GEOSTORM

Geostorm, is a new movie starring Gerard Butler.  Watching the previews, I was absolutely flabbergasted wondering where the writers and producers got such a novel idea.  No, wait.  I think I know.  Could it have come from the blog https://24thehuntforrednovember.wordpress.com avialble now as an ebook and paperback entitle, “The Hunt For Red November..”

“THEY TOOK THE WEATHER AND WEAPONIZED IT?.”

Excerpt from The Hunt For Red November

Chapter 25

PAVEL GOLOVIN LISTENED carefully as the interpreter translated the Arab scientist’s explanation of the weather machine’s instrumentation panel, into Russian.

Pavel wasn’t sure whether he was angry or excited.  He’d come all this way, expecting to see a mock-up of a machine that he and the other scientist would labor over, tinker with, and after many months, of trial and error, present to the Russian government a functioning mock-up of a proposed weather machine.  But here it was.  Right in front of him.  The real thing; up and running.

He was, as it turned out, to be nothing more than a glorified button pusher.  But a button pusher on an extraordinary piece of equipment the likes of which the world had never seen.   He licked his lips with anticipation.

Pavel’s thoughts were interrupted when Anatoly Basov, the Nobel Prize winner asked, “How long does it take weather from here to reach the United States?”

“No more than four or five days.  But we have solved that problem by having satellites installed in certain key US cites.”

Basov smiled for the first time, Pavel noted.

“Is Washington, D.C. one of your satellites?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Good.  I have a small demonstration in mind.”

Pavel felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.  It was that smile and the way Basov said small demonstration that gave him pause.  For it was on the trip here to Tartus that Pavel learned that Anatoly Basov, Nobel Prize Winner, had a rather nasty sadistic streak. He’d witness on several occasions the delight the man took in belittling others and making sure that they were thoroughly impressed by his power and position.

Pavel swallowed the lump in his throat and dared ask, “What kind of demonstration?”

Basov turned and stared at him as though he were seeing him for the first time.  He had that effect on people.  He didn’t look like anyone famous.  Nor was he particularly tall or particularly short.  His hair was that shade of brown that was almost black but not quite.  The significant feature in a forgettable face were his eyes.  And most of the time, those he concealed with sunglasses.  If you could say anything about his looks it was that he tended to blend into the woodwork.  So it did not surprise him that Anatoly Basov did not recognize him or so he thought.

“Nothing that concerns the likes of you,” Basov answered.

Even knowing of Basov’s sadistic tendencies, the venom in the man’s voice took Pavel by surprise.  A shiver of fear went up his spine.  Did Anatoly Basov know?  What would happen to Iskra?  To the boys?  How had Basov found out?  In his mind, he retraced every second and every moment of the trip.  No! There was no way Basov could know.  Unless?

By
Eliza D. Ankum
Author of
Flight 404 – A Novel of Aviation Disaster
Ruby Sanders (The Ruby and Jared Saga Book 1)
Jared Anderson (The Ruby and Jared Saga Book 2)
OneThreeThirteen – A Presidential Agent Novel Series Book 1
The Hunt For Red November – A Presidential Agent Novel Series Book 2
Dancing With The Fat Woman
Thou Shalt Eat Dust – A Second Chance Love story
A Woman’s Voice: A Little Book of Poems
STALKED! By Voices

 

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