asked Bronson. “Sand storm,” Letitia answered scornfully. “Duh.” Jason pressed his ear to the door. “Let’s open it.” He and Bronson lifted the steel bars and laid them aside. The door opened, revealing the street, a street neither man recognized. The Stryker had vanished. The compound across from them was gone, replaced by tightly packed two story cement houses. Electrical wires hung over the street between wooden pylons. “What is it?” Deirdre joined them in the doorway. “Oh…” “People!” Bronson closed the door, barring it again. “I didn’t see anybody.” “I did, Jay.” “Something isn’t right.” Deirdre frowned down at her watch. “What is it?” asked Letitia. “What did you see out there?” “The Stryker gone. Where the fuck’d it go, Jay?” “I don’t know.” “Them houses, Jay. Those weren’t the same houses as before.” “Bronson: we gotta stay calm here, right?” “Yeah, okay.” “Come with me.” “Where are you going?” Letitia narrowed her eyes.
