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Authors: Eric S Brown
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hallway outside.
“Sorry, bro,” Brad said, “hooking up with your squad is going to have to wait. Commander Weger wants to see you in the war room A.S.A.P.”
Greg followed him through The Bunker to a large room with a huge table in its center and a wall covered in view screens. Commander Weger , along with an attractive brunette in her thirties and a man who radiated an enthusiasm for lethality, waited.
“So glad you could join us,” the commander said with a trace of sarcasm.
Greg felt himself turning red. “Uh . . . thank you, sir.”
He gestured to the woman. “This is Dr. Bree Langley, the head of our scientific and civilian staff.”
Greg noticed the commander didn’t introduce the man with her, but could sense the tension between the commander and the strange man. Weger gestured for him to take a seat at the table next to Brad. When he did, only Weger remained standing.
“Something is happening topside,” Commander Weger began. “The beasts are amassing a huge force. It’s my belief that they have cleared the entire south of any surviving human outposts other than our own.” He turned to Greg. “Can you confirm this for me?”
“Sir, I . . . I didn’t even know there were outposts until your . . . whatever it was . . . saved me and brought me here. Up until last week, my wife and I were completely alone and just trying to survive from one day to the next.” He held back the tears at his wife’s memory.
The man beside Dr. Langley spoke up. “I’ve spent the last fifteen years taking the war to the beasts. I think . . .”
Weger whirled on the man. “Mr. Morgan, when I want your input, I will ask for it.”
Bree leaned forward over the table. “Carl, if Wally has something to contribute, you should listen to him.”
Greg was growing more uncomfortable with each passing second. Power games and politics were something he had thought he would never have to deal with again. He watched as Commander Weger shrugged, passing over the floor to Mr. Morgan.
“For those who don’t me yet, you can call me Wally. I believe your assessment of the topside situation is correct, Commander. New Denver was the last standing human city within a hundred-and-fifty-mile radius of this base. I know for a fact it recently came under attack from a band of nomadic marauders with old world military vehicles and weaponry. If things went badly for the city and they broke through its defenses, picking off those who were left in the aftermath of that battle would have been easy for the beasts. With the ever-decreasing numbers of the dead, this base would become the only real threat to their dominance. If they’re amassing, you can bet they are getting ready to come here in force.”
“Not that it will do them any good,” Bree hastily added. “This base is completely underground with only three entrances, each of which is not only camouflaged but sealed by titanium doors.”
Greg wanted to believe her about them all being safe, but his gut told him otherwise. There was something in her voice that made it sound like she was trying to reassure herself as much as those around her.
Wally shook his head. “Don’t underestimate them. They are a lot smarter than most folks believe they are.” He paused, giving Weger a look of warning. “How many are we talking about when you say they are gathering a huge force?”
“Best guess, based on the last recon report,” the commander answered, “upwards of a thousand.”
Wally whistled as Greg saw Bree and Brad shudder. Greg focused on trying not to let his concern show as he thought about the number Weger had just admitted to.
“That would mean they outnumber us over three to one,” Brad said, his voice quiet and his eyes wide.
Commander Weger took control of the discussion again. “Our best course of action is to meet them head-on before they reach The Bunker. We need to break them before we find ourselves fighting a last stand on their terms. If they were to
“Sorry, bro,” Brad said, “hooking up with your squad is going to have to wait. Commander Weger wants to see you in the war room A.S.A.P.”
Greg followed him through The Bunker to a large room with a huge table in its center and a wall covered in view screens. Commander Weger , along with an attractive brunette in her thirties and a man who radiated an enthusiasm for lethality, waited.
“So glad you could join us,” the commander said with a trace of sarcasm.
Greg felt himself turning red. “Uh . . . thank you, sir.”
He gestured to the woman. “This is Dr. Bree Langley, the head of our scientific and civilian staff.”
Greg noticed the commander didn’t introduce the man with her, but could sense the tension between the commander and the strange man. Weger gestured for him to take a seat at the table next to Brad. When he did, only Weger remained standing.
“Something is happening topside,” Commander Weger began. “The beasts are amassing a huge force. It’s my belief that they have cleared the entire south of any surviving human outposts other than our own.” He turned to Greg. “Can you confirm this for me?”
“Sir, I . . . I didn’t even know there were outposts until your . . . whatever it was . . . saved me and brought me here. Up until last week, my wife and I were completely alone and just trying to survive from one day to the next.” He held back the tears at his wife’s memory.
The man beside Dr. Langley spoke up. “I’ve spent the last fifteen years taking the war to the beasts. I think . . .”
Weger whirled on the man. “Mr. Morgan, when I want your input, I will ask for it.”
Bree leaned forward over the table. “Carl, if Wally has something to contribute, you should listen to him.”
Greg was growing more uncomfortable with each passing second. Power games and politics were something he had thought he would never have to deal with again. He watched as Commander Weger shrugged, passing over the floor to Mr. Morgan.
“For those who don’t me yet, you can call me Wally. I believe your assessment of the topside situation is correct, Commander. New Denver was the last standing human city within a hundred-and-fifty-mile radius of this base. I know for a fact it recently came under attack from a band of nomadic marauders with old world military vehicles and weaponry. If things went badly for the city and they broke through its defenses, picking off those who were left in the aftermath of that battle would have been easy for the beasts. With the ever-decreasing numbers of the dead, this base would become the only real threat to their dominance. If they’re amassing, you can bet they are getting ready to come here in force.”
“Not that it will do them any good,” Bree hastily added. “This base is completely underground with only three entrances, each of which is not only camouflaged but sealed by titanium doors.”
Greg wanted to believe her about them all being safe, but his gut told him otherwise. There was something in her voice that made it sound like she was trying to reassure herself as much as those around her.
Wally shook his head. “Don’t underestimate them. They are a lot smarter than most folks believe they are.” He paused, giving Weger a look of warning. “How many are we talking about when you say they are gathering a huge force?”
“Best guess, based on the last recon report,” the commander answered, “upwards of a thousand.”
Wally whistled as Greg saw Bree and Brad shudder. Greg focused on trying not to let his concern show as he thought about the number Weger had just admitted to.
“That would mean they outnumber us over three to one,” Brad said, his voice quiet and his eyes wide.
Commander Weger took control of the discussion again. “Our best course of action is to meet them head-on before they reach The Bunker. We need to break them before we find ourselves fighting a last stand on their terms. If they were to
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