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Authors: Craig A. McDonough
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her land provided energy, as did the solar panels. She had top quality canning and drying equipment, too. Her downfall, as the Tall Man saw it, was that she was all alone without anyone to help her defend it—or her. She no longer had to worry on that account. He had thought, just like Elliot, to make Kath’s home their base.
Until he heard the plane, and saw all those foamers.
A switch was thrown inside his head that told him it was time to leave. When he and the others had reached the airport and saw the thousands of foamers, he understood that the nagging feeling he’d had was a premonition to get the hell out of Dodge while they still could. The Tall Man held the group together, along with Mulhaven and, of course, Elliot, but it took its toll. Since the outbreak, the longest uninterrupted sleep he’d had was about two hours. The hot shower he’d taken when they’d first reached Kath’s had relaxed every muscle in his body, and he looked forward to a good eight hours. The shock of not one but two planes landing, the rescue of the passengers, another escape from foamers, and the cautions from the pilots about runway blockages had combined to make the Tall Man weary; he was human, after all. The proposal of a plane flight to this island sanctuary was—thankfully—suspended, but it still appealed to him.
“As Elliot pointed out to me” the Tall Man made sure to include his younger friend in his discourse—“we’ll need more transportation if we are to get to this island, or at least to the coast. Does anyone have any ideas for how we get from the coast to the island? I assume tickets for the ferry have been withdrawn from sale.”
Kath smirked and reached for his hand. Whatever Elliot and her Chuck had said outside had an effect. He displayed his cheery character once more.
“Well, we discussed that when you checked on those kids.” Chess referred to Elliot, Cindy, and Allan in a way that didn’t go down all that well.
“‘Those kids’ happen to be a very important part of this group, as is everyone here, pal . As a matter of fact, Elliot is the one responsible for getting this group out of Twin Falls alive. Cindy blew the head off a cop with a 12-gauge because he rubbed her the wrong way. So you’ll do well to remember this before you address them as ‘those kids’ again.” The Tall Man stood and defended his family, as he had come to think of them. He made everyone at the table proud.
Bob noticed that the Tall Man and the one thought to be in charge of the group of soldiers weren’t getting off on the right foot. The former president wanted to speak to the Tall Man alone. He didn’t trust this Chess fellow either. Anyone who was supposed to be a soldier in the U.S. Army but who’d sold his allegiance to Holmes and Etheridge for a price wouldn’t balk at it a second time. The stakes were higher now. It wasn’t about money but survival.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to offend anyone.” Chess found the strength to apologize, which no one had expected. “It’s just my manner. Forgive me, Elliot.”
Elliot nodded and smiled briefly before Chess continued. “Anyway, I was about to say that Riley and I can operate a boat, so as long as we find one, we’ll be good.”
“Okay, then another van or motor home or—”
“Bus! How about a bus?” Elliot slapped his hand down on the table. If he’d wanted attention, he got it.
“With the motor home and the Hummer, a bus would work. We’ll only be on the road nine hours at best,” Mulhaven agreed. “Now, what about weapons and ammo?”
“Well, we counted three pumps, two AR-15s, the .22s and about six extra handguns, plus the Weatherby rifle. We lost a few in the truck at the airport.”
Allan wrote it down on his hand.
“I rescued one shotgun and an AR,” Elliot added.
“So add those to what we carry personally, and that’s it.” The Tall Man expressed concern at the low number.
“Ammunition?”
“About twelve hundred in
Until he heard the plane, and saw all those foamers.
A switch was thrown inside his head that told him it was time to leave. When he and the others had reached the airport and saw the thousands of foamers, he understood that the nagging feeling he’d had was a premonition to get the hell out of Dodge while they still could. The Tall Man held the group together, along with Mulhaven and, of course, Elliot, but it took its toll. Since the outbreak, the longest uninterrupted sleep he’d had was about two hours. The hot shower he’d taken when they’d first reached Kath’s had relaxed every muscle in his body, and he looked forward to a good eight hours. The shock of not one but two planes landing, the rescue of the passengers, another escape from foamers, and the cautions from the pilots about runway blockages had combined to make the Tall Man weary; he was human, after all. The proposal of a plane flight to this island sanctuary was—thankfully—suspended, but it still appealed to him.
“As Elliot pointed out to me” the Tall Man made sure to include his younger friend in his discourse—“we’ll need more transportation if we are to get to this island, or at least to the coast. Does anyone have any ideas for how we get from the coast to the island? I assume tickets for the ferry have been withdrawn from sale.”
Kath smirked and reached for his hand. Whatever Elliot and her Chuck had said outside had an effect. He displayed his cheery character once more.
“Well, we discussed that when you checked on those kids.” Chess referred to Elliot, Cindy, and Allan in a way that didn’t go down all that well.
“‘Those kids’ happen to be a very important part of this group, as is everyone here, pal . As a matter of fact, Elliot is the one responsible for getting this group out of Twin Falls alive. Cindy blew the head off a cop with a 12-gauge because he rubbed her the wrong way. So you’ll do well to remember this before you address them as ‘those kids’ again.” The Tall Man stood and defended his family, as he had come to think of them. He made everyone at the table proud.
Bob noticed that the Tall Man and the one thought to be in charge of the group of soldiers weren’t getting off on the right foot. The former president wanted to speak to the Tall Man alone. He didn’t trust this Chess fellow either. Anyone who was supposed to be a soldier in the U.S. Army but who’d sold his allegiance to Holmes and Etheridge for a price wouldn’t balk at it a second time. The stakes were higher now. It wasn’t about money but survival.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to offend anyone.” Chess found the strength to apologize, which no one had expected. “It’s just my manner. Forgive me, Elliot.”
Elliot nodded and smiled briefly before Chess continued. “Anyway, I was about to say that Riley and I can operate a boat, so as long as we find one, we’ll be good.”
“Okay, then another van or motor home or—”
“Bus! How about a bus?” Elliot slapped his hand down on the table. If he’d wanted attention, he got it.
“With the motor home and the Hummer, a bus would work. We’ll only be on the road nine hours at best,” Mulhaven agreed. “Now, what about weapons and ammo?”
“Well, we counted three pumps, two AR-15s, the .22s and about six extra handguns, plus the Weatherby rifle. We lost a few in the truck at the airport.”
Allan wrote it down on his hand.
“I rescued one shotgun and an AR,” Elliot added.
“So add those to what we carry personally, and that’s it.” The Tall Man expressed concern at the low number.
“Ammunition?”
“About twelve hundred in
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