Sanctuary (Nomad Book 2) by Mather Matthew

Author:Mather, Matthew [Mather, Matthew]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: disaster, black hole, cyber, post-apocalyptic, conspiracy, atopia, action, thriller, adventure
Publisher: Matthew Mather ULC
Published: 2016-02-19T18:30:00+00:00

Ain Salah clicked off the shortwave radio. He stood and rolled up his shirtsleeves, then wiped one hand across his chin. Could this be true? What this woman told him? How could he be sure that she was whom she said? But then, who would lie about something like that?

He paced back and forth in the communications room, a small concrete bunker with metal shelves overflowing with stacks of notepads and dust-coated, aged electronics.

What difference could it make if what she was saying was true?

A squall of rain hammered against the window. A stream of people slogged along a road of mud outside, through a gap in a chain link fence topped with barbed wire. The Sahara desert. The word literally meant desert in Arabic. So it was the desert desert.

But it was a desert no longer.

Massive lakes were already forming in the basins, and not the salty oases that dotted the Sahara before, but deep, fresh water reservoirs. Water. Too much water, it felt like. The rain stopped for a moment, and a break in the scudding clouds revealed a fat orange sun, a reddish glob behind a waxy sky. He watched the tired and filthy procession along the road, their backs bent, carrying what possessions they could. Refugees.

As a Coptic Christian who grew up in Cairo, he knew something of oppression, of living in fear. Not that long ago, it was refugees from here, from the south and east, that had swarmed into Europe and the West. Now the tide had reversed horribly. Those who survived the terror in the north and braved the freezing water of the Mediterranean had landed on these shores and wound their way through the soaking sands. Beside the stream of refugees was a truck, a khaki tarp spread over a metal frame with a gold-and-green African Union insignia on its door.

Ain Salah stopped pacing and stood still. “Mustafa,” he yelled.

Shuffling in the next room. The metal door creaked open an inch. A young man appeared, the scraggly beginnings of a beard clinging to his cheeks.

“Get me General Ugava.”

“Now?”

Was it worth the risk? It wasn’t Ain Salah’s decision. “Why else would I ask?”

“Sorry, I am sorry, Ain Salah. Of course.” Mustafa’s head disappeared back through the door.

Beyond the barbed wire, rows of metal holding tanks of the refineries loomed through the mist. They had precious little food, but oil, they had a lot of oil. That made this place strategically important. The pipelines were burst, so there was no way to get the oil out, not for now.

But he was sure oil would remain important in this new world. As would this information the young woman told him.

Past the rows of metal tanks, he could just make out the airfield. An Otter had arrived from the north, it’s pilot in debrief right now with the General. Perhaps this was to be a lucky day for Miss Jessica Rollins.

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