THEY BOTH FELT IT AT the same time, even as the train lurched forward and the cars jolted thunderously—a tremor in the very fabric of things, like a ripple in a foam of potentiality which contained in it the threads of all their possible futures. Something, somewhere, had just happened—something directly related to their current endeavor of delivering the bomb to Barley and detonating it amidst the Enemy.
communicated Ank, still smarting from his struggle to climb onto the flatcar with the added weight of the weapon.
“You felt it too? Like one door closed and another had opened, but with disastrous consequences, for us all ...” Williams looked at him, rattled and bewildered. “Ank, how could we know that?”
“Ank, don’t.”
Williams leaned forward until they were almost nose to nose. “Our f
