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This time, it was a black box. A stealth cargo plane had gone down three weeks ago near the Yukon border. Official search called it a “mechanical malfunction.” Eagle knew it was a magnetometer spike from a experimental power source—something that should have never been in the air.

He keyed his radio. “Eagle to Aerie. I have the package.” Eagle Mac Crack -

He pressed his palm against the crystal. This time, it was a black box

The voice on the radio became frantic. “Crack, you don’t understand. That’s not a weapon. That’s a seed. If you activate it—” Eagle Mac Crack -

Eagle’s hand was already on the latches. “Too late.”