A border patrol officer approached the car and inquired us with the usual questions. After an hour in the long lines to Mexico we finally crossed the border to head out into New Sonora. The Nuevo Orden headquarters were hidden somewhere near the metropolis of Sonora La Vieja. It had been a small town during the twentieth century, but as the United States began to crumble, people from Los Angeles and Las Vegas fled to the safety of Mexico.
Mexico had been invaded by hoardes of refugees from several countries of the world, mostly the Divided and Europe. Although it wasn't the most benefited from the Depression. Argentina and Brazil also had a population boost during the Great Depression years. And as people got used to the customs and the laws of their hosts, they decided to stay in a place they could really call home. Places that were already so dead that the Depression could not kill.
This was what many people called "Old World Paradise." These were places untouched by time, by the Council. Cattle roamed the roads, magnificent crops raised in the vast badlands of the desert, the stars were untouched by the blazes of smoke from the citadels. It was a place where you could relax and forget you lived in the changing world, in a world plagued by torture, corruption, misery, and, not to forget, the crave for power.
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