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“I spent the night running different scenarios,” Miranda informed the team over breakfast. “No stall—not even a full-power, high-speed stall—breaks the inherent strength of the C-130’s tubular hull section to allow the flattened form we witnessed yesterday. Also, none of the scenarios actually fold the nose of the aircraft back underneath the body of the plane like a broken toe.”
“What does?” Holly stopped eating her Western omelet with a side of sausages and English muffins, then thumped her feet to the floor to look more closely at the screen as if the answer was there.
It wasn’t.
It was out in the field, but just in a way that no one, including herself, had thought to look at it.
Miranda called up the profile she’d finally found at three a.m. and spent the last several hours ref
