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The country had changed remarkably over the last 18 months. Martin Rathbone sat back in his comfortable black leather chair with a glass of whiskey in one hand and a cigar in the other. He was looking out the window with a fierce grin on his face. He had never seen such a spectacular view.

Off in the distance. a large fire ball had risen from the ground. It was as if the earth had cracked open and an incredible phoenix had emerged. Even though it looked small from his condo window, Rathbone new the impact that the weapon had done. Radiation would spread through the city and millions of people would die. Savannah had been demolished.