“It was the military! Project HAARP, at the North Pole. They’ve talked about it on Coast to Coast AM for years ...”
“It was the Hadron Collider ...”
“Of course it was the military,” said Blue. “Isn’t that more believable than aliens from Alpha Centauri?”
“The military’s always been one big Sausage Fest,” said one of her supporters.
“You just shut your trap,” barked old Frank Miller. “I didn’t serve in two b****y wars to hear that kind of—”
“Order, order!” shouted Dean.
Again, the room devolved into pandemonium, and Charlotte found herself looking at Red who looked squarely back, leaving her to wonder if he was thinking the same thing—that maybe it was time to just go, just leave the Devil’s Shambhala behind.
“Ladies and gentlemen, please! Please! We have a guest!”
Turning, Charlott
