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- He could sense it perfectly. The hum of precision electronics, the whine of a subsonic turbofan...it was as clear as if he was standing next to it. The calculations were simple. In an instant, he knew he had precisely forty-two seconds before impact. Cell smiled; it was a bold move on the part of the military, one he would have applauded had it not been so pathetically hopeless.
- He briefly considered simply leaving, but stopped. No, he couldn't be blamed for this.
- "If I may crave your attention for one minute longer," he began, his voice amplified, "I fear I have some sad news for you all. It seems your leaders have no concern whatsoever for your lives. A few moments ago, a submarine off the coast launched a 3,000-pound Tomahawk cruise missile directly at this building."
- - Bringer of Death Chapter 59
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