The Savage Horde

Chapter 55

John Rourke squinted across the water—the submarine-' was already pulling out to deeper water, then would dive to resurface near the original site of the battle with the wildmen. To draw them off, he and Gunderson hoped.

Rourke reached under his brown leather bomber jacket, took the dark lensed aviator style sunglasses and put them on.

He chewed down on the stump of cigar in his mouth.

It was Cole. "You ready, Doctor Rourke?"

Natalia—her eyes so incredibly blue, her skin more pale than it was always. She looked at him, and so did Rubenstein. Rourke looking past them at Cole, answered, "Yeah."

Rourke reached down to the gravel beside his feet, snatching up the Lowe Alpine Loco Pack. He shifted it onto his shoulders, reaching under his bomber jacket and rearranging the straps from the shoulder rig.

"I take it due north a ways," Cole called out.

Rourke looked at Cole, then started to walk, Natalia and Rubenstein flanking him.

Her pack was light, but he knew that soon he or Paul would wind up carrying it.

"Due north?" Cole called again.

Rourke kept walking, through his teeth, the word barely audible, "Yeah."