The aerial shot revealed an enormous pillar of smoke larger than Dakota had ever seen, dwarfing the skyscrapers. She could barely see the skyline through all the smoke and fire.
Dakota took a step back, and then another, until her butt pressed against the lip of the bar table.
Three bombs. Not just bombs. Nukes.
Three targeted cities. New York. Washington D.C. Chicago.
Were there only three? Or were there more?
She thought of Ezra. He’d warned her of something like this.
What was it he always said? That smart terrorists would engage in a coordinated and multi-pronged attack. They would simultaneously attack the infrastructure—the electric grid, import hubs, or several cities—all intended to eviscerate American morale.
Just like this.
Dakota was a pessimist by nature. Experience had taught her that. Life always kicked you when you were already down.
Worst case scenario, more bombs were just waiting to be detonated. Miami wasn’t the largest city in the U.S., but the metropolitan area was home to more than five million people. Seventh largest, her boss had said just last week.
Miami International Airport and the Port of Miami were also major hubs of commerce.
If there were more bombs, Miami was just as likely a target as any other.
An image bubbled up from somewhere deep inside her—a glimpse of a memory she’d shoved down deep. Something darkly, horribly familiar about all of this…
That feeling was in her, a cold dread creeping up her spine, tightening her chest, clawing at her throat. The hairs on her arms stood on end.
She’d learned to recognize it for what it was: a warning.
Dakota had to get out of the city. Right now.
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