One Million Lira
By Thoraiya Dyer
They might send the old woman, Sophia thought. If she is still alive.
Draped in light-bending cloth, stretched out along the nacelle of the monstrous, 120-metre-tall wind turbine, she swept the crosshairs of her .50-cal sniper rifle’s scope over Ehden’s gaping, ruined restaurants and shattered, snow-blanketed hotels.
Seemed like nobody was left alive here.
But according to the aircraft’s computer, seven passengers of seven hundred were left alive in the wreck of the skycruiser Beirut II, which had crashed into the side of the mountain during yesterday’s snowstorm and now rested at the foot of the wind farm’s twenty-one towers. Its delicate, mile-wide wings were reduced to fragments of solar panel glittering in the midday sun. Beirut itself was over th
