CHAPTER THIRTY SIX
3:25 p.m. Eastern Daylight Time
Headquarters of the Special Response Team
McLean, Virginia
“It’s on the TV right now,” Becca said.
“I understand,” Luke said. And he did understand. He had called her to tamp down her fears about war with the Russians. Only he had the poor timing of calling five minutes after they started showing footage of an air strike somewhere in Crimea. Becca didn’t seem to grasp the details of it.
“Someone took a video of it with their own camera, then put it on the internet. Then the TV stations picked it up. They’re saying it happened in the past half an hour.”
“What does it look like?” Luke said.
“I don’t know. Just darkness and then massive explosions. A whole series of them, again and again. And it sounds like thunder in the distance. I
