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

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He hesitated, then nodded. They moved as a unit, silent and fast, disappearing down the service stairs.

I turned back toward the main corridor, adjusting my comms.

“Command, this is Dornne. I’m engaging diversion protocol. Keep civilians clear of the west wing.”

“Copy that, General. You’re authorized for non-lethal containment.”

I moved quickly, efficiently,continue reading …