Johnstone was everything I wasn’t: super-straight, with a haircut that was so blunt and squared off it looked like it had been specially constructed for her by the Army Corps of Engineers. Second-generation military, navy brat who’d grown up in ports all around the world, poli-sci major, and then washed out of special forces training—broke both her legs, just like Snowden, which was an irony she didn’t appreciate at all when that came out. Also, she was hot, you know, ice-queen style, the kind of blue eyes that someone will inevitably call “piercing.” She was an old-school country fan, Merle
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