“If My Daughter’s A General, Then I’m A Ballerina,” He Said—Until The Doors Opened

quietly.

“We can reroute them toward the west exit, but it’ll take sixty seconds to set the diversion.”

Sixty seconds. In tactical time, that was an eternity.

“Do it. I’ll buy you time.”

I turned to the lead agent. “Get the Ambassador to the loading dock. Armored transport should be there in three minutes. Do not wait for me.”

“General—”

“That’s an order.continue reading …