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Connell was screaming, only no sound was coming out. And it was f*****g cold. He felt weightless and freakishly formless. Trying to curl into a ball with a body that wasn’t there anymore, he rolled and shifted as the air buffeted him with surprising force. The wind felt solid as it smacked him around like the ocean’s surf during a storm.
To make matters worse, he couldn’t hear above the roaring sound of the wind. The noise filled the world, and then he was plunging down to the ground.
The trip down was faster than a free-fall. It was more like being caught on the tailpipe of a rocket as it hurtled through space. Images of Major Kong riding the nuclear bomb flitted through his consciousness for a second before he came together with a loud pop. The sensation was something like waking up
