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DMZ.
“Jesus Christ, lady. What did you just do?” Senator Ramson was staring at his phone.
Clarissa looked at her own phone again. It didn’t make sense. “Nothing was planned there.”
“It damn well better not be. That place is a goddamn powder keg with the fuse already lit,” Ramson found the remote and turned on CNN.
“The news wouldn’t have had time to get…” she tapered off as an unsteady fireball filled the screen. Shot on someone’s phone from the south side of the DMZ.
“And this just in,” the news anchor flipped to another video. “We’re just seeing this for the first time ourselves.”
This time the image was rock solid, with high resolution.
Three jets flying in tight formation—and one well off to the side.
The fourth one rejoined the others in a tight diamond.
They shrank into
