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Thirty Days To Doomsday:My Cheating Ex Begs At My Vault Door chapter thirty three
POV: OdalysNobody slept that night. By four, the column in the east field had thinned into the dark, and Thaddeus had spent an hour on the radio trying to raise the quarry without an answer. That meant their radio was down, or the herd had reached them, or Brigid had stopped answering for reasons none of us wanted to name. We had already lost two hours arguing about whether to go, and every hour cost fuel and daylight we could not spare. By six, Ilsabet had spread the ledger across the long table, and was writing in her neat slanting hand the column that frightened me more than any of the others. Diesel. Grain. Antibiotics. Days."We can't afford to chase every rumor," she said, tapping it. "I want that said plainly. Every trip costs fuel, and every hour outside costs risk. If we go to the quarry, we go because Brigid is in that herd's path and there is no other way to warn her. We go once. We trade while we're there. And we ask what she knows about Aldergate. That's all."Then she
Thirty Days To Doomsday:My Cheating Ex Begs At My Vault Door chapter thirty two
POV: OdalysIt took Rhydian and Thaddeus two days to build the lie.They worked in the radio room with the door open and a thermos of chicory between them, hunched over the dismantled handset like surgeons over a patient. The tracker itself was a small, ugly thing, a black disc no bigger than a coin, but the trouble was not the disc. It was what it said. According to Rhydian, it sent out a coded ping every ninety seconds, a short burst of data that carried a location and nothing more. Anyone listening on the right frequency would know exactly where the thing was sitting."The trick," he said, on the first evening, "is that it doesn't know where it is. It only knows what a satellite tells it. And a satellite can be fooled, if you're patient and you've got a good soldering iron.""That sounds illegal," said Thaddeus."It's a tool of war, Mr. Brandt.""It sounds a lot like fixing a coffee machine.""That's all war is," said Rhydian, with a perfectly straight face. "Fixing coffee machines
Thirty Days To Doomsday:My Cheating Ex Begs At My Vault Door Chapter thirty one
POV: Odalys"Ferran," I said. "Put it down."He did not. The pistol stayed level, steady as a surveyor's rod, aimed at the center of Rhydian's chest. Across the table the sergeant had not moved a muscle since the speaker clicked off. His good hand lay flat on the wood, fingers spread, the way you hold a hand out to a dog you do not want to startle."I'm not going to shoot him," Ferran said. His voice was thick. "I want to be clear on that. I'm going to hold this exactly where it is until somebody explains to me how a man who has never spoken to the voice on the radio managed to do exactly what the voice asked.""I can't explain it," said Rhydian."Try.""I can't. I walked up your ramp because I'd been walking for six days. I stripped because you asked. I told you about the radio because it was the truth. Every single thing I've done, I did because it was the next sensible thing." He swallowed. "If he wanted me to do it, he knew what I'd do before I did. And I don't know what to do wit
Thirty Days To Doomsday:My Cheating Ex Begs At My Vault Door Chapter thirty
POV: OdalysWe got home at dusk.I do not remember most of the drive. I remember Thaddeus gripping the wheel with both hands, and Rhydian holding the rifle across his knees in a silence so intense it seemed to hum, and my own head lolling against the cold glass of the window. I remember the taste of blood in my mouth. I remember the long, dim, rocking road, and the smell of diesel, and the way the light turned from gold to rust to ash as the sun went down.Ferran met us at the escape hatch with a lantern and a face like thunder. He took one look at me, grabbed me by the shoulders, and said, in a voice very unlike himself, "Sit down. Right now. Before you fall over."I sat. I leaned against the cold stone of the tunnel wall with my knees pulled up and watched him check my pulse, my pupils, my fingers. His hands were gentle and rough at once, the hands of a man who has not decided whether to scold or weep."You pulled forty drums," he said."Yes.""In one go.""In four.""That's not wha
Thirty Days To Doomsday:My Cheating Ex Begs At My Vault Door Chapter twenty nine
POV: Odalys There was one second in which I could have run.It lasted about as long as it takes to lick a thumb and turn a page. I stood in the middle of the cracked asphalt, with Hadley's grin spreading across his face, and a dozen rifles rising slowly around me like reeds in a wind, and I felt, with perfect clarity, the whole shape of the trap I had walked into.It was not Hadley's trap. Hadley was a bully with a gold tooth who had been told what to say. It was someone else's, built weeks ago, with infinite patience. The barricade. The dead tanker. The locked pump house. All of it was designed so that I would arrive, and make my clever speech, and win my little victory, and be standing exactly here, at exactly this moment, with the key in my hand.Let her find it, the voice had said."Odalys." Rhydian's voice, low, at my shoulder. "On three, get down.""No," I said. "Wait."I lifted both hands, slowly, palms out, and stepped toward Hadley. "Mr. Hadley. You mentioned a gentleman.""
Thirty Days To Doomsday:My Cheating Ex Begs At My Vault Door Chapter twenty eight
POV: Odalys The man with the flag was smiling.That was the first thing I noticed, as Thaddeus eased the truck to a halt a hundred yards from the barricade. He was a thick, sandy, sunburned man in his forties, with a tan jacket and a bright orange vest, and he was holding a red-and-white traffic flag as casually as if he were directing cars at a county fair.Behind him, the six trucks had been drawn up broadside across both lanes, bumper to bumper. A dozen men lounged on their hoods and tailgates, rifles resting on their knees. Between the trucks and the depot gate, a hand-lettered sign had been nailed to a post. MILE NINE CO. TOLL ROAD. NO FREE RIDES."Toll road," Thaddeus said, in a hollow voice."Of course it is," said Rhydian."Stay in the truck," I said.Both men turned to look at me."I mean it. Let me talk first." I tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear. "If I'm wrong, you can shoot him. But I'd like to find out what he wants."I got out. It was a strange feeling, climbi
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