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𝖨𝗇𝗏𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗀𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗃𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖠𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖼𝖺’𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗎𝗉𝗍 𝗈𝖿𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖥𝖾𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗅 𝖱𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗌 𝗐𝖾’𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾. [Main Logotype (Dark Green) | EMA]( Nеw Саsh Law Will Be Disaster for Savers [𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘏𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘋𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦]( Nеw law has expert warning seniors and retirees to beware. There's a darker truth behind this political event... [Read The Full Story Hеrе.]( We didn’t k we were under attack until, well, we were under attack. It was . It was violent. I had no idea what it was about, other than the f that I had been on this strange territory for a few minutes, and I already wanted to . Uncle Press was walking maybe forty yards ahead of the Travelers. The sm missile screamed in and thumped down in the space between us. If it had landed twenty yards farther ahead, Uncle Press would have been liquefied. Twenty yards back and every last Traveler of Ha would have been oblited. Our final stand against Saint Dane would have been over before it had the to started. We were lucky. Lucky? That’s a relative term. After the first boom, good luck seemed to be in short supply. Down! Uncle Press screamed as he ran back through the burning debris that hung in the air. Too late. I was already down. The force of the blast had knocked me my feet. My eyes stung from the cloud of dirt that hit me. My ears rang. Since I had been leading the group, I hoped that I had taken the worst of it. I rubbed my eyes with the sleeve of my Second Earth sweater, despe to clear my vision and back some control before another missile arrived. Again, too late. Two more explosions erupted, though not as close as the first. I was halfway to my feet and got knocked down again. I heard a scream of fear. Not of pain, of fear. That was good. Fear was better than pain. It sounded to me like Elli. She was an older, frail woman. She hadn’t experienced anything like this before. If any of us needed help, it would be her. You okay? Uncle Press yelled at me. Yeah, w’s Elli? I got her, he said, then screamed out to the others, Scatter! Find cover in the ruins! Ruins? What ruins? I had seen of this wasteland was a bunch of dust in the air. At one point I caught a glimpse of a t, tilted building through the haze, but it was too far away to reach while trying to dodge a storm of incoming missiles. I wiped my tearing eyes to scan for something closer. I heard a loud whoosh and sensed, more than felt, a dark shape swooping by overhead. Looking up, I caught the fleeting image of a low-flying aircraft. It could have been a sm helicopter, but it seemed more squat than that. I didn’t hear the typical sound of a chopper engine, either. Whatever was powering this thing, it was pretty quiet. Was this the beastie shooting at us? It flew by at treetop level. That is, if t had been any trees in this barren place. As I watched in wonder, I was hit with the beam of a powerful light. Turning quickly I looked up to see two more of these flying craft headed toward us. Each had a single headlight that swept the ground. Searching. We must find shelter, came a calm voice at my shoulder. It was Loor. She was still in one piece, I’m happy to say. Looking around I saw that none of the Travelers seemed hurt. Uncle Press had an arm around Elli’s shoulder and was hurrying her to…somew. Everyone else was following Uncle Press’s instructions and moving in different directions to find shelter. Kasha, Gunny, and Spader scrambled toher in one direction, Alder and Patrick in another. Siry led Aja , holding her hand like a protective brother. To him she was a living legend from the distant past of his own territory. I k he would protect her. They disappeared into the swirling smoke and sand. Loor and I still stood in the path of the oncoming aircraft. Boom! Boom! Two more missiles tore at the ground. These flying craft weren’t just searching. They were attacking. I grabbed Loor’s arm and ran. I didn’t k w we were going, but we ran. We sprinted blindly through the thick dust that hung suspended in the air. I heard the sounds of more explosions. Some distant. Some closer. The thing I k for sure was that nobody was shooting back at them. These craft were hunting, uncontested. I was toty disoriented. The thing that felt real was the deafening roar and the shaking ground as the missiles exploded around us like a violent fireworks display. Structures, Loor announced, looking ahead. Through the dust I saw the outline of several sm stone buildings. None looked higher than maybe two stories. They were clustered toher around a central, area that could have been a courtyard at . I say at because these buildings were bombed out. Destroyed. Empty. Whatever they were, they were no longer. This war we found ourselves in the middle of wasn’t . We were surrounded by destruction. The derelict buildings looked to be made of gray stone, much of which was shattered and scarred. As we got closer, I saw that the courtyard area held a large, empty hole in the dead center. It wasn’t a bomb cr; it looked like a man-made pool of some kind. Or a moat, since it was basicy a trough surrounding a pile of large boulders. T was no water in it though, dirt and debris. We can take shelter in t, Loor suggested. The two of us ran to the edge of the trough and jumped in. The sides were just above head level. I had to stand on tiptoe to peer back out. W are we? Loor asked. She wasn’t even out of breath. What is this territory? I was hoping you k. I do not. Nor do any of the others. The flumes exploded, I told her. I saw them. It was like I was floating in space and they just…self-destructed. I k, she said calmly. I saw it as well. We did. Wver we are, Pendragon, we will not be leaving. Two of the dark helicopters swooped overhead. We ducked. We didn’t need to. We weren’t the tars. The marauding shadows headed for what seemed to be a long, low building around forty yards from us. They hovered over the dilapidated structure. Their headlight beams cut through the dust, trained on a large, jagged wound in the w that had probably been a doorway at . An amplified voice blasted from one of the gunships. Walk out of the building, came a no-nonsense command. The dust seemed to be clearing. It gave me a better view of the ships. They were indeed helicopters, but without the familiar tail and rear rotors. Instead, a single overhead rotor controlled the craft. Two pontoonlike skids hung beneath. Affixed to the sides of these pontoons was the bad s. The rocket launchers. Who were they? Why were they coming after us? W the heck were we in the first place? My momentary thrill of being reunited with Uncle Press and the rest of the Travelers had turned into a confused nightmare. I want to a closer look, I said to Loor, and made my way around the boulders in the center of this dry pool. She tried to me, but I was already moving quickly toward the far side of the moat, closer to the building that was being tared. Loor followed. The two of us stood peering up over the lip as the scene unfolded. Did any of the Travelers go in t? Loor asked. No idea. Maybe. They ran in directions. The amplified voice boomed again. T is no option. You must surrender . Or what? I whispered to Loor. I sensed movement to my left. Somebody was creeping up on us. I tensed. Loor did too. I gave her a quick glance, as if to say, Ready? She nodded. She k. We quickly dodged in two different directions. If somebody was going to attack, they wouldn’t us toher. I hit the inside w of the trough, crouching, ready. Loor swept her wooden stave from behind her back and held it out, poised to fend whoever was dumb enough to attack us. We froze. Neither of us understood what we were seeing. uy, I understood it better than Loor, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t confused. What we were both squared against, ready to battle, was a penguin. I’m . A two-foot-t, black and white penguin. The goofy little bird stood in the center of the trough, staring at us as if to say, Who are you two clowns? Is it dangerous? Loor asked, confused. It was uy funny seeing Loor coiled up, ready to battle a little penguin. I guess it’s more funny as I think back on it. At the time I didn’t feel like laughing. The amplified voice boomed one more time. You have been warned. What followed can be best described as obliteration. Both flying vehicles unloaded their weapons on the building. One drifted slowly to the right, the other to the left, as they launched a series of missiles at the already damaged structure. Sharp pieces of stone flew everyw. That broke the penguin’s cool, and it waddled quickly. Fire erupted inside the building, licking out of the glassless windows. Thick black smoke billowed from every crack, and old, like blood pouring from wounds. If any of the Travelers were in t, they were going to hurt. Badly. I made a move to jump up onto the lip of the trough to see if anybody needed help, but Loor held me back. What would you do? she said calmly. She was right. T was nothing to do but watch and hope. Look! she declared. On the far left end of the building, people were crawling out of a window, escaping. People we didn’t recognize. They wore raggy, nondescript clothes. I guess back in Connecticut I’d say they looked like less people. They didn’t quite look Flighter nasty, but they were definitely people who were having a rough time. A few of the men uy wore what looked like ragged business suits. Some women wore blue jeans and sweaters. T were a couple of kids, too. A powerful-looking guy with long black hair that touched his shoulders stood outside the window, helping the others out. He wore jeans and a faded, torn sweatshirt. It looked as if he were in charge. At the very least he was taking control of the situation. He seemed more worried about ting the others to safety than about his own away. The gunships hadn’t seen them. Yet. They continued their methodical move toward each end of the building, firing away. The guy with the black hair was doing he could to those still inside to hurry. He was too far away for me to see exly what he looked like. He wasn’t big, but he was strong. His chin was covered with thick beard stubble. He pulled the others out of the building, mostly helping the smer children to safety. He waved for them to pick up the pace. No er did he help one person down than he reached back to the next. Brave man, Loor said under her breath. From Loor that was high praise. He’d better out of t, I said. The missiles were drawing closer to the escapees. The brave guy kept glancing at the approaching helicopter, calculating how much time he had, trying to as many people to safety as possible before jamming out of t himself. The barrage ped. For a second I thought it was over. It wasn’t. I quickly realized what was happening. Whoever was piloting the craft had finy spotted the runners. The second gunship ped firing and flew quickly to join the first. They must have been in communication. They hovered, side by side, their rocket launchers rotating slowly toward the window w the frightened people were making their escape. The brave guy didn’t pulling people out. As each person dropped out of the window, they jumped up and ran , leaving him to his work. T is no longer a need to fire, Loor announced. They have found their quarry. I wonder if he’s going to surrender, I said. The attackers didn’t make another announcement. They didn’t ask the people to running and come forward. They didn’t land and take prisoners. Theyed fire. Both gunships unloaded on the building. The people in the window jumped back inside, but t was no way they could survive the barrage. The brave guy who helped so many escape dove around the corr of the building. I didn’t k if he lived or died. One thing was for sure, whoever these people were, they did not want to be taken alive, though from the looks of things, the attackers weren’t t for prisoners. It’s a slaughter, I declared. Another sound broke through the torrent of rocket fire and exploding stone. A sound that made no sense. It was hollow and haunted, like the bellow of a forlorn animal. It was loud, and it was coming from behind us. I turned quickly to see that we were no longer alone in that deep, concrete trough. Standing a few yards away was a very large, very angry polar bear. Loor and I froze. Its eyes were wild and scared. It seemed to be just as terrified of the bombing as the victims were. Maybe more so. T was for us to go. The trough was five yards wide. Its ws were too high for us to scale quickly. At least, quickly enough to escape if the bear decided it didn’t like us. We could always turn and run, but judging from the size of the bear, it would be on us with a single leap. We both realized that we had one choice. If the bear were to attack, we would have to fight. Maybe it’s tame, I whispered, without taking my eyes the behemoth. As if in answer, the bear reared up on its hind legs, towering over us. It held up two mighty paws with dangerously long claws, howled…and attacked. It wasn’t tame. [Small logotype (EMA)]( ExpertModernAdvice.com is sending this newsletter on behalf Inception Media, LLC. Inception Media, LLC appreciates your comments and inquiries. Please keep in mind, that Inception Media, LLC are not permitted to provide іndivіdualіzed financial advіse. This email is not fіnаncіаl аdvіcе and any іnvеstmеnt decision you make is solely your responsibility. 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