CHAPTER 92

TWENTY MILES SOUTH OF EDEN (FORMERLY JUNCTION CITY UTAH)

 "…Not a lot of notice Admiral," Martin spoke from inside the armored Hopper that had been transformed into a communications platform. He sat in the high backed chair, Dysea standing behind him.

 "I know Marty, but after talking with Paul and Anisa it's something I feel we need to do." Admiral Wallace spoke.

 Martin looked at Dysea briefly before turning back to the small monitor. "Meaning no disrespect sir, you're asking me to possibly endanger everything we have built here over one woman's family. A woman I might add, that until a few hours ago was working with the scum we are fighting."