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... t of the clouds and the hangar at Bielin snaps like dry bread.
Fuel drums go up in a stack of black fire, sparks spitting into the wind.
The air tastes like pennies and hot rubber.
A man runs with a hose and disappears in a sheet of smoke.
"Up! Up!" someone yells from the tower.
The radio answers with coughs, then the flat scream of feedback.
"Bielin hit....hangars...."
The sentence cuts off when the glass blows in.
On the road nort ...
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