"As long as the FAA has been so good as to clear the airspace," he said, "we’re gonna launch some more stuff. Might want to plug your ears." He set the microphone down, turned his back on the crowd, and faced the complex at the other end of the valley. The crowd grew silent. An alarm klaxon could be heard in the distance. T.R. stepped carefully over the caution tape, strolled out into the open near the rocket launchers, and checked his watch.