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“Why here?” Major Jon Swift had caught up with them as they reached the center of the wreckage.
Miranda considered if there was any deeper meaning to this being the center. They were actually in the forward third of the fuselage, but because the crew section had been flipped forward, it was roughly the geographic center of the wreck from the tail to the far end of the flipped crew section.
No. No relevance.
“Observe the burn marks on the cargo deck.” Everyone looked down at where she pointed.
The burn marks had formed a near perfect bullseye. The center of the area was punched downward like a shallow crater. Scorch marks radiated outward in all directions from that point.
“The center of the blast,” Holly was the only one looking out at the debris field. Even Jeremy didn’t see the
