"Falcon Two, maintain formation. Falcon Three, circle east and prepare for the second payload release on my mark." Adrian hated how steady his voice sounded.
From this height, District One was no longer a city but a wound splitting open across the earth. Smoke rose from several blocks where the first bombs had already landed, thick black columns twisting upward into the pale afternoon sky.
Fires crawled along rooftops while the roads were clogged with abandoned cars, overturned buses and bodies that looked like dots from above. Except he knew they were not dots but people. Some of them were infected while the rest were not, and that was the part eating through his chest.
His gloved hands tightened around the controls as another scream broke through the open emergency frequency below.
