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Kurt, Jeb, and Malcolm continued on, Malcolm still at the rear. Jeb stopped and got up to the ridge to look over. Then he heard footsteps on the loose dirt, and looked up. An Islamist had an AK-47 pointed right at his head.
Chapter 6 – Fire in the Canyon
Jeb froze as the young Islamist pointed his AK-47 at him. Then the Islamist heard a click. He looked up just as an arrow from Malcolm’s crossbow struck him in the chest. He fell to the ground, his rifle falling out if his hands and starting to slide. Jeb lunged for it, grabbing it before it could make a noisy fall down the side of the hill.
“Freeze, one of them is looking up here,” Kurt whispered. Jeb stopped, his heart racing, afraid to move a muscle.
“Okay, he turned around,” whispered Kurt. Jeb slowly backed up and over the ridge, out of sight.
“Good thing these pajama boys are wearing black,” Jeb whispered. “They probably can’t see him lying there.”
“Yeah,” Kurt said. “That was close.”
Malcolm came over. Jeb looked up at him and nodded. “Much obliged,” he said. “Nice shooting.”
“Don’t mention it,” Malcolm said. “I only see four men below, but it’s a little hard to tell because of those tents. There could be two more sentries up here. I suggest you guys get your bows ready.”
“Yeah, and we should stay out of sight until the large group gets here,” Jeb whispered. “We don’t want to scare them away from the party.”
“You got that right,” Kurt said. “Looks like George is set up with that .50 cal. Can’t see Jackson from here very well, but I can see Earl over there. He’s got his mortar set up. I think we’re in good shape, as long as another sentry doesn’t end up over here.”
“The larger group is getting close,” Jeb said. “Maybe about fifteen minutes.”
“Good,” Malcolm said.
“Jane sent a text a little while ago. She said that the big group is in about thirty vehicles.”
“Shit,” Kurt said. “That’s a lot. We’re going to have to be patient as they arrive.”
“When they all get here, we should disable the last vehicles that come in, so they’ll make it harder for the others to escape,” Jeb said.
“Now that’s a good idea,” Malcolm said. “Let’s text George, Earl, and Jackson about that. Seal up the kill zone, and then rain fire and brimstone on their asses.”
“Literally,” Jeb said, chuckling quietly, “when the Willie Pete hits them.”
Malcolm smiled. The men all sat back against the far side of the ridge and waited.
Howard was back on the interstate, driving his class C, with Scotty sitting in the passenger seat.
“Okay, we’re going east,” Howard said. “Where to?”
“Back to my home base in Ohio,” Scotty answered.
“Why?”
“Orientation,” Scotty said. “You used to love the game. We’re going to play a little bit on the way there, to whet your appetite. I know you’ll come around.”
“You don’t know me anymore,” Howard said. “The thought of the game repulses me.”
“No it doesn’t,” Scotty said. “I’ve been watching your internet habits. Pretty sick, old friend.”
“Watching and doing aren’t the same.”
“Oh, really?” Scotty said, laughing. “We’ll see.”
“What are your plans after that?” Howard asked.
“Then you go back home, re-open your truck stop, and wait for me to contact you.”
“You think I’m just going to hop to when you call me, Scotty?”
“Oh, I know you will,” Scotty said. “Because you know that I’ll pay a visit to your daughter and her family if you don’t.”
Howard was silent for a few minutes, going over his options in his head, but then he felt it. Creeping in.
The excitement.
The yearning for terror, and the release it used to bring him. He hated himself for it, but now that it was here, he knew he couldn’t deny it for long.
Dammit.
“You okay over there?” Scotty asked, seeing the gears turning in Howard’s head.
“Yeah,” Howard said,
Kurt, Jeb, and Malcolm continued on, Malcolm still at the rear. Jeb stopped and got up to the ridge to look over. Then he heard footsteps on the loose dirt, and looked up. An Islamist had an AK-47 pointed right at his head.
Chapter 6 – Fire in the Canyon
Jeb froze as the young Islamist pointed his AK-47 at him. Then the Islamist heard a click. He looked up just as an arrow from Malcolm’s crossbow struck him in the chest. He fell to the ground, his rifle falling out if his hands and starting to slide. Jeb lunged for it, grabbing it before it could make a noisy fall down the side of the hill.
“Freeze, one of them is looking up here,” Kurt whispered. Jeb stopped, his heart racing, afraid to move a muscle.
“Okay, he turned around,” whispered Kurt. Jeb slowly backed up and over the ridge, out of sight.
“Good thing these pajama boys are wearing black,” Jeb whispered. “They probably can’t see him lying there.”
“Yeah,” Kurt said. “That was close.”
Malcolm came over. Jeb looked up at him and nodded. “Much obliged,” he said. “Nice shooting.”
“Don’t mention it,” Malcolm said. “I only see four men below, but it’s a little hard to tell because of those tents. There could be two more sentries up here. I suggest you guys get your bows ready.”
“Yeah, and we should stay out of sight until the large group gets here,” Jeb whispered. “We don’t want to scare them away from the party.”
“You got that right,” Kurt said. “Looks like George is set up with that .50 cal. Can’t see Jackson from here very well, but I can see Earl over there. He’s got his mortar set up. I think we’re in good shape, as long as another sentry doesn’t end up over here.”
“The larger group is getting close,” Jeb said. “Maybe about fifteen minutes.”
“Good,” Malcolm said.
“Jane sent a text a little while ago. She said that the big group is in about thirty vehicles.”
“Shit,” Kurt said. “That’s a lot. We’re going to have to be patient as they arrive.”
“When they all get here, we should disable the last vehicles that come in, so they’ll make it harder for the others to escape,” Jeb said.
“Now that’s a good idea,” Malcolm said. “Let’s text George, Earl, and Jackson about that. Seal up the kill zone, and then rain fire and brimstone on their asses.”
“Literally,” Jeb said, chuckling quietly, “when the Willie Pete hits them.”
Malcolm smiled. The men all sat back against the far side of the ridge and waited.
Howard was back on the interstate, driving his class C, with Scotty sitting in the passenger seat.
“Okay, we’re going east,” Howard said. “Where to?”
“Back to my home base in Ohio,” Scotty answered.
“Why?”
“Orientation,” Scotty said. “You used to love the game. We’re going to play a little bit on the way there, to whet your appetite. I know you’ll come around.”
“You don’t know me anymore,” Howard said. “The thought of the game repulses me.”
“No it doesn’t,” Scotty said. “I’ve been watching your internet habits. Pretty sick, old friend.”
“Watching and doing aren’t the same.”
“Oh, really?” Scotty said, laughing. “We’ll see.”
“What are your plans after that?” Howard asked.
“Then you go back home, re-open your truck stop, and wait for me to contact you.”
“You think I’m just going to hop to when you call me, Scotty?”
“Oh, I know you will,” Scotty said. “Because you know that I’ll pay a visit to your daughter and her family if you don’t.”
Howard was silent for a few minutes, going over his options in his head, but then he felt it. Creeping in.
The excitement.
The yearning for terror, and the release it used to bring him. He hated himself for it, but now that it was here, he knew he couldn’t deny it for long.
Dammit.
“You okay over there?” Scotty asked, seeing the gears turning in Howard’s head.
“Yeah,” Howard said,
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