Aegis missile trails arc from the squadron of Arleigh Burke destroyers. Every shipโs weapon hit their marks.
โIs 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. โDidnโt even slow down.โ
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