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dogs, or wolves or dingoes or whatever the hell they are. Ferocious mutts, let me tell you."
"Come on fellas, let's go," The guy manning the gun said. "We better get inside the perimeter."
"Are you sure it’s a good idea to leave the jet outside?" I asked Daniel.
"Well, it’s not ideal but I doubt there’s anyone out here who could hotwire or even fly this bad boy."
"What about the dust? Won't that clog the engines or something?"
"No. It was designed for heavy use in the desert. It’s designed to handle the dust."
"All right, that’s enough bragging about your baby," Griffin said. "Let’s go."
He was trying to sound light hearted but I could clearly make out the fear in his voice. There was an urgency and seriousness to what he was saying. He did not want to be out in the open like this. And I gotta say, neither did I. Not with the mass grave of wild dogs only thirty yards away.
So we jumped inside the Humvee and Griffin drove the short distance to the camp. A section of the fence became slack and was lowered to the ground and we drove over it. Once inside, it was raised back up and presumably re-electrified.
Griffin parked the car next to the weird looking aircraft. As we walked passed them and made our way towards the igloo shaped tent, I asked Daniel what the hell they were. They each had two massive propellers but they were pointing up so they were more like twin rotor blades, like on a helicopter.
"They’re called Osprey's," he answered. "The propellers are rotatable. So it can hover like a helicopter or fly like a plane. They’re ideal for this kind of mission."
"So they’re like a two in one."
"Yeah. It's basically a Transformer," he joked. "More than meets the eye."
I guess we’d be taking one of those into Sydney.
We continued our way towards the igloo shaped tent. The dust wasn’t as bad as we’d seen in the stolen military footage but it was still pretty bad. We had to shield our eyes and I had to cover my nose and mouth.
But just before we stepped inside, the wind intensified and I had to bury my face into my shoulder. And off in the distance we heard what sounded like the cry of a lone wolf.
Chapter 7
It was such a relief to be inside the igloo tent and out of the dust. The tent was deceptively spacious. There was a table and chairs set up in front of a white board and a sleeping area over in the corner.
The whiteboard seemed to have what looked like a flat screen computer monitor built into it. And there were three expensive looking laptop computers set up on the table. It was pretty sophisticated for a makeshift camp in the middle of the Australian outback. It was almost as luxurious as my penthouse suite back in LA. Well, maybe not.
I took a closer look at the whiteboard monitor. It currently showed a satellite image of Australia. It was then I could clearly see the extent of the dust storm. It basically looked like a huge red cloud. It covered the entire east coast of Australia and spread out right into the middle of the country. Our camp appeared to be on the western edge of the storm.
The tall soldier who had been standing watch on top of the metal storage container had made his way inside and was now talking to a woman. He was leaning over a laptop, punching in some commands. They were gathered around the small table in front of the whiteboard.
The tall man turned to greet us. "Hudson, glad you could make it on time. Mind introducing the lady?"
"Sir. Everyone. This is Rebecca Robinson. She’ll be our guide for the mission."
He said ‘guide’ with a touch of irony. I knew I wasn’t a guide, more like a bargaining chip, or an insurance policy. Something to prove to my friends that these guys were the right guys to trust.
"As I’m sure you all know," Daniel continued. "She’s the only one who made it out."
I scanned the faces of the soldiers. Three men and the one woman. In all my life I've never seen a rougher, meaner looking group of
"Come on fellas, let's go," The guy manning the gun said. "We better get inside the perimeter."
"Are you sure it’s a good idea to leave the jet outside?" I asked Daniel.
"Well, it’s not ideal but I doubt there’s anyone out here who could hotwire or even fly this bad boy."
"What about the dust? Won't that clog the engines or something?"
"No. It was designed for heavy use in the desert. It’s designed to handle the dust."
"All right, that’s enough bragging about your baby," Griffin said. "Let’s go."
He was trying to sound light hearted but I could clearly make out the fear in his voice. There was an urgency and seriousness to what he was saying. He did not want to be out in the open like this. And I gotta say, neither did I. Not with the mass grave of wild dogs only thirty yards away.
So we jumped inside the Humvee and Griffin drove the short distance to the camp. A section of the fence became slack and was lowered to the ground and we drove over it. Once inside, it was raised back up and presumably re-electrified.
Griffin parked the car next to the weird looking aircraft. As we walked passed them and made our way towards the igloo shaped tent, I asked Daniel what the hell they were. They each had two massive propellers but they were pointing up so they were more like twin rotor blades, like on a helicopter.
"They’re called Osprey's," he answered. "The propellers are rotatable. So it can hover like a helicopter or fly like a plane. They’re ideal for this kind of mission."
"So they’re like a two in one."
"Yeah. It's basically a Transformer," he joked. "More than meets the eye."
I guess we’d be taking one of those into Sydney.
We continued our way towards the igloo shaped tent. The dust wasn’t as bad as we’d seen in the stolen military footage but it was still pretty bad. We had to shield our eyes and I had to cover my nose and mouth.
But just before we stepped inside, the wind intensified and I had to bury my face into my shoulder. And off in the distance we heard what sounded like the cry of a lone wolf.
Chapter 7
It was such a relief to be inside the igloo tent and out of the dust. The tent was deceptively spacious. There was a table and chairs set up in front of a white board and a sleeping area over in the corner.
The whiteboard seemed to have what looked like a flat screen computer monitor built into it. And there were three expensive looking laptop computers set up on the table. It was pretty sophisticated for a makeshift camp in the middle of the Australian outback. It was almost as luxurious as my penthouse suite back in LA. Well, maybe not.
I took a closer look at the whiteboard monitor. It currently showed a satellite image of Australia. It was then I could clearly see the extent of the dust storm. It basically looked like a huge red cloud. It covered the entire east coast of Australia and spread out right into the middle of the country. Our camp appeared to be on the western edge of the storm.
The tall soldier who had been standing watch on top of the metal storage container had made his way inside and was now talking to a woman. He was leaning over a laptop, punching in some commands. They were gathered around the small table in front of the whiteboard.
The tall man turned to greet us. "Hudson, glad you could make it on time. Mind introducing the lady?"
"Sir. Everyone. This is Rebecca Robinson. She’ll be our guide for the mission."
He said ‘guide’ with a touch of irony. I knew I wasn’t a guide, more like a bargaining chip, or an insurance policy. Something to prove to my friends that these guys were the right guys to trust.
"As I’m sure you all know," Daniel continued. "She’s the only one who made it out."
I scanned the faces of the soldiers. Three men and the one woman. In all my life I've never seen a rougher, meaner looking group of
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