(eng) Michael Buckley - Undertow 02 by Raging Sea

Author:Raging Sea [Sea, Raging]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

“Where are you taking me?”

“It’s easier to show you than to tell you,” Doyle says.

Doyle has some of his soldiers take my father and Bex to the infirmary. They are both suffering from malnutrition, and my dad’s ribs are killing him. I could tell by the sweat on his face all during the meeting with Spangler. Doyle gives Amy a lecture on treating them well. She seems intimidated by him, but maybe it’s all an act. I can’t tell, and there’s nothing I can do about it anyway.

“This could have been so much easier,” he says as he leads me down a hall.

“No, it couldn’t,” I say defiantly. Soon we approach another elevator that requires his keycard. Once it’s activated, he pushes a button that says SB for subbasement.

The elevator stops, and we’re let out into a hallway with a concrete floor and cinder blocks for walls. Once again, I realize how practical things are here at Tempest. It’s not the evil fortress in a comic book. Everything except the device that jams my glove seems ordinary and familiar. Even the tanks look like something they bought at a hardware store.

“In the comic books, the bad guy’s secret lair is usually tricked out,” I say.

“You would be better off if you stopped thinking about all this as a war between the good guys and the bad guys,” Doyle says. “I’ve found that most people are a mixture of both.”

“That’s what the bad guy in comic books always says to the hero too. I’ll try to remember that the next time I walk by a tank full of human hands,” I hiss.

“Sometimes you have to break a few eggs to make an omelet,” he says when we get to the end of the hall.

“And that’s your problem. You think your job is making omelets. Sorry, Doyle. Your job is making sure this madhouse works. If it weren’t for people like you, none of this evil could happen.”

He swipes his keycard again, and the door opens into something my mind is not prepared to understand. As we step out onto a catwalk, I see a massive green space as big as a soccer field. The grass is bright and lush. The trees have fat pears hanging from the limbs. There are rows and rows of blooming flowers—marigolds, lilacs, tulips—in whites and blues and yellows and oranges. Everything is manicured and tidy, with a stone pathway beckoning to a swing set and a carousel. I see basketball and tennis courts, a baseball diamond, and a running track. There’s a trampoline and archery targets and places to picnic.

“What is this?” I ask.

“It’s many things. A military facility, a training center, a place for the children to feel special,” he says.

“Children? You mean the Alpha kids?”

A loud buzz blasts the air.

“C’mon, I want to keep you out of sight for now,” he says. He walks me into a shadowy section, far from the lights, and he sits down on the edge of the catwalk, letting his boots hang over the side.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.