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“Talk to me,” President Roy Cole dropped into his chair and buckled up as Air Force One began its final descent into Victoria International Airport. Drake considered the stack of notes he and Sarah had made. As Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, it was his role to advise the President on military matters. Sarah’s scope was wider. As National Security Advisor, her purview included all areas of national security. Neither of them had any direct power, unlike the Secretary of Defense. Well, he’d done his years of service and had been granted dispensation despite passing mandatory retirement because of his job as the chairman. The worst the President could do was actually let him retire. Sarah still had years of service in the government ahead of her—perhaps decades. Politicians were lik