40130 Million Years Later - Horseshoe Bay, BermudaThe absence of bloodthirsty maniacs was making Simon nervous. As he and Horne ran along the beach, there was no sign of Mobai or Poppa Free or the soldiers.
There weren't many signs of life on this stretch of sand, in fact, at least nearby. Rock walls rose along the landside fringe of the shoreline, growing higher and steeper. A cluster of well-lit buildings beckoned on a distant cliff top--a beachfront resort, most likely. The moon overhead was bright and lit the way to the waiting safe haven.
It was too easy. It gave Simon a sick feeling in his stomach. And Horne didn't exactly make him feel any better.
"Any minute now." Horne talked a lot for a guy running for his life. "Sniper fire from the tree line. We'll never see it comi
