Baileigh Higgins

Primordial Earth - Book 2

The Extinction Series - A Prehistoric, Post-Apocalyptic, Sci-Fi Thriller

Copyright © 2020 by Baileigh Higgins

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Contents

Acknowledgments

Dedication

Chapter 1 - Moran

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5 - Moran

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10 - Moran

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14 - Moran

Chapter 15 - Bones

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Epilogue

Glossary

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About the Author

Acknowledgments

Thank you to Christian Bentulan for the stunning book cover design. You can check out his portfolio at http://www.coversbychristian.com. He’s an amazing artist.

Plus, a huge thank you to Graham Rintoul for his tireless dedication to my books, his research, and his input. A big shoutout to Mike Hansen for his support and help, and to all the fans and readers out there. I truly appreciate you all!

Dedication

This book is dedicated to Robin Hartmom, a staunch supporter of my work. Thank you for being so encouraging and making me smile with your lovely compliments, Robin. May there be a thousand more stories in your future!

Chapter 1 - Moran

Moran leaned against the rough wooden table with both hands gripping the edges. On top lay a crude blueprint of Prime City. The paper was handmade, the ink blotchy, and the edges creased. Still, every line was painstakingly drawn, and the measurements were precise. She’d made sure of that.

Around her were gathered a few members of the Rebel Faction. Bruce Copeland, her right-hand man, Patti Fry, her trusted advisor, Steven Yingling, a mole inside the Watch, and Kat Mewes, mistress to General Sikes and their latest recruit.

She pointed at a building not far from the Prime Hotel. “Right. My informant tells me that the last harvest has been stored there while awaiting processing and distribution.”

“Informant?” Kat asked, her dark eyes boring into Moran’s. “Who is this informant?”

“That’s for me to know, Kat,” Moran replied, her tones clipped. She disliked being interrupted.

“How do we know we can trust this informant of yours?” Kat persisted.

Moran straightened up and pinned Kat to the spot with a sharp gaze. To her satisfaction, the woman began to squirm. “Are you questioning my judgment, Kat?”

“No, of course not,” Kat said with haste, her cheeks flushed.

“Good. Then let’s get back to business,” Moran said, leaning forward once more. “The harvest will only remain there for two more nights before it’s removed and distributed. Once that happens, it’s over. None of us will ever set eyes on that food again.”

“So, we need to make our move now,” Patti mused, her head bobbing as she studied the map. Streaks of silver adorned her thick, auburn hair, but she was still a handsome woman. And a tough one too.

“Exactly,” Moran confirmed. “We’ll have to strike tomorrow night.”

“How much are we talking here?” Patti asked.

“We can’t take everything. We have nowhere to hide such a large amount of food and no way to transport it either. The best we can do is a fifth,” Moran said.

“A fifth,” Kat exclaimed. “It seems rather stupid to risk our lives for a few bags of fruit and vegetables.”

“Trust me, Kat. A fifth is enough. It will keep the Rebel Faction going for most of the year, freeing us up for more important work,” Moran explained. “Besides, this won’t be the last harvest. There will be one more around the end of the fall.”

“And if we steal too much, the rest of Prime will starve. Senator Douglas will take what he needs and blame the shortage on us,” Patti said. “As it is, we donate some of our stores to the poorest of the poor.”

“Whatever,” Kat said with a shrug. “But what about meat?”

“The meat stores are running low. The hunting parties haven’t been out for weeks under Douglas’ orders. There’s no point in raiding them now.”

“That’s too bad. For you, of course,” Kat said, wrinkling her nose. “I can’t imagine not eating meat.”

“Me neither,” Bruce said with a low laugh. “You must live quite well, though, being the General’s mistress, and all.”

Kat smoothed her hands over her tiny waist. “Perhaps, but this figure is not the result of overindulgence.”

“Yes, I’m sure you work very hard,” Patti said, rolling her eyes.

Kat bared her teeth. “At least, I still have what it takes to attract a man like Sikes, unlike most.”

Patti grumbled something underneath her breath, and Moran decided to step in before an argument broke

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