Susan inspected it carefully. “Okay, I believe you, but I don’t have ready access to—”
Miranda pulled out her phone and dialed as Susan’s voice petered off.
“Miranda.”
“Drake,” she always appreciated that Drake didn’t waste time on frivolous niceties when there were important issues at hand. She quickly listed the documents she needed loaded immediately to her secure server.
“I’m glad you’re on this incident, Miranda. You’ll receive it all in ten minutes if I have to cut off someone’s head.”
“Won’t that make it harder for them to do the task?”
“Yes, but it will motivate whoever replaces them. Bye, Miranda.”
“Bye, Drake.”
Susan handed back her ID very slowly. “Why did you call the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff to expedite the delivery of technical manuals?”
Miranda took her ID, tucked it into its proper pocket, then made sure none of the cards had been knocked askew by extracting the CAC for Susan’s inspection.
She pulled out her computer, tapped it awake, and opened her secure mail link.
“It seemed the most expeditious. Besides, I didn’t want to bother Roy.”
“Roy? You would have called the President about this?”
She didn’t bother answering as the first document appeared,F-35C Lightning II Pilot’s Operating Manual, Volume 1.She opened it and began reading quickly.