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Jeremy could feel himself shrink. Soon he’d be so small he could hide inside his computer case as they tossed him out of the room and never let him in again. Here, in the Situation Room, like the coolest setting on the planet and he was screwing up so much that—
“Jeremy?”
He looked up at Rose’s soft call.
“I didn’t understand most of that.”
“Sorry.” No one had. No oneeverdid except Miranda. He stared down at the keyboard.
“But,” Rose continued, “the part I think I understood, correct me if I’m wrong, is that you found asectionof the sky from which the attack probably originated.”
“Oh no, it was absolutely from there. But it’s a big…, uh, sorry about the language. It’s just that space is really, really big. And now I’m quotingThe Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy.Sorry.”
“I’m merely wondering, what satellites were in that really, really big area, that’s smaller than all of space, at the right time to make the attack?”
The President was studying Rose intently.
“I don’t know. The ones we’re interested in would be classified, so I don’t know them. We’d have to ask—” He slapped his own forehead. Then he turned to Taz.
She didn’t even hesitate. She tapped a button on the intercom. “Please get me in touch with General Elizabeth Gray, the head of the NRO.”
Yes, Drake’s wife, the head of the National Reconnaissance Office was in charge of the nation’s satellites—as well as knowing all about the foreign ones.
