Ascendant Saga Collection: Sci-Fi Fantasy Techno Thriller by Brandon Ellis (best novels to read in english .txt) 📗

Drew chimed in. “What I’m assuming, and what I accidently came upon during my investigations, is that much of the government fears a global warming catastrophe. Apparently, after global warming spikes and after the water rises significantly, we immediately and suddenly fall into an Ice Age. The Earth’s water to land ratio changes so abruptly, the moon’s gravitational pull on the Earth’s rising oceans tilts the Earth in a way that spins us directly into an ice age.” He gesticulated with his hands, excited to talk about his Uncle Jaxx’s research. He dug pretty deep after reading Jaxx’s Ph.D. The stuff was fascinating. “This apparently is cyclical and has happened over eight times in the last million years. Let’s just say Earth is used to it. I’ve heard my uncle Jaxx say this before, but now I know the meaning…it’s all about gravity.”

“Yes,” responded Andrea. “And with that comes earth changes you won’t believe. Even though there are safe places in the United States, we are still going underground during the first few years of the polar shift.”

Megan moved in her seat. “Hold on. You didn’t answer my question. How did you find Drew at this specific location?”

“Let’s go,” said one of the body guards. He held up his wrist and put a finger on his watch. “We don’t have much time.”

Andrea stood. “Understood.” She held out her hand for Drew to take it. “If you want to bring your friend here, you can.”

“I have a request,” he said.

“No more talking, Andrea.” The other guard stepped forward. “We have to move.”

“We have a little more time. Don’t worry about that,” she told the guard. She gathered herself and folded her hands in front of her. She leaned in toward Drew. “Yes?”

“Before I go with you, take the rest of the people in the city and evacuate them to a safe place.” He glanced up. “I don’t know if you haven’t noticed, but we’re being bombarded by big-ass ships. Please take the people of Whitefish to a safe place.” Most of all, he was thinking of Mya.

“That’s the plan.” Andrea reached into her coat and pulled out a picture. The picture was old and Drew could tell it was taken from a camera back in the nineties before cell phones. She handed the picture to Drew.

Three people were in the picture, all hippies. One was a woman with blond hair, holding a baby. A man sat beside the woman. He was scruff, toned, and looked as uncomfortable in his clothing as he was uncomfortable with his long, bushy hair and beard. The guy stared at the camera like he wanted to rip it apart and throw it to the bottom of the sea.

A second woman stood next to the woman holding the baby. She was younger than the other two, perhaps ten years younger, and definitely in her teens. She had brown hair, much like Andrea’s and stared at the baby with love, care, and excitement. Drew could tell she wanted to hold the child.

“The woman holding the baby is Laura, your mom. The woman next to your mom is me. And the man next to your mom, is your dad. He was quite a bit older than your mom, at least by ten years. His name was Colonel Slade Roberson—”

Of all names, Drew didn’t want to hear Slade. “I know my dad’s name. He—”

Megan gasped. “The guy who took all the politicians off planet?”

Drew nodded.

Megan rested her elbows on the table. “I don’t know if I should thank your dad or shoot the prick.”

Andrea straightened her lips. “Shall we get going?”

Drew remained seated, hesitating…thinking. “No. We need Mya. I’m not leaving without her. I have to find her and her dad. Then we can get going.”

A guard leaned his hip against the bar. “We know where she is. We’ll get her on our way to our transport.”

Drew and Megan looked at each other, then gave a sideways glance to Andrea. He didn’t want to say it out loud, but he sure as hell hoped Megan had heard the gorilla in a uniform use the word “transport.” They weren’t being escorted from Whitefish, they were being abducted.

Andrea immediately noticed her guard’s mistake and back peddled, her eyebrows raised. “Mya’s safe. You’re all going to be safe. Just do as I say. Follow me and you’ll be…”

“Safe. Yeah, I heard. Strange how the more you say it the less I believe you.” Drew’s antennae were all on high alert. Something wasn’t right.

Megan lifted her rifle and pointed it at Andrea. Drew pushed off the table, standing, and backing away from Andrea and her guards.

Andrea put her arms up. “Drew, we don’t want any trouble.”

Megan slowly moved to her right, making her way toward the steps that went down to the basement. “Drew, follow me and get that weird phaser gun you left down in the basement. And wake Carl. Kick him if you have to.” She inched closer to the steps. “I’ll wait up here and I ain’t moving my sights from the doctor here.” She glanced at one of the guards. “You hear that? If you shoot, this Andrea bitch gets it.”

Drew cautiously made his way toward the stairs, eyeing Andrea the entire way. “Tell me, who are you really?”

Andrea dropped her hands by her side. “Your friend here will die if you do not come with us.” She snapped her fingers a few times and the guards unholstered their odd-looking guns and targeted Megan’s head.

Megan moved her finger closer to the trigger and closed one eye, aiming at Andrea’s chest. “Do it, bitch.”

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The room was empty, filled with darkness, or was that just Jaxx’s mind playing tricks on him? The last and only time he felt like this was when he had a bad LSD trip.

He held onto the sides of his head and crouched on the floor. The electric energy bars