After America (The Disappearance)
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The world changed forever when a massive wave of energy slammed into North America and wiped out 99 percent of the population. As the United States lay in ruins, chaos erupted across the globe.
Now, while a skeleton American government tries to reconstruct the nation, swarms of pirates and foreign militias plunder the lawless wasteland where even the president is fair prey. In New York City, armies of heavily armed predators hold sway—and hold off a struggling U.S. military. In Texas, a rogue general bent on secession leads a brutal campaign against immigrants. And in England, a U.S. special ops agent enters a shadow war against a deadly enemy who has made the fight personal. While the president ponders a blitz attack on America’s once greatest city, the forces of order and anarchy wage all-out war for postapocalyptic dominance—and a handful of survivors must decide how far to go to salvage whatever uncertain future awaits . . . after America.
The Viking rhinoceros subtly shifted his grip on the P90, causing the barrel of the weapon to point a bit more in the general direction of Wilson and Milosz. “What sort of condition?” he asked. “I believe the American phrase is ‘a piece of the action,’” Milosz said, pleased with himself for remembering that vernacular expression. “Oh, fuck me, Fred. We don’t need this George Clooney bullshit,” protested Wilson. “No. You wait on a moment,” Milosz said. “I do not know this Clooney character.
families to squeeze themselves into the tiny one-and two-bedroom apartments. But they stopped and said their good-byes about fifty yards down the street as the man and woman disappeared into a large whitewashed apartment block on the left. Fabia waved them off and resumed the marching stride Caitlin had noted earlier in the day. A forceful gait from a woman emanating a very strong “don’t-fuck-with-me” vibe. Good for you, Mrs. Shah, she thought to herself. Mirsaad watched her, too. A
with four years of inattention to care and cleaning. Wilson and Sievers followed him, the team moving down the steps like a death adder with its teeth out. The crash and uproar of the battle outside fell away only marginally, and Milosz could tell from the heavy drilling sounds below them that at least one heavy weapon was still firing from this building. Every so often, he could hear the whoosh of an RPG climbing away. Wilson held a closed fist up to halt the squad in place in the stairwell
redneck cracker assholes gathering to his flag who aren’t. I’m looking further ahead, no matter how shitty the short run may be.” Milosz patted Wilson on the back. “Good man. Like your famous Gatsby, no? I, too, believe in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. I read your famous books to understand this country, yes? But orgastic? This word I do not know. Explain, please.” “I think it’s a sex thing, maybe,” Wilson said, uncertainly. He was not much of a
brief from the Cage on all of our doings and a-goings-on. And given your involvement, I sent an extraordinary update as soon as I had enough detail.” Caitlin sat up in the passenger seat. “So did Wales have a reading on it?” Dalby frowned. “I’m afraid that with this business in New York all of your government’s intelligence resources have been retasked onto the pirate issue. Indeed, most of ours, too. A good deal of Echelon’s continental and African assets are now actively attempting to