The Methuselah Project by Barry Rick

Author:Barry, Rick [Barry, Rick]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
ISBN: 9780825464645
Publisher: Kregel Publications
Published: 2015-09-27T07:00:00+00:00

Gerhard arrived with breakfast—if dark bread and water qualified as a meal.

“Punishment rations?”

“Hans’s orders. Behave yourself. His anger will subside. You have no idea what a predicament your antics put him in.”

Roger ran a finger along one of the steel bars separating the two men. “Considering the pickle Hans has kept me in for so long, excuse me if I don’t shed any tears.”

A faint smile that may have been admiration graced the scientist’s lips. “American humor. Like rubber. So resilient, even after so long.”

“If I have a choice between laughing or crying, yeah, I choose laughing.”

Without another word, Gerhard exited the bunker.

Lunch, the meal normally brought by Hans, didn’t arrive at all that day. But just before the wall clock reached five o’clock, Roger heard the metal door opening. He leaped to his feet when Sophie strolled in balancing a supper tray. The door clanged shut behind her.

“Thank God. I thought they arrested you or something.”

“No. I believe they suspect nothing about me. The overseers for Methuselah blame you—and Hans—for what happened.” She slid the tray through its opening, then hurried back to the door and cracked it for a furtive peek up the stairs. “I can stay only a moment. Hans is waiting for me to report on your attitude.”

“Hans can drop dead, for all I care.”

“That’s how I feel, but he’s still my supervisor. One disrespectful word from me, and he can banish me from Methuselah.”

“Sophie, I’m sorry I got you involved. We shouldn’t have done anything that might endanger you.”

“Don’t be sorry. We just got impatient, made mistakes. Next time, we’ll be more careful.”

Roger couldn’t hold back the grin that sprang to his face. “Next time? You don’t intimidate easily, do you?”

“I might not be a fighter pilot, Captain Greene, but when I set my sights on a target, I keep shooting until I get what I want.”

His grin grew wider. “Girl, you’re talking my language. All right, hurry upstairs and tell Hans I’m down here pouting and looking all meek and deflated. That’s probably what he wants to hear.”

She winked. “That’s the spirit. Soon I’ll tell you about a new escape plan I’m developing.”

“Another plan? Already? Hey, I’m all ears.”

“Not now.” With that, Sophie disappeared.

His spirits restored, Roger settled into the armchair with the supper tray on his lap. “Thank You, God, for a friend who doesn’t give up.”

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