Chapter 3
“And how are we going to land if we don’t know what’s safe to land on and what’s not?” John pointed out. Eli flinched and John felt like an asshole, hot with shame. The situation needed to be made perfectly clear for his crew, though. “Is it even safe to breathe down there? By the sheer volume of cloud cover, I’d guess most of the nukes available were fired off.”
“It depends on the type of weapon used,” Eli interjected. “Dirty bombs wouldn’t do this much damage because of how small the blast is, though everything up to a Tsar Bomba has varying degrees of explosive force. Plus, we have the EMP problem to contend with.”
It was a rhetorical question, John wanted to tell him. It didn’t matter what was used. The green-grey of the clouds, like a storm that spawns tornadoes, meant no
