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Totally



“...and that’s, like, how they’re gonna do it,” Cassie said.

None of the old men around the table made eye contact with her. The underground conference room was quiet. The Chief of Space Ops, who had dialed in from Rockwell, had muted his phone. Only the giant green screen on the end wall hummed with static. The Navy Chief had drawn blue ships on his notepad. In front of the Army General lay a lollipop with strawberry flavor.

“So,” said the Commandant of the Marine Corps, “you’re saying they will sneak it in in a giant condom?”

“Uhhuh,” said Cassie.



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