Prologue

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There was nothing special about the portable office trailer. On a humid summer night, the one-room building sat on a slope in an unlit corner lot of a Louisiana fuel refinery. The trickle of smoke escaping from its open window into the polluted sky was the first sign of trouble.

A battered white pickup waited beside the trailer with its nose pointed downhill. When the burning wall collapsed into the truck's cargo bed, it landed on a pile of items carefully chosen to increase the fire's heat. The blaze would not die easily.

The driverless truck lurched down the gravel slope and rolled into an open-ended Quonset hut, where the flames illuminated a maze of pipes. An insulated supply line jutted from the ground, feeding aviation fuel into a network of smaller pipes, which ran through clusters of gauges, then into high-pressure manifolds. And from there ...

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