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16 “It’s still not making sense.” The twisted bits of steel that Holly seemed so fascinated by weren’t the only thing that wasn’t making sense. Mike had talked to everyone who would speak to him—all three of them. None of them even admitted to knowing a General Harrington. Three guards still encircled the plane, but the dynamic was different today. Yesterday they’d been facing outward, guarding against possible intruders in the heart of the Nevada Test and Training Range. Today, they lined the green-flagged perimeter of the debris field and faced inward. Nine heavily-armed mercenaries yesterday—Holly had assured him they were not regular Air Force personnel and he supposed if anyone knew, she would. So three heavily armed guards to watch three unarmed NTSB agents. The odds were defini