The Grimness of Truth“I've been listening to the news reports,” said Steinmann, gesturing for the two police officers to step inside the hallway. “Last night, the sea came over the eastern seaboard of the United States, over-whelming the defences, deluging New York. Millions are dead.”
Bremen felt Hamon grow tense. He rubbed his chin. “Jesus.”
“The same story is being told all along the coast, as far down as the Caribbean. This is Armageddon, Mr Bremen, but not the kind that anyone really ever believed in.”
“I've heard it said,” cut in Hamon, “that the sea is often referred to as wild-horses. Wasn't there something about Troy, that the story of the wooden horse actually refers to the sea. That it was a flood that breached the walls?”
“I'm a scientist, Miss … Sorry, what is your name?”
