large explosions

Her first bullet had punched down through the top of the driver’s head, stopping thought, control, breath, and life. His body armor reacted to the sudden drop in pulse, and it blew up.

The explosion punched backward, blowing out the rear of the cab and killing four of the Fixers in the back. Their suits blew as well. Mia never made it off the roof of the cab. She was caught inside a thermobaric fireball that lifted the entire semi, the crated and uncrated fighting machines, all the Fixers, and three-quarters of an acre of road and forest, and threw it all burning into the air.

At virtually the same moment, in one of those cosmic coincidences that seem to be part of the life—and death—of tier-one special operations, there was another explosion nearly three thousand miles away. Two blasts, really, seconds apart as a pair of AIM-120 AMRAAM missiles hit the Fixer troop transport planes. One missile struck just as the first K-110 was trundling toward the cargo hatch, ready to drop into the concert stadium. Eighty-eight Fixers and sixteen fighting machines, along with the planes and flight crews, filled the sky with fireballs that could be seen for fifty miles in every direction.

-Relentless pg. 477, Kindle Edition.