Page 81 of Trapped With the Secret Agent

“Sir,” he said focusinghis gaze with difficulty on the face of the older man standing at his bedside.

“I’ve received several calls from Langley and the White House regarding you in the past couple of days.” General Turner’s face could have been made of granite. “You have a great many friends in high places.”

“That’s a surprise, sir, given the state of things at the embassy.”

General Turner’s expression didn’t change. “You managed to give us all quite the drill.”

“That wasn’t my doing, sir.”

“You also saved several million lives, including everyone at this base.” The general shook his head, a small smile warming his face. “I find myself wishing you were still in uniform.”

Peter wasn’t sure he should say anything, so he kept his mouth shut.

The doctor poked his head through the curtain. “General?”

The general glanced at the doctor, nodded then turned back to Peter. “Was there something urgent you needed, Mr. Welis?”

“Yes, sir. Answers to a few questions.”

“Make ’em fast.”

“The nuke?”

“It’s taken care of.”

“Ambassador Mitchell?”

“Will live. Anything else?”

“Yes, sir. One more thing. The ambassador’s secretary, Georgia Masters, she may...ask about me...my medical status. Tell her what you can. And would you give her a message for me?”

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Driven by impatienceand frustration, Georgia paced as she waited for someone to answer her questions. The nurse who’d checked her over didn’t know anything, and the doctor she’d waylaid while treating some of her coworkers refused to answer her queries regarding her Uncle’s or Peter’s well-being.

She was told to wait.

At this rate, she would wear out the floor in front of the base doctor’s desk in no time.

She stared at the neat, clean, white linoleum beneath her feet. A single drop of blood marred its pristine surface.

Blood.

She was sick and tired of seeing blood.

“I understand you’ve inquired into the health of Ambassador Mitchell and Peter Welis,” a gruff male voice said behind her. “I’m Brigadier General Turner.”

Georgia turned around and found herself face to face with a grizzled, balding man in a uniform. She was so frazzled that she’d only heard his last name and barely glanced at the gold rank insignia pinned to his collar. She wanted answers.

“Yes, I am. But no one will tell me anything.”

Turner snorted. “Of course not. That’s against regulations. Confidential. Come with me.” He turned and walked through a set of doors marked staff only and guarded by an armed soldier.

Georgia had to trot to keep up. “Look, I know the Ambassador is a member of the diplomatic service, but he’s also my—”

“You worked for the man for nearly a year,” the general interrupted. “It’s natural for you to inquire about his health.”

“He’s also my uncle.”

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