“If My Daughter’s A General, Then I’m A Ballerina,” He Said—Until The Doors Opened

and fast, disappearing down the service stairs.

I turned back toward the main corridor, adjusting my comms.

“Command, this is Dornne. I’m engaging diversion protocol. Keep civilians clear of the west wing.”

“Copy that, General. You’re authorized for non-lethal containment.”

I moved quickly, efficiently, back toward the main level. The hotel hallways were continue reading …