Her earpiece squawks as she stands at the edge of the cratered parking lot.
“We just killed two-hundred people in a 737 to hit him. Is he dead?”
She eyes a man-shaped impression at the crater’s heart before a crushing grip grabs her arm.
“Tell him I live.”
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