C99 I Am a Billionaire

Days passed, and storms began to stir in the desert, blowing in from the remote heartland of Central Asia. Everett stood on the outer ring road, sensing an ominous whisper of mortality in the air.

"Grandpa's diary notes that on May 15th, under the full moon, fierce winds will converge from the Heart of the Desert," it read. "Carrying hundreds of millions of tons of sand