Chapter Forty
March 2, 2229, Neo Southern California, Shadow Zone
Erik stepped out of his flitter into the garbage-strewn alley. Piles of metal, plastic, and decaying food lay everywhere. “Abandoned” was a nebulous idea when there were animals and unfortunate people who found dark corners to hide.
Colonel Adeyemi stood in front of a medium-sized armored cargo flitter, a vehicle roughly twice the length of the MX 60. A few soldiers stood on either side of the officers, all wearing deep scowls.
The colonel had abruptly contacted Erik an hour earlier and told him to get his butt to coordinates in the Shadow Zone. None of the men wore uniforms, but their stances, haircuts, and builds made their military background obvious.
Even if the man wasn’t his commanding officer, there was no reason
