Relaxed with the help of Blue Illusions, they sauntered to a blast wall that overlooked the ocean. They watched three red lights glow brighter in the sky. Smoke-brained, neither man ducked nor ran. The red lights became bigger and suddenly flashed pure white. Rockets streaked from the sky and exploded on the beach below. The flash, the noise, the shockwave seemed like nothing more than a fireworks show to the two grinning men watching it. “It’s the weirdest thing,” said Danny. “Mexican Exacto missiles can hit an ant from a mile away and yet ... it’s like they’re deliberately missing their targets.” “Ain’t that a curiosity,” said Piano.