Free Alien in Chief by Gini Koch Page A

make sure I get a copy of all the results and transcript.”
    â€œI will do. Head of Imageering out.” Our screen went blank.
    â€œI love how she reminded us of her rank right before hanging up on us,” Jeff said.
    â€œI love more that she can do it. So, this means that the likelihood is that a Yates offspring with enough Yates in there can probably handle human machinery, doesn’t it?”
    â€œOne test subject isn’t enough to be anything close to conclusive,” Chuckie said. “But I’m willing to hypothesize that the answer is yes.”
    â€œI thought Buchanan and the assassins got rid of all the Yates progeny out there,” Jeff said.
    â€œThey got rid of all the Americans they could find and Nightcrawler knew about. But there could easily be Ronnie’s Kids that they missed or that are in other parts of the world. Ronaldo Al Dejahl Prime was raised in Europe, remember, and so was Nightcrawler.”
    â€œWe have the results from the Field teams’ investigation,” Chuckie said. “They indicate that no one jumped off of anything on the Beltway, other than Lillian Culver’s car.”
    â€œMeaning Huntress has some kind of skills. I’m going to work under the assumption she’s one of Ronnie’s Kids until proven otherwise.”
    â€œWhat that means is that she’s not Stephanie,” Jeff said, sounding relieved.
    Chuckie shook his head. “Actually, if one A-C can learn, even if that A-C is a hybrid child of the most powerful A-C we know of, that means a regular A-C can learn. Would it take a lot of time and training? Yes. Is it a doable thing? Absolutely yes.”
    Hugged Jeff’s shoulders, which I could do since he was sitting down. “I know you’d like to believe Stephanie isn’t involved. But I think we have to accept that even if we do everything we can, and even if TCC does everything he can, she may still not ever come back to our side of things. Or even Cleary’s side of things.”
    Jeff heaved a sigh. “I know. I just want to believe that she will until I have proof positive that she’s not redeemable.”
    â€œThe truth is out there, Jeff. And I’m sure we’ll find it.”

CHAPTER 12
    T HE REST OF THE week was fairly uneventful, other than Tito calling it right and Jeff not allowing me to go anywhere, and the raging arguments for who was going with us down to Florida.
    Fewer people were staying to keep things running than were coming along. Of course, other than Doreen and Irving Coleman-Weisman and their son, Ezra, pretty much the entire staff and extended friends and family who lived with us wanted to take the train. Possibly because I’d raved about it a little too much. My bad.
    Doreen didn’t want to go because her parents had been in the Diplomatic Corps all her life—well, before the Poofs ate them. But we were all okay with that, Doreen included, because Robert and Barbara Coleman had been traitors of the highest order and also not the most loving and supportive parents someone could want, especially when their only daughter had wanted to marry a human.
    Doreen was our only truly trained diplomat on staff and also the only one who took the job seriously. Why she wasn’t our ambassador I didn’t know, but every time I mentioned this, Doreen was the loudest voice shooting down the option.
    I’d bowed out of most of the passionate arguments for who should be allowed to cause us to have to add ten morecars to the train. But we were a day away from leaving and we weren’t finalized in any way.
    Finished my breakfast meeting with Embassy staff, which consisted of almost all of them sharing why they needed to go to Florida, then decided to head upstairs to see what the daycare set was going to demand, in part because Amy was up there again and in other part because I wanted to see what Denise thought about her and her kids coming along, too.
    What