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“This is Lieutenant Manfred Malcolm. Are we a go?”
“Roger that,” the Air Mission Commander called out. “We’re a go.”
“This should be a quick one, if we can trust intel,” Manny called back, knowing exactly who had done the background research for the mission.
“Damn straight you can, Mr. Lieutenant Manny!” Mila’s tone was teasing as she cut into the radio circuit. Her language had become as rough as his own. It sounded good on her, brash and full of life.
He knew he could trust her. Over the last six months she’d proven herself every bit as sharp as she was beautiful.
“And you make it quick. No three-day holiday in Crimea this time. We have wedding tomorrow. I may be single woman going up this aisle, but I will be married woman walking back down this aisle. That, or you will not be
