The Last Stand (Book 3) (The Repentant Demon Trilogy) by Samantha Johns
Authors: Samantha Johns
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mountain people. They'll stand their ground against any rag-heads that might dare to step on their land. I can't see them running inside some mountain to hide.”
“That might not be a good thing,” said Cal. “not if there's a danger from radiation. Their guns and survival skills aren't going to protect them from cancer.”
“You might be right about that,” said Brady, thoughtfully. “So you think we can take on another six thousand visitors, Uma?”
“I'm feeling kind of glad they'll be at the government's door instead of ours,” she said. “At least these two cabins were built with nice basements. Those cracker-box buildings they're putting up by the lake don't look safe to me. Let those people go inside the mountain. I'll stay here.”
“Actually, they are fairly safe,” said Cal. “True, they don't have basements, but they're per-fabricated out of cement board and heavy lumber. From the outside, they appear to be a typical ranch-style house, but inside they have protective glass windows like those made for automobile windshields and they seal up tight. They don't have air filtration systems, but at least when they get back into their homes from the mountain facility they'll know they will be safe from radiation.”
“What if we're hit by bombs?” Brady asked next.
“The Patriot missiles should be able to shoot down anything coming by air,” explained Cal, “and they're located high up in the mountain from a vantage point where they can fire from any direction. ”
“There are two other set-ups like this one, in Colorado and Montana. The president, his cabinet, and members of Congress have a similar underground fortification in the east. But if that part of the country is completely devastated, who knows when they'll be able to come out, or where they'll go after that. Can you envision a country governed by people you may never again see in person? It's like science fiction. Our Supreme Master whom we only know from seeing his face on a video screen.”
“But what really concerns me,” Cal continued, “is all the people out there, the every day working people in Missouri and Alabama and Connecticut. All of those people who will have nowhere to run. They're all going to die. If the thirty targeted nuclear plants, excluding the three we will be able to stop, are successfully attacked, thirty hydrogen bombs will go off. These have been strategically chosen in order to destroy our infrastructure, causing maximum fatalities and untold horror. The experts estimate a loss of over three million lives and economic losses of over three trillion dollars. If 9-11 was bad, this is a thousand times worse. While we're busy recovering from theses attacks, they're going to strike Israel, then easily take over all of Europe with hardly a shot being fired. Europe is already sixty per cent Muslim. I wasn't supposed to talk about any of this, but I'm no Rick Foley.”
“So how did you end up in Wyoming?” asked Abigail, changing the subject as she noticed the stunned silence in the room. “And how did you meet Brady McFarland?” she said, addressing Uma.
“I worked in his restaurant after I got out of prison,” Uma answered, not wanting to hear any more about the coming war. “He was the only one who would give me a job. Said he liked my cooking… that's why he married me. I'm convinced he did it to get himself a free cook for the restaurant. So we had a little place on Cherokee Street called Brady's . Then, five years ago Brady inherited this place from his uncle. It was a dream come true for both of us. Of course, it wasn’t a vacation resort back then. We borrowed hundreds of thousands to make it what it is now.
“He had always loved rural life,” she continued. “When I met him, he had just recently arrived in Saint Louis to pursue his dream of owning his own restaurant, but he had
“That might not be a good thing,” said Cal. “not if there's a danger from radiation. Their guns and survival skills aren't going to protect them from cancer.”
“You might be right about that,” said Brady, thoughtfully. “So you think we can take on another six thousand visitors, Uma?”
“I'm feeling kind of glad they'll be at the government's door instead of ours,” she said. “At least these two cabins were built with nice basements. Those cracker-box buildings they're putting up by the lake don't look safe to me. Let those people go inside the mountain. I'll stay here.”
“Actually, they are fairly safe,” said Cal. “True, they don't have basements, but they're per-fabricated out of cement board and heavy lumber. From the outside, they appear to be a typical ranch-style house, but inside they have protective glass windows like those made for automobile windshields and they seal up tight. They don't have air filtration systems, but at least when they get back into their homes from the mountain facility they'll know they will be safe from radiation.”
“What if we're hit by bombs?” Brady asked next.
“The Patriot missiles should be able to shoot down anything coming by air,” explained Cal, “and they're located high up in the mountain from a vantage point where they can fire from any direction. ”
“There are two other set-ups like this one, in Colorado and Montana. The president, his cabinet, and members of Congress have a similar underground fortification in the east. But if that part of the country is completely devastated, who knows when they'll be able to come out, or where they'll go after that. Can you envision a country governed by people you may never again see in person? It's like science fiction. Our Supreme Master whom we only know from seeing his face on a video screen.”
“But what really concerns me,” Cal continued, “is all the people out there, the every day working people in Missouri and Alabama and Connecticut. All of those people who will have nowhere to run. They're all going to die. If the thirty targeted nuclear plants, excluding the three we will be able to stop, are successfully attacked, thirty hydrogen bombs will go off. These have been strategically chosen in order to destroy our infrastructure, causing maximum fatalities and untold horror. The experts estimate a loss of over three million lives and economic losses of over three trillion dollars. If 9-11 was bad, this is a thousand times worse. While we're busy recovering from theses attacks, they're going to strike Israel, then easily take over all of Europe with hardly a shot being fired. Europe is already sixty per cent Muslim. I wasn't supposed to talk about any of this, but I'm no Rick Foley.”
“So how did you end up in Wyoming?” asked Abigail, changing the subject as she noticed the stunned silence in the room. “And how did you meet Brady McFarland?” she said, addressing Uma.
“I worked in his restaurant after I got out of prison,” Uma answered, not wanting to hear any more about the coming war. “He was the only one who would give me a job. Said he liked my cooking… that's why he married me. I'm convinced he did it to get himself a free cook for the restaurant. So we had a little place on Cherokee Street called Brady's . Then, five years ago Brady inherited this place from his uncle. It was a dream come true for both of us. Of course, it wasn’t a vacation resort back then. We borrowed hundreds of thousands to make it what it is now.
“He had always loved rural life,” she continued. “When I met him, he had just recently arrived in Saint Louis to pursue his dream of owning his own restaurant, but he had
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