The Mayan Prophecy (Timeriders # 8) - Plot & Excerpts
His eyes blinked and watered at the light of the desk lamp sitting on a wooden crate beside him. ‘Yes, you must let your eyes adjust.’ He recognized the voice of the leader. ‘Are you thirsty? Some water?’ Adam nodded. His mouth was dry. He looked around as the rebel leader poured some water into a glass. They were in a tent. No, it looked more permanent than that – a wooden shack, with a canvas roof. In one corner a cot and a desk. Some wooden crates, a cheap radio, an old black-and-white TV, a battered filing cabinet. The man held the glass of water to Adam’s mouth. ‘You said you are British?’ Adam gulped it down. ‘Yes,’ he replied finally. ‘Good.’ The man smiled. ‘I like Britain very much.’ The leader’s thick beard parted and revealed a spread of tobacco-stained teeth. ‘As a young man I went to school there. Very good school. Very expensive. Winchester? You know of it?’ ‘I’ve heard of it.’ ‘You like football?’ Adam shrugged. ‘I love your football.
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