Los Alamos, New MexicoAlex gulped. How much did they know? He held Amber's hand. "Sir, the volcanoes are active. Lava is flowing."
The pictures on the screen changed, showing the eerie colors of the Jornada del Muerto plain as it had appeared a few hours before. "Sir, those are not the only ones. We saw more, far worse to come."
He fell back into his seat.
People stared at him.
General Nord nodded.
Satellite pictures of the San Andres fault line appeared, with drawn in steam rising from the artist rendered volcanic vents and fumaroles.
Amber pointed with her free hand. "Sir, they are open. The lava fields have spread."
General Nord glanced at her, then back at the room. "You all know our danger. If we do nothing, towns, and military bases will be inundated with water and lava."
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