Chapter Twenty-Two
The biocide was getting closer. Kes studied the latest satellite images as he sat in the lab, waiting for a special person to arrive. They showed that the patches of brown, dead vegetation spreading out from the landing site of each of the Scythians’ canisters were growing wider and in some places they had grown so large they’d joined up. Sometimes, a tongue of poison would suddenly run out, as if following a rich seam of life in the ground. As soon as biocide encountered water it would run rapidly through it, massacring all aquatic life the water contained. Cerberus was hemmed in on all sides. The biocide was creeping up the mountain slopes toward the mines and adjacent settlements, and soon it would reach the Vimur, the last major refuge of Concordia’s Fila.
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