The assistant station-master gazed helplessly into the darkness outside. Even the powerful searchlights could not penetrate the snowstorm. The thermometer showed a freezing -88.6. It wasn’t the record -128.2, but given the wind speed, it meant certain death for anyone who had lost their way in the night. But would anyone travel the Antarctic? These irrelevant thoughts prompted the assistant station-master to turn on the security system’s audio. The seismic monitor detected someone’s measured steps in the cacophony of violent noises. The dimension controllers gave an affirming signal and the thermovision cameras zoomed in on the approaching subjects. The assistant station-master reached for the general alarm button but stopped. Biscuit crumbs tumbled out of his wide open mouth. A snow-covered, weary camel caravan was slowly approaching the station… The Temple walls were shaking violently. Massive statues fell from the gothic ceilings, finishing off the wounded and injuring the rest.
What do You think about The War (Play To Live: Book #6)?
