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phase, on my mark.” He waited until the next bomb went off and said, “Go.”
     
    MADRID, SPAIN
    8:29 AM CET (CENTRAL EUROPEAN TIME)
     
    T HE SURFACE-TO- surface portable missile launchers had been appropriated from the American naval station at Rota. Lalo Vega had been skeptical about including them in their plans. He worried his team would not have enough time to learn how to use them correctly, and the weapons would end up being more dangerous to his people than those in Project Eden.
    Steven Upton, a Brit who had transferred to Spain as part of the Resistance a year earlier, convinced Lalo to allow him and one other volunteer to at least give it a try. Lalo’s conditions were that they set up far from all the other teams and could shoot only once.
    “What’s the holdup?” Lalo asked over his radio.
    Steven’s strained voice came from the speaker. “This is heavier than it looks. Give us a couple seconds.”
    Lalo waited, his gaze focused on the building that served as the administration headquarters for the station. As he was about to radio Steven again, there was a loud whoosh from off to the left. Lalo looked over just in time to see the rocket streak over the compound’s wall.
    One moment the admin building was there, and the next it was nothing more than flames and smoke and raining debris.
    “Holy shit,” someone said behind him.
    “See, told you it would work,” Steven radioed. “You know, we did bring a few more. We could take out the dormitory or the lot where they’re keeping all their vehicles, or even the front entrance. Hell, we could take out all three.”
    Staring at the destroyed building, Lalo said, “Do it.”
     
    TOKYO, JAPAN
    3:29 PM JST (JAPAN STANDARD TIME)
     
    T HE GROUND ROCKED violently with the first explosion, and then continued to shake as more devices went off. The sensation at first reminded Midori Nagawa of an earthquake, only no earthquake she’d ever lived through had lasted as long.
    Unlike the attacks at most of the other Project Eden locations, her team’s was not aimed at the walls or fences surrounding the Tokyo survival station. Rather, they had utilized the extensive network of tunnels under the city to place their explosives directly below the buildings where the bulk of the Project Eden people worked. Their hope was to inflict enough structural damage to occupy the attention of the base personnel while Midori and her people rescued the imprisoned survivors.
    When the ground stopped rocking, she jumped up and yelled, “Go, go, go!”
    They ran up the stairs and out into the street, guns at the ready in case they had to fight their way through the front gate. But the guards who had been there minutes before were gone.
    Above the wall, a huge column of smoke and dust rose into the air, obscuring the view of anything inside the compound. Midori pushed aside the metal arm that served as the gate and led her people in. They only made it a few meters before stopping dead in their tracks.
    “Dear God,” someone muttered.
    Tunnels underneath two of the buildings had opened up wide enough to swallow the structures nearly whole. Other buildings had partially sunk into the ground, their walls collapsed inward, leaving behind only piles of rubble.
    Here and there they could hear groans and pleas for help. Midori also spotted a handful of people crawling over the rubble, trying to assist their colleagues. Given what Project Eden had done to humanity, she couldn’t bring herself to give its members any sympathy.
    As she and her team passed more damaged buildings, Midori couldn’t help but worry that their attack had been too aggressive, and that the explosions might have also harmed the prisoners. When she caught sight of the first pen, she knew she was right to be concerned.
    An entire corner of the holding area had sunk a good seven meters, dragging down part of the fence. What was left at ground level looked like it was moments away from slipping into the earth.
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