Chapter 42A breeze swept up off the ocean, rippling the tall shore grass all along the coastal terrace. There, where the white sandstone bluffs fell to crashing waves, above the hidden cove, two heads emerged from the dancing reeds.
Lifting his eyes from the glowing hands of his military watch, Emil looked at Ramzan. “We go now, Brother.”
Ramzan nodded an affirmative; his eyes burning with readiness. He motioned Emil to lead, which Emil did.
Beneath the weight of their heavy packs, they ran along the edge of the rocky cliffs, following south toward the illuminated power plant. Staying low, backlit only by the shimmering lights, they moved as cat-like creatures, skirting along the very lip of the terrace. Through the Bone Yard they jogged, not even knowing of its existence, past the whit
