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The Follow-Up
by OldScout
Jack sat with his arms folded on his desk and head down. He should have known something was wrong when got to work and was told Miss Summers was half an hour early instead of two hours late. He'd found Miss Dawn Summers waiting in his office. She was going through his desk.
At first he'd thought he'd have better luck with the teenage sibling. Perhaps he would have if he could get a word in edgewise. So far she'd asked for a tour of the Pentagon and for him to get her into The Air Force Academy. In less than ten minutes she'd mentioned Area 51, NORAD, Cheyenne Mountain and the Chair Force plus other things he didn't want to think about.
"Ah, Mister General, why are you banging your head on your desk? Should I call somebody?"
"Just shoot me." He groaned back.
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