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On the visual tracking from the satellite circling in low Earth orbit, a massive bloom of light appeared.
“One minute and forty-seven seconds,” Miranda noted.
“What the hell was that?” President Cole dropped into his chair.
“Hypersonic Dagger missile. Probably fitted to an Su-57 Felon as we didn’t see a jet at the exact firing position.”
“You know,” Jeremy spoke up over the intercom from Seattle, “Mach 10 is pretty amazing. I wish they’d had time to use their new Avangard hypersonic glider. It can travel at Mach 27, but first the ICBM has to launch it into space so that it can fall that fast. Not enough time for the launch and reentry before it reached China, but that would have been something to see.”
“Goddamn,” Roy rubbed at his face. “I never wanted to see either of those thing
