CHAPTER 21

The lead truck bounced on the rough road, but the two men in back were barely jostled.  They sat with their backs to the cab, eyes lowered and hooded.  They had laid the body wrapped in the tarp with great care into the bed, then climbed in with a somber silence.  Everyone, it seemed, was trapped inside their own head during the drive out of the mountains; none more than Jack.

Argentina?  Thirteen told him the original Zzkritti base had been there, but he couldn’t imagine the sheer stupidity of the other faction remaining after their split.  Maybe they had imagination itself engineered out of their DNA.  It was clear their technology had stagnated; Thirteen said the design of the device he carried hadn’t changed in over a mi...

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