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When Miranda had raised her question about the gunship’s origin, Holly had shrugged.
“Like I told that guy panting on your trail, a crash is a crash.”
The guy…? Miranda shoved the thought aside as irrelevant.
Holly was right.
But the more Miranda investigated this crash, the less sense it made.
They found the very nose of the cockpit by following the trajectory of debris.
It had survived more or less intact. Its second landing—after the initial crash and then the brief flight due to the explosion—had plowed through a perimeter fence of orange plastic mesh. Jeff said it was there to stop people from skiing down the wrong side of the peak and into a dangerous wilderness area with avalanches and cliffs and things.
Past the fence, the cockpit section had tumbled down a rocky slope t
