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accent.
"Irish?"
"Scottish," Abe replied.
"Needs work then," Kyle said and stood. He shook
hands with his brother, turned and climbed in the Tahoe they'd be using. Abe
followed his example and climbed up into the ancient Peterbilt cab. Behind the
wheel, dressed in his best oily, blue jean overalls, sat Old Ben. Missing half
his teeth and white hair sticking up, he might scare the diseased away. With a
big grin, Old Ben fired the truck up and they pulled out.
Chapter 7
Kyle sat in the passenger's side of the Tahoe, letting
James drive. They pulled away from the fort, the Peterbilt following a good
pace back. The sun, having risen, promised a beautiful November day in the
Carolinas. The Tahoe made its way slowly down the dirt path, which led from the
fort, and through the state park. Kyle kept his eye out for any sign of the
diseased, but Fort Macon was so far removed from town, they would almost have
to be led there. He took a look in the rear view mirror to find the Shiny black
Peterbilt following them out, its old school look giving it a sense of danger.
Kyle turned his eyes back around and thought about the
container ship they saw last night. The group had talked about it some,
throwing different conspiracy theories around, but no one had any realistic ideas.
Why would they fire on them? No one had been able to remember what flag they'd
been flying or get a good look at the people on the ship. It'd been to dark and
no one had been thinking about any of those details at the time. Whatever it
was, Kyle hoped it was just a mistake and not another problem for them.
Kyle cleared his thoughts and focused on what needed to
happen today. He picked up the radio. "Macon, XR-1, radio check."
"Macon, XR-1, we've got you loud and clear," came
the response from Eric, still not happy about being left in the fort with
Edmund and the girls. "I'll be with you for a few minutes, then Edmund’s
taking over the radio for today's exercises.
Kyle sighed at this. "Copy that Macon. XR-2, XR-1,
radio check."
"Roger, Roger Rubber Ducky, give me that old man. XR-2
copies, loud and clear. Macon, XR-2 radio check."
"XR-2, Macon, loud and clear, Patrick don't let Old
Ben give you any problem, he's a worthless old cuss," said Eric.
"Copy Loud and clear," said Patrick. Kyle
listened to the exchange and wondered what would become of them if Patrick was
the responsible one. "I'll keep the Old Guy in line. The force is with
us."
"All right guys, here's the plan, "Kyle said,
breaking in. They were nearing the end of the state park and there would start
to be beach houses on either side of the road now. "James and I will lead
you straight to the center of town, we'll pick up a crowd and then draw the
diseased off, by which point you should be safe to continue on. You need get
the truck there as soon as you can, while they’re distracted with us. Once your
shopping is finished, you'll need another distraction to keep them from
following you back to the plant. Copy?"
Kyle heard the radio click, but only heard breathing and
whispering as they talked to each other. Kyle sighed, didn't they know he could
still hear them? "Copy that XR-1, what about you?"
"We'll be fine, just get the food and other supplies I
wrote for you, as much as you can, but if it gets to dicey, better to not
engage if you don't have to."
"Copy that XR-1, good luck."
"Same to you XR-2, Macon, have Edmund stay on the horn
in case we need him," Kyle said and hung up the receiver on the Tahoe's
console. He leaned back in the truck as he listened to Macon's response and
then turned to James. "You ready to cause a distraction?"
James looked at Kyle. "I've got no plans for
today."
"James, did you just make a joke? Not a good one, but
still a joke."
James turned back to the road and gave a small smile.
The Tahoe gave a bump as it hit paved road and James
pressed the gas, building more speed. Sprawling three story beach houses lined
the road, sitting deserted next to the ocean.
"Irish?"
"Scottish," Abe replied.
"Needs work then," Kyle said and stood. He shook
hands with his brother, turned and climbed in the Tahoe they'd be using. Abe
followed his example and climbed up into the ancient Peterbilt cab. Behind the
wheel, dressed in his best oily, blue jean overalls, sat Old Ben. Missing half
his teeth and white hair sticking up, he might scare the diseased away. With a
big grin, Old Ben fired the truck up and they pulled out.
Chapter 7
Kyle sat in the passenger's side of the Tahoe, letting
James drive. They pulled away from the fort, the Peterbilt following a good
pace back. The sun, having risen, promised a beautiful November day in the
Carolinas. The Tahoe made its way slowly down the dirt path, which led from the
fort, and through the state park. Kyle kept his eye out for any sign of the
diseased, but Fort Macon was so far removed from town, they would almost have
to be led there. He took a look in the rear view mirror to find the Shiny black
Peterbilt following them out, its old school look giving it a sense of danger.
Kyle turned his eyes back around and thought about the
container ship they saw last night. The group had talked about it some,
throwing different conspiracy theories around, but no one had any realistic ideas.
Why would they fire on them? No one had been able to remember what flag they'd
been flying or get a good look at the people on the ship. It'd been to dark and
no one had been thinking about any of those details at the time. Whatever it
was, Kyle hoped it was just a mistake and not another problem for them.
Kyle cleared his thoughts and focused on what needed to
happen today. He picked up the radio. "Macon, XR-1, radio check."
"Macon, XR-1, we've got you loud and clear," came
the response from Eric, still not happy about being left in the fort with
Edmund and the girls. "I'll be with you for a few minutes, then Edmund’s
taking over the radio for today's exercises.
Kyle sighed at this. "Copy that Macon. XR-2, XR-1,
radio check."
"Roger, Roger Rubber Ducky, give me that old man. XR-2
copies, loud and clear. Macon, XR-2 radio check."
"XR-2, Macon, loud and clear, Patrick don't let Old
Ben give you any problem, he's a worthless old cuss," said Eric.
"Copy Loud and clear," said Patrick. Kyle
listened to the exchange and wondered what would become of them if Patrick was
the responsible one. "I'll keep the Old Guy in line. The force is with
us."
"All right guys, here's the plan, "Kyle said,
breaking in. They were nearing the end of the state park and there would start
to be beach houses on either side of the road now. "James and I will lead
you straight to the center of town, we'll pick up a crowd and then draw the
diseased off, by which point you should be safe to continue on. You need get
the truck there as soon as you can, while they’re distracted with us. Once your
shopping is finished, you'll need another distraction to keep them from
following you back to the plant. Copy?"
Kyle heard the radio click, but only heard breathing and
whispering as they talked to each other. Kyle sighed, didn't they know he could
still hear them? "Copy that XR-1, what about you?"
"We'll be fine, just get the food and other supplies I
wrote for you, as much as you can, but if it gets to dicey, better to not
engage if you don't have to."
"Copy that XR-1, good luck."
"Same to you XR-2, Macon, have Edmund stay on the horn
in case we need him," Kyle said and hung up the receiver on the Tahoe's
console. He leaned back in the truck as he listened to Macon's response and
then turned to James. "You ready to cause a distraction?"
James looked at Kyle. "I've got no plans for
today."
"James, did you just make a joke? Not a good one, but
still a joke."
James turned back to the road and gave a small smile.
The Tahoe gave a bump as it hit paved road and James
pressed the gas, building more speed. Sprawling three story beach houses lined
the road, sitting deserted next to the ocean.
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