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Their screens fuzzed for one long second, then blanked all at once. Only the sight camera on the howitzer’s barrel remained operative. A far less effective system.
“Continue firing,” JJ called over the intercom.
Taz did the best she could with the crippled system.
“Release bombs.”
Jeremy had trained her how to pre-align those so that she wouldn’t have to think about them during an attack, just release them.
She checked that the pilot was still maintaining his pylon turn so that the port wing was aimed at the center of the target.
He was.
Taz knew it was their last drop, so she didn’t attempt to conserve anything. She released everything that remained. Sixteen bombs—four thousand pounds of explosives—launched off the tail. The mansion had covered more than an acre.
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