The Savage Horde

Chapter 50

Nehemiah Rozhdestvenskiy ordered the driver of the electric car to stop, then stepped out.

Its vastness amazed him.

The Womb.

Everywhere, men moved machinery and equipment, weapons, ammunition, food stores.

At the far end of the long, high-vaulted rock chamber he witnessed the coffm-shaped crates being transported one at a time because of their fragility on yellow, Hyster forklifts. There would be eventually two thousand of these, if time permitted. The first one hundred were already being unpacked, connected to monitoring equipment, being tested for functional reliability.

What they carried meant everything.

The rumble of electric generators being transferred on propane fueled trucks made an echoing sound.

"Comrade colonel—"

He looked at his driver.

"The future—it is here," he told the man. He told the polished stone of the walls—he told himself.

The Womb—he smiled as he thought of it. The most important strategic intelligence operation in the history of mankind—and at least for once, the code name was apt.

The Womb.

"Yes—drive on." He sat down, closing his eyes as the electric car took him ahead.