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“This is bad.” Trevor scrolled through an online article. “It’s now illegal for the general public to own or produce anything that’s wheat-based. This will put a lot of restaurants and farms out of business. We could be headed for a recession.”
“They could start exiling people again,” Danisha remarked.
“We knew this wouldn’t end with the water barons. As long as there are corrupt political figures to bribe, there will always be powerful people trying to take over the world,” Marcus said.
“It’s almost like we fought for nothing. Diane and Aaron lost their lives and for what?” Rowan threw up her hands.
“Diane and Aaron died fighting for their beliefs. They went out like warriors, because that’s what they are. We helped end the water barons’ reign and saved thousands from the wastelands. Their deaths were not in vain.” Marcus grabbed her arm.
“We’re not going to let them get away with this, are we?” Danisha said.
“Hell, no, we’re not! We’re the resistance. Just because we lost two brave soldiers doesn’t mean we quit. They wouldn’t want us to,” Marcus declared.
“I don’t think you know what you’re up against. This is a state-of-the-art company with top-notch security,” Todd said.
“So was the Water Coalition,” Trevor replied.
“We’ll need someone on the outside, someone who’s not on any government black list.” Marcus paced their cramped living room. “Todd, you could help infiltrate, find out what their plans are. Trevor can beef up your resume and get you a job at Golding Sexton. No one would ever suspect you. You look like a Catholic choir boy.” Marcus stopped and pointed at the young man.
“If I get caught, they’ll put me in prison until I’m old! “
“We’re not asking you to break into the place. All you’ve got to do is eavesdrop and snoop. Trevor has some high-tech spy gear for that. Your task will be easy,” Rowan said.
“Yeah, but I—”
“You’re either part of the solution or you’re part of the problem. If we sit back and let this happen, it won’t end well for any of us,” Danisha cut him off.
“You can go home and tuck your tail between your legs or make a difference in this world. What’s it going to be?” Marcus stared at him.
Todd shuffled his feet for a moment and stared at the floor. “It’s a crazy idea, but I know you’ve all done crazier things. You’re the bravest people I’ve ever known.” He raised his head.
“Does that mean we can count on you?” asked Marcus.
“Yeah. I’m with you, man.”
About Anne Joyce
(1981-) Anne Rasico (AKA Anne Joyce) was born in a small town in Indiana you’ve probably never heard of. She composed short stories and comic books as a child to amuse her family and began writing poetry at the age of thirteen. In 1998 she received an Honorable Mention for Literary Excellence for her poem "She Didn't Come Home."
In 2013 her novella “When the Chips Are Down” was named a Finalist in the MARSocial Author of the Year Contest. When she is not writing, thinking about writing, or going insane from writing she enjoys camping, fishing, swimming, and otherwise spending time with loved ones. She is mother to three extremely spoiled cats. Crazy cat lady? Probably
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