Read Online Curtain Fall: Second Edition, Disaster, Preparedness, Survival, Awakening (The Gatekeeper Book 1) by Kenneth Cary - Free Book Online
Authors: Kenneth Cary
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dictate the future of others, especially when it came to something like preparedness.
From that point forward, John avoided all future HOA meetings. He resigned himself to the fact that he would be the only prepared person in his neighborhood, and that he couldn’t save people from their own, or Tony’s ignorance.
Worried that his neighbors would label him a “survivalist nut-job,” John gave serious thought to establishing a safe house or cache-site away from his home, something like a cabin near a lake, or some other remote location. He eventually decided against it, mainly because Jenna didn’t support the idea, but he wished he had.
At the time, John really wasn’t interested in managing two properties, especially if one was remote. He would certainly head there now if he had such a place, especially since his some of his neighbors knew he was prepared, but that option was long gone.
After considering all other options, John decided to stick it out and continue building up his preps. They would stay home as long as the situation allowed, hoping a disaster would never test their plans, or their preps.
J ohn glanced at the wall clock and noticed that it was time to head downstairs and meet up with Terry for lunch. He reached down to open his gun safe, grabbed the pistol, slid it in the holster at the small of his back, and stood to pull on his sports coat.
After checking for his sunglasses and phone, John looked around the office, noting the details of everything; where things were sitting, and how they were arranged. He spent the most time studying the items on his desk, taking in the details of everything sitting on the polished hardwood surface. The practice was a hold-over from his counterintelligence days, but he wasn’t able to let it go regardless how hard he tried. Those who knew him best accepted his quirky army habits, but to everyone else he probably just looked indecisive.
It didn’t matter that he was cautious, or even paranoid, he just wanted to know if someone entered his office when he was out. For John, those habits were proof that you could take the boy out of the army, but you couldn’t take the army out of the boy.
After pulling the door shut, John headed for the stairs. He couldn’t help but think of the true health of his mom, and then cringed a little. What was it that Jenna liked to say, thought John, “Think it, and it will be so,” or something like that. John doubted that his lie would actually make his mom sick, that using her as an excuse to take time off from work would really put her in the hospital, but he was sure Jenna would rib him about it anyway.
John considered calling his mom, to check in on her, but the reception in the stairwell was terrible, so he decided to wait and call her later.He wondered how she would take to his lie, or for that matter, the news about the Caldera. John knew she’d probably laugh about it all – she was very laid back. She’d probably tell him to relax, that he worried too much. But he felt prompted to call her and share the story.
In all actuality, John wasn’t convinced something serious was going to happen with the Caldera anyway. The whole thing, the idea of it erupting, still felt very surreal. He knew he was missing some important part of the puzzle, and until he could put it together, he vowed not to excite anyone with his concern.
John emerged into the main lobby from the stairwell and immediately noticed Terry leaning against a large polished limestone column. They shared a momentary flick of eye contact, as a sign of subtle recognition, and moved without a word. The hours they spent together on the range heightened their non-verbal communications to an edge. As John walked past the column, Terry fell into place beside him.
John whispered, “I guess if I’m going to be that predictable, I should come out armed and ready to fight.”
“Well,” said Terry, “if that’s the limit of your predictability . . . then you
From that point forward, John avoided all future HOA meetings. He resigned himself to the fact that he would be the only prepared person in his neighborhood, and that he couldn’t save people from their own, or Tony’s ignorance.
Worried that his neighbors would label him a “survivalist nut-job,” John gave serious thought to establishing a safe house or cache-site away from his home, something like a cabin near a lake, or some other remote location. He eventually decided against it, mainly because Jenna didn’t support the idea, but he wished he had.
At the time, John really wasn’t interested in managing two properties, especially if one was remote. He would certainly head there now if he had such a place, especially since his some of his neighbors knew he was prepared, but that option was long gone.
After considering all other options, John decided to stick it out and continue building up his preps. They would stay home as long as the situation allowed, hoping a disaster would never test their plans, or their preps.
J ohn glanced at the wall clock and noticed that it was time to head downstairs and meet up with Terry for lunch. He reached down to open his gun safe, grabbed the pistol, slid it in the holster at the small of his back, and stood to pull on his sports coat.
After checking for his sunglasses and phone, John looked around the office, noting the details of everything; where things were sitting, and how they were arranged. He spent the most time studying the items on his desk, taking in the details of everything sitting on the polished hardwood surface. The practice was a hold-over from his counterintelligence days, but he wasn’t able to let it go regardless how hard he tried. Those who knew him best accepted his quirky army habits, but to everyone else he probably just looked indecisive.
It didn’t matter that he was cautious, or even paranoid, he just wanted to know if someone entered his office when he was out. For John, those habits were proof that you could take the boy out of the army, but you couldn’t take the army out of the boy.
After pulling the door shut, John headed for the stairs. He couldn’t help but think of the true health of his mom, and then cringed a little. What was it that Jenna liked to say, thought John, “Think it, and it will be so,” or something like that. John doubted that his lie would actually make his mom sick, that using her as an excuse to take time off from work would really put her in the hospital, but he was sure Jenna would rib him about it anyway.
John considered calling his mom, to check in on her, but the reception in the stairwell was terrible, so he decided to wait and call her later.He wondered how she would take to his lie, or for that matter, the news about the Caldera. John knew she’d probably laugh about it all – she was very laid back. She’d probably tell him to relax, that he worried too much. But he felt prompted to call her and share the story.
In all actuality, John wasn’t convinced something serious was going to happen with the Caldera anyway. The whole thing, the idea of it erupting, still felt very surreal. He knew he was missing some important part of the puzzle, and until he could put it together, he vowed not to excite anyone with his concern.
John emerged into the main lobby from the stairwell and immediately noticed Terry leaning against a large polished limestone column. They shared a momentary flick of eye contact, as a sign of subtle recognition, and moved without a word. The hours they spent together on the range heightened their non-verbal communications to an edge. As John walked past the column, Terry fell into place beside him.
John whispered, “I guess if I’m going to be that predictable, I should come out armed and ready to fight.”
“Well,” said Terry, “if that’s the limit of your predictability . . . then you
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