Jadeja

“by.” Dorian watched Naomi scratch at the robe bunched around her on the couch. He wondered how long she could hold out. The phone clicked. A distracted voice said, “Chase.” “It’s Sloane. Where are we with the nukes?” The man coughed and spoke more slowly. “Mr. Sloane. We have, I think, fifty, or forty-nine operational.” “How many total?” “That’s all we have, sir. We’re”
― A.G. Riddle, The Atlantis Gene