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Drake had never seen anything quite like it.
He was first to arrive at the downed Sabrejet, by only seconds.
It was eerie.
He was leaping out of the car even as the jet stopped, but it was completely silent. No noise of a winding-down engine. No noise of any kind.
Then, with a loud bang that made him duck for cover, the canopy slammed backward on its rails. Emergency canopy release.
There was nothing else, so he moved up closer to the plane.
He was pretty sure who the pilot was.
“Miranda?”
The pilot pulled off her helmet and looked down at him.
“Are you okay?”
“I need to order a new ejection seat.”
“What happened that you landed here?”
As she climbed down, eight or ten police cars raced up with their lights and sirens going.
Officers piled out of their cars, weapons out an
