After the Apocalypse Book 3 Resurgence: a zombie apocalypse political action thriller by Warren Hately

Author:Warren Hately [Hately, Warren]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-04-18T16:00:00+00:00

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TOM DRAINED HIS glass, as thirsty as he’d claimed, and Wilhelm gestured at the jug as he went to a drinks table and started sorting his wife a short sherry.

“I made a decision about your Confederates and I’ve already asked Chief Ortega to provide us an escort for tomorrow,” the Councilor said.

“Against my better judgement,” his wife added.

“You’re coming with me?”

“Yes,” Wilhelm said and turned back to face them. “I need to meet these people directly and get my own feel for them and . . . what they’re proposing. Then we can negotiate then and there.”

“Ortega’s picking the squad?”

“Not a squad,” Wilhelm replied. “The Chief suggested Mr Greerson and a driver. Do you have any problem with that? He’s our Chief of Safety, after all.”

Tom kept his misgivings about Ortega to himself, somehow unsure amid the gigantic clusterfuck of recent days whether the maverick Safety chief made the wrong call acting on the Raiders after all. His men, though, might be another question.

“Greerson seemed like an OK dude,” Tom said and shrugged. “I heard you’ve still got Burroughs locked up?”

“Yes.”

“That’s the Chief’s call too?”

Wilhelm sighed and looked down at his empty plate in clear frustration.

“Yes.”

“We heard about the violence today,” Carlotta said. “Terrible.”

“I was there when it happened.”

“You do have a talent for being Johnny-on-the-spot, don’t you, Tom?”

Whatever Wilhelm hoped Tom would make of the comment was undermined by two women dressed almost like nurses entering the dining room carrying two impressive trays. A teenage girl obviously related to one of the two older women followed them with a dish set with tongs, and she immediately served the coarse fresh bread rolls onto the smaller of their two plates. Tom instinctively placed his hand on the roll, somehow thrown off to find it warm, the smell of freshly-baked bread late to register. His stomach awoke and did a slow, gelid, sickening flip as it kick-started back into life, and Tom winced as he quickly lifted his left hand to cover the temptation to belch. He turned the sudden activity into reaching for the jug again and carefully helped himself to a refill.

“How are you recovering, Tom?” Wilhelm asked.

“Fine,” he said. “What about Burroughs?”

“We should’ve released him already,” Carlotta said.

Wilhelm nodded, thrust back into his annoyance.

“Maybe so,” he said. “Now our hand’s been forced, we can’t afford to.”

“What?”

“Chief Ortega agrees,” Wilhelm said. “If we give into the Brotherhood’s demands, we’ll never be able to bring these supremacists to heel.”

“You think you’re going to . . . bring them to heel?”

Tom made a face like the words themselves were distasteful, but the councilors chastened their replies for the sake of the housekeeping staff, and Tom was happily forced to ease back into his chair as the two older women served fried fish, a salad of roast vegetables seasoned with salt and lemon, steamed asparagus, and field mushrooms. There was butter for the bread and a bottle of wine unopened on the table. Tom methodically ploughed into the meal at a pace

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