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Springs Burn Center in half an hour."
Jessica started to ask how she'd get to Colorado Springs from western Arizona in thirty minutes, when she heard the whine of a skycar descending.
The General continued. "I sent a rocket courier for you, it should be there any moment."
Jessica laughed despite herself. "Right, General."
The trip was a whirlwind. She forgot to bring Solomon, which left her chagrined because MacBride never would have left Sol behind. Her failure was probably just as well for the parrot, though—birds tended to get awfully cranky if they didn't get a full night's sleep.
The ship hurtled through the air faster than sound. Jessica barely had time to play the obvious guessing game with herself. What could be such good news at a hospital? How could any news compensate for the loss of Morgan MacBride? Had they somehow brought him back from the dead? And if not, why the fuss?
Yet when she landed on the roof of the burn center, the General greeted her with a smile that looked to burst like a ripe watermelon if he did not share the news soon. "This way." He pointed to an elevator.
The elevator stopped a few floors down. Together they walked down the bright white corridor; the General's hard leather shoes clicked with every step, and the sound echoed off the walls and the sterile metal equipment that gave a hospital its characteristic starkly cold feeling. He was in a hurry, and Jessica had trouble keeping up with him.
They came to a closed door. A soldier