Bug Out! Part 3: Motorhome Madness (15 page)

There was a pile of AK-47s, grenades, ammo, and three mortars with boxes of shells sitting next to the gate.

“Nice haul,” Major Hobbs said. “Before we leave I’ll make sure several of your folks know how to operate those mortars.”

“Wonder if we’ll get hit again today?” asked Frank.

“I doubt it, but this isn’t over.”

Frank’s cell phone rang. The two men looked at each other and smiled. Frank pulled it out of his pocket and saw it was the Sheriff.

“Frank?”

“Sheriff, how’s it going back there?”

“No more problems. The cell towers are back up. They just called me a few minutes ago and let me know.”

“Wow that was quick.”

“Just cut wires, apparently. They didn’t bust up the tower or anything like that.”

“How are you and the Deputy holding up there?”

“Fine. I think the army is wrapping things up down below. They got the tank moved to the back of the parking area, pointing outward. If anybody tries coming down that driveway, they won’t have a good day.”

“Good. Did they block off the driveway with those trucks yet?”

“No, Jerry told them to hold up on that. He thinks we should have an escape route out of here.”

“Great minds think alike,” Frank said. “I was going to suggest that too.”

“They tracked one guy…..it was a wounded fighter that had tried to walk away. He bled out…..was dead before Jerry and the private found him. Doesn’t sound like anybody else escaped.”

“Good. We were damn lucky,” Frank said. “We weren’t so lucky up here.”

“What happened?”

“The other Major got killed, by plants in his own force. It happened right as some bad guys were trying to get more troop transport trucks up to the front of the park. It was a coordinated effort.”

“Sorry to hear that. I’ll bet Charlie and Jeb stopped those trucks.”

“Good guess. We got a good haul of supplies. More AK-47s and ammo, some mortars, and some other stuff.”

“Good. I’m going to get off now, need to make some more calls into town. I’ll get back to you.”

“Alright, thanks, Sheriff.”

Frank hung up the phone and put it in his pocket.

“Who fixed the cell tower?” asked Major Hobbs.

“Somebody in town. Apparently all the bad guys did was cut a few wires. They didn’t knock the whole tower down.”

“Good. Wonder if there is anybody in town that could guard it?”

“Don’t know. I’ll mention that to the Sheriff the next time I talk to him. He might already be on that. He said he had to call some people in town.”

“How big is that town, anyway?”

“You know, I have no idea,” Frank said. “I haven’t been there myself yet. The Doc would know. Why?”

“I’m just wondering why they would bother messing with an RV park when there is a nice town nearby, that’s all.”

“Well, I used to think it was because of spooky dude,” Frank said.

“Who’s spooky dude?”

“Officer Simmons,” Frank said. “I don’t know what to think now, though. It doesn’t appear that the militia and the Islamists are still working together.”

“Oh, yeah, I remember now. You shot that guy on the way out of Williams.”

“What do you know about him?” Frank asked.

“Not much more than rumors. That idiot Franklin P. whatever said that he was the main reason he lost control of the Williams militia, but I don’t trust what that guy says.”

There was more metallic screeching, and the last of the trucks was now out of the road. The privates got into the Humvees and drove back through the gate.

“All done, sir,” one of the Privates said as he walked up.

“Good. Could you guys move the booty into the clubhouse, please? Stack it on one of the tables, and then find out who knows the most about how the mortars operate. We’ll need to train some of these civilians on them.”

“Yes sir,” he said, and he turned and walked over to the other privates. They got to work hauling things into the clubhouse.”

“How much longer are you guys going to stick around?” Frank asked. They were walking back towards the clubhouse.

“I don’t know. I’ll have to get in touch with the CO and tell him what happened here. That’s next on my list of things to do. It’s not going to be fun. Darcy and the CO went way back.”

One of the privates came running up.

“Major, somebody is trying to get you on the radio,” he said.

“Thanks, private.” He ran over to his Humvee and answered.

Frank continued on to the clubhouse, but the Major caught him at the door.

“That was the CO. He said a CIA guy is coming over right now to talk with us. He ought to be here any minute.”

“Alright, maybe he’s got some helpful info,” Frank said.

“Hell, those folks don’t give info, they take info,” the Major said. He laughed. They both heard a car coming. It was an Arizona State Police car. It drove through the gate and over to where they were standing.

“Major Hobbs?”

“Yes,” he said.

“Your CO just called you about me, correct?”

“Yes, CIA, right?”

“Yes. We need to talk.” He got out of the car, and Frank finally got a good look at his face. It was Officer Simmons.

To be continued in Bug Out Part 4. Available Now!

Bugout! Part 3
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Robert G Boren is a writer from the South Bay section of Southern California. He writes Short Stories, Novels, and Serialized Fiction. Most of his work is about people from the South Bay.