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Office of the Commanding General
Nellis Air Force Base, Nevada
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“Good afternoon, Miss Flynn,” General Bartholomew intoned, bowing slightly at the waist. “I rarely have visitors of any kind, much less civilians. What can I do for you?”
“Didn’t Cagney tell you anything?” Shannon said as she sat down.
“Yes, he did. This has to do with the.......incident in Los Angeles. That is under control,” Bartholomew said quickly. “We have it well in hand.”
“Look, General, cut the shit. You know why I’m here. You have a mechanic here who switched six nuclear weapons for dummies in March. One of them blew up Los Angeles. I want him.”
“Preposterous,” Bartholomew scoffed. “Utterly impossible. You wouldn’t believe the security we have here.”
“You ever hear of a guy named Simms?” Shannon said. “He went through your security procedure too, only it didn’t work so good. Don’t bullshit me, General. You let me talk to your people or pay the price.”
“Okay,” Bartholomew smirked. “You talk to anybody you want. You find somebody who’s dirty, I’ll kill him on the spot, no questions asked.”