Incoming

Aegis missile trails arc from the squadron of Arleigh Burke destroyers. Every shipโ€™s weapon hit their marks.

โ€œIs it down?โ€ the rear admiral asks.

A crewman looks up from her station as a ten-mile-long wedge of black approaches in the sky. โ€œDidnโ€™t even slow down.โ€


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