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smoke trail twisted and curled, foreshortened as its acquisition radar locked on.
A brilliant light illuminated the interior of the aircraft. Anna Neville saw the windshield vanish. Her face was pierced by hundreds of tiny shards of Plexiglas. A cold hurricane laden with debris stormed through the cabin, blowing away the doors. Anna saw one float break away and spin into space. Something struck her forehead, her right arm. She thought: We are going to crash and die. She was too stunned to feel panic. The Cessna fell with shocking speed. Fire flashed over Anna like the breath of a furnace. The fuselage parted from the thick wings and tumbled. Then came darkness.

 
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