Nevada Novels & Stories

“And what’s my incentive, Kane? You’re not exactly giving me freedom here.” “Your incentive,” Damian growled, “is that Bancroft doesn’t get his hands on that weapon. If he does, you’ll be the first person he hunts down.” Drake swallowed hard but didn’t argue further. “Let’s move,” Damian ordered. The drive to Nevada was long and uneventful, the team’s SUV cutting through the desolate desert landscape under a blazing sun. Sage sat in the back, her thoughts swirling as she watched the scenery blur past. “Penny for your thoughts?” Damian asked, breaking the silence.

“Neither have you.” He smirked. “Touché.” Kessler walked in, holding a mug of something vaguely caffeinated and definitely burnt. “I’ve narrowed Caldera’s last supply shipment to three villages—only one matches Sovren’s usual perimeter habits. Heavy drone interference. Weak signals in and out. Rural, isolated, and with three disappearing civilians in the last month. That’s our needle.” He slapped a pin on the board. Eden followed the name: Las Nieblas, a ghost town tucked into the southern spine of Spain. Population: 126. Known for its scorched, volcanic hills and a faded monastery that stood like a spine cracked open.

¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤ Thankfully, Reagan drove her car to the cabin so we gassed up the car and we were off to Vegas, thankfully we didn't stay too far away, the drive took us a total of about four hours. I understand why some people refer to this place as the city that never sleeps, I mean it's about eleven at night when we arrive and it looks like the city is just starting to get into the groove if you know what I mean. “Where are we going to find a chapel?” Reagan asks me. “I'm sure there's one around here, I mean apart from the gambling, shot gun weddings is what this place is known for.” I tell her. “Yeah.” She says as she looks out the window.

I wondered if she knew either of them but the look of distress on her face and the way she clutched my arm tells me she does. “Reeva’s missing?” she almost whispered the question. “Shit. How long?” “About three weeks” I say cringing because we know how bad it is that it’s taken this long to come to our attention. “She’s Leo’s cousin” Nova says with unshed tears in her eyes. “he is really close to her and we were friends when I was a child” “Wait” says Peter looking puzzled. “If she is cousin to the pack Alpha, was she from a good household?”

A far-fetched plan but a plan nonetheless. It may take days to reach Nevada and even then where would we look? Zane wasn’t very enthusiastic about making a many day trip across the country so he asked: “Where would we go in Nevada?" “Area 51.” Bellman said gruffly. “Where’s that?” Daniels asked. “It’s based in the middle of the desert of Nevada, if any answers are lying around it’s there.” “Good idea.” Richards mused. “Well it wouldn’t just be abandoned!” Carl said, looking nervous.

His smile didn't fade and he practically vibrated with excitement. “Very cool,” I told him. I loved that he looked excited. “Isn't Navia known for some cool new technologies?” I didn't know much about the country. Just that it was located somewhere near Sweden and everyone wore cool sweaters. Freddie nodded. “And since Paradisa has the largest known lithium mine, it could be a very profitable agreement. For both countries. It could be an amazing alliance.”

Nash pointed out. “This is true, but we have no idea which way they went. Obsidian tracked them to the top corner of Arizona which borders both Nevada and Southern California. He lost their scents there so they could be in either state. Let's head back to the pack to see what the others have to say about this.” I told them. I could see that Devon was annoyed with the whole group chat. I knew he was going to be even more annoyed when we got back to the pack. I am not sure what my sisters were up to but whatever it is will be interesting.

I am in way over my head. The words echoed through her mind as she navigated her Geo Prism through the streets of Palo Verde. Like most small towns, what little traffic there was in Palo Verde what is confined to Main Street, which snaked through the center of town parallel to the river and the old train tracks. Nestled against the foothills of the Sierra Nevada Mountains, Palo Verde was just far enough east of Sacramento that few people commuted from one to the other, though she had during her marriage to Mike, since he’d wanted to live in Sacramento and she’d taking a job at the middle school here in town.

“So you have something to say?” “Nevada Inc just sent an email. They want us to be their sole marketer and consultant!” She screamed. “Nervada?” I tried to jiggle my memory. “Wait! Nevada!” I remembered. It was a startup, quite alright, but they were really big. And already had branches in over twenty countries. “For their branch here in Mount Leigh?” I asked her. It was gonna be such a big deal managing a big company like that. From the little digging Freda and I did, we discovered that they were going into a lot of things. They had a real estate arm, dealt with high steel and aluminum, and a host of other stuff.

The border was marked by nothing more than a series of obsidian-colored monoliths, but to the nervous system, it was a cliff. Elias and Sarah Miller, along with their seven-year-old daughter, Mia, stood at the edge of the "Graft-Line" in the high desert of eastern Nevada. Behind them, the air was a soft, shimmering violet, thick with the scent of ozone and crushed herbs—the "Resonance" of the Sombra-Net. Ahead, the air was dry, dusty, and stubbornly clear.