“That’s what I tell myself,” Leclerc said. “Three…two…one…detonation.” Nothing happened. The coastline remained as it was. No explosion. No flash. Not even a pop. He looked at his tablet. “The nukes have detonated. The shockwave should be here in ten minutes or so. It’ll just sound like distant thunder, though.” He looked down at the carrier deck. Stratt put her hand on his shoulder. “You did what you had to do. We’re all doing what we have to do.” He buried his face in his hands and cried.
