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At dusk, a Huey UH-1N had arrived to transport Miranda’s Go Team to a barracks at Creech Air Force Base. Creech lay in the southeast corner of the NTTR. Set among rugged mountains, the three runways of the air base formed a triangle on the perfectly flat valley floor. Originally the base for much of America’s nuclear bomb testing, it was now the center for drone missions. Rows of coffins commanded most of the large attack and reconnaissance drones. Half of the UK’s MQ-9 Reapers were flown by an RAF team stationed at Creech.
Miranda had held her patience while Mike arranged for a secure conference room off the DFAC—what the Air Force called a dining facility. As soon as the doubled door was closed and the team seated, she pulled up a map of the crash site on her tablet. Jeremy hooked it
