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Morgan turned and took one more quick step before leaping towards Jake and Ramon, pushing them to the hard stone floor as she rolled inside the tower.
The air exploded behind her with a whoosh of hot air.
Debris showered down as the tower shook from the impact and chunks of rock crashed from the tower onto the forecourt as masonry and sculpture collapsed. A chorus of screams and shouts rose from below as injured tourists ran for cover.
Ramon pulled his radio from his belt, crouching on the floor of the tower as he spoke rapidly in Spanish, his police-issued Walther P99 pistol in his hand.
Morgan sat up, her ears ringing.
"RPG?" Jake coughed his question as debris settled around them.
Morgan nodded, her face grave. She stood up, brushed the stone dust from her clothes, and went to
