Chapter SevenRockets burst from the screen and a flurry of ICBMs and warheads carried on Stealth missiles. A mushroom-shaped cloud erupted, followed by another and another until, outside the big window in the side of his building in 3026, like a deranged hologram, he could see the whole city going up in flames and smoke. Structures collapsed. Women and girls alike screamed and imploded. They died horribly, smoking and charred. Smoke belched from underground caverns and the Witnesses streamed from gaping holes in the ground, then fell, trapped by debris.
Big Daddy looked up and saw Sweet Foot's face in the midst of this destruction. She was smiling.
“Damn you,” he gasped.
Her face sobered and the images of his wife, daughter, son-in-law, and grandsons flashed from the charred hologram. F
