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“OH, MY GOD,” GRIMALDI WHISPERED
ОглавлениеA pall of smoke rose above the fireburst, curling and swelling into a mushroom shape. The dust and debris sucked up into the superheated air began to fall back to earth. A dark cloud formed over the scene of destruction.
“Carl, what happened?” Brognola demanded.
“Listen hard, Hal,” Lyons said from the chopper. “There’s been a massive explosion near Bucklow. I mean massive. Call in all emergency services in the vicinity. Now.”
“What does it look like?”
“Like Hell landed on the county with a vengeance.”
“Carl, Gadgets is down there.”