Chapter 2.3 (1/2)

Chapter 2 Part 3

They brought the arhan to a garage of old junk for an evaluation. There was sincere admiration in his voice.

“Wow… Just from one of the batteries from the laser, you can power a whole village with electricity. Not to mention the generator… It’s a real monster. But it’s new. Are you sure everything is alright with it?”

Dingo waved his hand slightly.

“It’s not stolen, don’t worry.Just because of a small “accident” it became unsuitable for use.”

“Accident?”

He looked at the bullet holes in the antenna.

“Well, ok. For the sake of such a beauty, I’ll do anything.”

The owner took out some money from a safe and gave them to Dingo.

“If you get anything else that’s useful, I will wait for you.”

“Sure.”

Recounting the money, Dingo left the store and returned to a hefty land rover, on which the arhan was standing. The car was converted into a house on wheels, in it there was enough s.p.a.ce to live, store buggies, and other equipment. Dingo sat in the driver’s seat. The man began to disa.s.semble the arhan. Angela sat in the pa.s.senger’s seat on the verge of tears.

“Oh my arhan… A support unit of cla.s.s A…. What can I do now?”

Dingo started up the engine and said.

“It’s ok. We were able to sell some sc.r.a.p metal and earn some money. Now we have money for spending, so there’s nothing to worry about.”

“It’s not that!”

Dingo smiled started driving.

Moving away from the store of the junkeeper, they headed for the desert. There was nothing around them but sand. Gloomy, Angela asked.

“Where are we going?”

From under the dashboard, Dingo took out a thick brown journal. He opened up the sticking pages and gave it to Angela. There was an attacked copy of a detailed topographic map, many different coordinates and notes were written by hand. Frowning, Angela stared at the map.

“Is this a map?…”

“Never seen such a thing? Well yes, Deva doesn’t have anything hand-written. “

“The map itself is unusual. It would be enough for us to simply put in the desired coordinates and we would know where to go. And it’s also dirty.”

“Well sorry,” Dingo smiled sadly, “First we’ll look for clues in Jed. The route to there is written.”

Angela activated her display and chose a digital map. The message No Connection appeared in red. To determine the location, a communication channel and a connection with Deva was necessary. In offline mode it was useless to get such information. Sighing, she carefully put in the coordinates from Dingo’s journal. The map showed the closest position, checking the journal, she put a mark in it.

“And how far is Jed?”

“Lets me think… Approximately a thousand kilometres to the south.”

“A thousand kilometres. Hmm.”

In Deva, a thing like distance was not particularly used, so that she didn’t immediately understand how much this is. Angela looked at the speedometer and made the calculations and her face fell.

“A thousand kilometres? You said&nb

sp;a thousand kilometres? Right?”