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“Just as I suspected,” Miranda pointed down.
Jon let himself admire the firm certainty of her fine fingers for a moment before looking where she indicated.
Exactly as she’d predicted, the bottom of the inverted crew section they’d just climbed onto had two distinct burn patterns on it. The scorch pattern of a raging fire and the blast overlay of a hard explosion that had buckled the floor into the shape of a long, shallow crater. It would have been a smooth dome shape when the section was still attached to the plane. Now it looked like a broad crater exposed to the midday sun, absorbing it due to all of the char on the surface.
Miranda laced those expressive fingers of hers together and held them up in an inverted cup shape.
“See how that would even further refocus the explosion’s
