“What the hell happened?” Frank’s roar filled the room. It wasn’t his place, but he couldn’t help himself. One moment they’d had a clear ring tone on Beat’s cell phone and the next it looked like the airport had blown up.
“Someone get me a clear shot of the airport,” General Brett Rogers snarled out. Frank had never heard that tone from the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs before and decided he’d better shut up.
A tech sent the command to some obscure bunker, probably in Utah, and the remote pilot sent his command over satellite to turn the Raptor’s camera. Moments later it centered on the flame. One tactical had rolled in and also burned, they could see the bright sparkles of the ammunition firing off in the intense heat at the heart of the fire.
The other truck was backing off slowly, bei
