Only six vials of the vaccine remain outside government control, and two unlikely heroes discover it: a neurotic shut-in who is afraid of dust bunnies, and a brilliant but unstable girl who could save the world - or destroy it. As they escape across a pillaged and polluted America, they're pursued by a Federal assassin, a man who can only live if they die.
War, love, and redemption weave together in the epic conclusion to The Continental Divide, as the revolution rises at last, the nation is riven by uprisings from coast to coast, and the land trembles as the rebels battle the remnants of the federal government for the independence of the California Republic.
From The Year of Endings:
They tested their signals with the LA office and were
ready to go when their live slot came up. Tiara tapped on her microphone and
looked into the lens. “For those of you expecting the season premiere of
Fight for Your Life, we’re
experiencing technical difficulties that we’ll iron out soon. But we won’t
leave you hanging – instead, we’ll show you history being made! This is
Tiara King, and if you can’t recognize my face, it’s because I’m wearing a
bio-chemical suit that protects me from the billions of deadly viruses
swarming around me. We’re broadcasting live from Sparks, Nevada, just
outside Reno, at the old Hughes National Airport.
“At last, the moment all Californians have been waiting
for has arrived! The National Guard is administering the first shots of
life-saving Recombin to the displaced persons camping here. A crack team of
dedicated Activity scientists has been working around the clock to reproduce
the Recombin that Krista Warner brought into California last week. Today, a
quarter million doses were delivered to Reno, and mass vaccinations are
already underway.
“And more is being made in a super-secret facility
nobody will even acknowledge exists. But lifesaving Recombin pours out of
this mysterious laboratory, and starting tomorrow, it’ll be available inside
California.
“We’ll show you everything tonight at 10 PM Pacific
when we air Yearning to Breathe Free,
a documentary on the deliverance of California from the scourge of Neovirus
ravaging the States. For the next half hour, though, we’ll interview the
people who were instrumental in delivering salvation.” Krista walked out of
the baggage claim, and Tiara pulled her over by the arm. “And here’s Krista
Warner now. Krista, how do you feel on this momentous day in humankind’s
history?”
“I’m sweating like a pig, I’ve got to pee like a
racehorse, and I’m going to chew my own tongue off if I don’t have a smoke.
I wanna get out of this feckin body condom in the worst way.”
“Ha, ha,” Tiara said. “Folks, Krista didn’t sleep well
last night, and we’ve all been under a lot of stress today. Saving the
world’s a tiring job!”
“I slept fine, Tia. Now could we do this later and
splice it in? If I don’t have a squat soon, I’ll be filling these boots up
to my ankles. I’ve got enough potty issues –”
“We can’t do it later because we’re on a live feed
right now, Krista. A live feed
where we can’t edit out your offbeat sense of humor. The network hub
crashed, and we’re filling in for
Fight for Your Life.”
“Oh.” Krista glanced at Timmie, who nodded. “Right,
this momentous day. It feels like…whoa, we’re live?” She scanned the sky
quickly for missiles and then grabbed Timmie’s shirt. “You weren’t supposed
to broadcast till we were gone! Are you kidding me?”
“We got a live slot,” Tiara said. “We thought we’d
interview the key players…where are you going? Folks, Krista is running to
the Humvees that brought us here, probably on another top-secret mission of
mercy or some daring Activist operation. Let’s go find out!” She and Timmie
ran to the first jeep, where Krista sat in the driver’s seat trying to
figure out how to start it. “What mission is the Anarchista on now? Where
are you going?”
“Anywhere but here.” She climbed out and searched the
sky again. Finding nothing there, she jumped back into the driver’s seat.
The car still wouldn’t start, and she tore off her mask and threw it into
the street. “Now push off, all right? You’ve done enough damage.”
“It must be someplace important,” Tiara said. She ran
around the Humvee, and she and Timmie jumped in. “We’ll go with you.”
The jeep started and she slipped it into gear. “Get
out, Tia.”
“No, we’ll come with you and uncover your mysterious
mission along with our viewing audience.”
“Idiot.” Krista punched the gas, and the Humvee roared
down the road. “Okay, fine, you know what? You deserve it. You banjaxed this
whole bloody thing.” She glanced into the backseat, where Timmie was
focusing the camera on her face. “Turn that damn thing off!”
“We’re on a live feed, and I’m sure our viewers –”
Tiara said.
“Don’t worry about that. Your feed won’t be live in
another five minutes.”
“What do you mean?” Tiara asked.
Krista peered through her window. “That’s when the
missiles will blow us all to kingdom come.”
“Missiles arise on columns of fire and shrug off
Earth’s surly embrace…wait, the missiles are coming at
us?”
“Welcome to No-Crapistan, sister.” She reached for the
camera, but Timmie pulled it back. “And they’ll know exactly where to go
because Timmie’s broadcasting this live. Brilliant, isn’t it?” She spotted
an exit for the Interstate and yanked the wheel. “You’re going to get us
killed!”
“Oh, you’ll get us out of it,” Timmie said. “You always
cheat the Reaper.”
She lunged into the backseat again but couldn’t get a
grip on the camera. “Not if you keep broadcasting, I won’t! Jaysus, couldja
at least make it hard for Popo?”
“Don’t worry, it won’t be hard to find us.” Timmie
pointed through the windshield. “How many Humvees are going the wrong way on
Route 80?”
Krista whipped around and looked at the road ahead.
“Oh, crap.”
“Give that girl a cee-gar!” Raphael said. “Vark, how
long till we’re in firing range?”
“The first Talon will be in range in four minutes, the
second in nine minutes. Blackwing is over target now.”
“And Foxtrot Flight?”
“We could only get three helos in the air, but each has
eight Collaterals. They’re over eastern Nevada now. They’ll be wheels-down
in twenty-five to thirty minutes if the winds hold.”
“Good job, Vark.” Raphael walked the edge of the podium
slowly, trying to devise a foolproof strategy. If he killed or captured
Warner on live TV, it would prove how effective the NSF had become under his
leadership.
He clapped his hands twice. “Listen up, people. It’s
critical to all of us that this operation succeeds. We’re in a time of
change. If we want to keep our jobs, we have to show we’re important to the
new administration. Redacting a known felon on the run – on a live national
feed – is the best way to make a splash. Let’s show America that the Sultan
still has some swat, folks. Hold nothing back and err on the side of mission
success.”
He watched the Humvee roar toward California. Warner
was still a half hour from the safety of the Boreal Ridge camp, and he had
more than enough air assets to take her out, but he was still anxious.
“First Talon in range. All missiles armed,” Vark called
out.
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