Doomsday Book three by Home

Author:Home
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Draft2Digital
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

After successfully heaving the wood platform over canyon side, we made our way back to the car and drove towards Horsewhip with the uniforms and other FESF valuables stuffed in the trunk. “Why are they are using the census workers as cover? Why even bother?” I asked as Matias drove once more.

“Gain trust quicker,” Matias surmised. “You can secure a lot of ground if no one creates a fuss. Villagers in Vietnam were like that too. Easier to deal with when you were nice. These guys,” Matias said, hiking his thumb behind himself, “They’re using a good program to their advantage. Once word gets out that these fake FESF men like your friend Nick are bad news, all hopes of a government revival will be diminished.”

“Because the government will get a bad rap.”

“Which they have already. In the eyes of many, they should have prevented the gas attack in the first place or risen quickly after. We haven’t heard word of any government intervention in years.” He paused and added, “They dropped the ball.”

Matias then took a small side road covered in dirt with small pine trees hugging the sides. It narrowed in places where branches would slide across the windows as we passed by. I assumed it was a short cut but he said, “A little detour.” About ten minutes later, Matias came to a stop on the edge of a ravine. We got out and walked to the outer lip.

On the opposite side of the ravine, a small hill sprung from the earth, the only one visible for miles. Below that was a large rock quarry with steep slopes and various shades of rock. While it wasn’t part of the Grand Canyon, it resembled it, just on a much smaller scale.

Matias said, “This is what your friend Nick wants and he won’t get it.”

“What am I looking at?”

“Red Owl Hill. Legend states that when our earliest ancestors came here, they saw an owl with shades of red on a tree atop that mountain. A red owl is extremely rare. The owl represents death and afterlife and our ancestors are buried not far from here,” he stated and pointed over a hillside. “But down there,” he said, lowering his finger to the quarry, “Lies the mine entrance. Gold, silver, phosphate, and everything else the chief mentioned. The phosphate was mined to be used for fertilizers and explosives.”

It looked like an old mining camp with a couple of aging and decrepit mobile homes, rusted carts, twisted tracks, and discarded piles of rock. Weeds and grass covered the ground of the abandoned site. Tire grooves were still in the soft dirt where trucks once hauled away the precious metals. Larger dirt roads led out on the other side and wound up and away around a small hill.

He continued. “As the Chief said, we had a deal with a local business years ago to mine for it but the chief kicked them out when he found out they were skimming and trying to mine other areas.

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