B13 had ordered an orbital railgun strike to destroy the landing pad, those once sovereign gun platforms now available to the open market. Another round glittered for an instant, then a huge explosion blossomed inside the house, the ground bucking under her as broiling orange-and-yellow flames billowed into the sky. The house went dark, all illumination dead; they’d hit the power station. Choking black smoke blew over them, reeking of burning metal and human flesh.