Jason Frost - Warlord 05 - Terminal Island - Plot & Excerpts
Fallows said. He pointed to the lone man wearing nothing but shorts and running shoes who was jogging along the beach. Keeping pace twenty feet behind the runner were four uniformed men carrying Colt Commando assault rifles. They were barefoot. The lone runner loped gracefully across the sand, barely touching the ground before launching ahead again. The men following him ran hard and heavy, their feet chewing up the sand like a giant tractor. “He will not like this,” Nhu said. Fallows gave Nhu a cold stare. “Who cares?” The three of them started down the sandy slope. Unlike northern San Diego, this part of the city had not been drowned under an encroaching ocean. Instead, the land had buckled slightly, like a blanket kicked down to the bottom of the bed, lifting it a little higher out of the water. The San Diego Bay used to separate the city from Coronado, the small island that held the U.S. Naval Air Station and the U.S. Navy Amphibious Base. But the quakes had hoisted Coronado, bumping the two land masses together.
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