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After the black-box bird launched, Steve let the shakes run through him. It took him three tries to get the screwdriver back into the goddamn toolbox.
He’d read and signed all of the crazy paperwork MHA insisted on but not thought about it until he’d seen Carly’s face go sheet white while reading the instructions.
Nuclear bomb detection. She hadn’t read the table aloud, but he could tell the instant she reached it. Her eyes were normally wide and welcoming—except when she was pissed at him, which was often enough. But now they had shot huge. The thought that there might be a nuclear bomb twenty miles to the west was freaking him out.
Were they inside or outside the blast radius? How about fallout?
How the hell was he supposed to know? He sure wasn’t going to ask. Better not to know
