Chapter 183

Jake's expression suddenly turned angry. "It's the damn Ruskies! They're sending drone clouds over here to... to..."

"Zap our wheat?" Sam asked, suppressing his grin.

"Yes! Zap our--" Jake caught the amusement in Sam's eyes. "Fuck you! What's your idea then?"

"Ain't got one yet. I need more information. Help me look for the controller. It should have fallen in the same place as this shiny stuff or close by."

The two men carefully inspected the ground. Sam paused to use a broken wheat stalk to poke several foil strips into one compartment of his plastic lunch container. The foil was so thin, he was afraid touching them with his fingers might tear it. The box protected it well enough, and he slipped it back into the lunch bag.

"Sam! I found something!" Jake yelled out.

Sam hustled over to Jake's side to see what he was looking at. Hanging on some bent over wheat stalks was a thin mesh of fine gold threads roughly two-foot square. At each thread intersection was a flat, oval translucent
Continue to read this book on the App

Related Chapters

Latest Chapter