A story,,,,,
Kurt's muscles ached from being crouched in that position, in those bushes, for so long, but it took 3 long days to get to that camp and he wasn't gonna blow it now. Darkness blanketed him and the humidity smothered him. Sweat streaked his camo paint. A single large drop of sweat trickled down his back. He shivered and fought the urge to reach back, but he dare not, as guards were patrolling nearby. He was gonna get to his buddies if it's the last thing he does (his group leaves nobody behind). He VERY quitely took his weapon off safe. The click sounded like a clap. When he saw his moment, he crept out of the bushes towards the wire cage. He couldn't see anything in there at first... it was too dark, but then, out of the darkness, he saw two yellow eyes and the gaunt face drift towards him. He froze, he didn't recognize the 'ghost'. "Charley?", he whispered. He heard a noise behind him. "Gringo die!!" He turned to see the big hole of a muzzle. BANG!!
He sprang up in bed with a gulp of air, he was soaking wet. Damn! Another dream. He'd been having those dreams since he got back. He wondered if they'd ever stop. Most times it wasn't so bad, but lately they've been gettin' worse. He was wide awake, so he got up, walked over and opened the fridge, reached in to get a beer, but the cold from the fridge felt so good, he stepped closer and just stood there, in his skivvies. He checked his watch. The luminous dial told him it was 2am. He thought of his dream and caught a chill, so he grabbed a beer and closed the fridge. He plopped down on the couch, took a big swig and picked up the cigarette pack. He looked at it...man he wanted one so bad, but he put it down. He promised his kid he'd quit. It meant more now since they weren't there. They were 500 miles away and he had to get home.
He'd been out of town working. His company sent him to a job in Birmingham and put him up in a hotel. A highrise, downtown. 54 stories, all glass exterior. $5 mil exterior and interior glass contract. Things were the usual SNAFU and they sent him there to try and straighten it out, 'cause that's what he did, but , as usual, he got there behind the 8 ball- they were behind schedule and over budget and the contractor was threatening to throw them off the job and hire another sub. So Kurt was sent in to try and save the huge contract. Kurt's first job was to fire the current Super and take the reins. This usually bought them time to get the job back on schedule( along with rolling up the sleeves and getting involved in day to day activities and seeing how to make the job most efficient). Kurt hated firing folks, but dang it, they just weren't doing their job. Besides, they paid him very well, put him up in a fine hotel and paid a generous per diem.
That allowed him to finance that "getaway" in the mountains in eastern KY, with all the goodies to get off the grid and such. Kurt had found an old blasting depot, used in coal mining. They'd hollowed out a hill and stored the explosives inside the rock. At the very bottom, was hollwed out enough for large trucks to drive into. An elevator ran up thru the middle of the hill and rooms had been hollowed out on both sides. At the very top was another large, single room, usually used for office space. They'd dug in and converted the old depot into a self sustained living space, making the individual rooms ( going up the elevator) into bedrooms and the top room into the living/dining/kitchen the side of a huge hill and had several living/storage spaces that were connected together, but then, all covered up with natural surroundings. In fact, if somebody walked thru the woods, they'd never see it, just underbrush, rocks and trees going up the side of a big hill.
Security was important to him, so he paid particular attention to that. He had state of the art cameras and motion detectors scattered hidden all throughout the trees and up the hill and 50 yds surrounding the hill. If anything moved within 100 yds of his place, he'd know about it and have a video of it. This not only helped for security, but helped him find game. But first, he had to get home.
There's a cat 5 Hurricane ( Obama) in the Gulf and heading towards land, nobobdy knows for sure where it'll hit landfall. It was huge...it filled the Gulf. Huge fuel storage tanks in Tampa and Norfolk are on fire. Kurt had flown into Birmingham, with his clothes, laptop, 1911 and Remmy 11-87, 12 ga., Vang comped, extended tube, lite, side saddle, (all the bells and whistles) and rented a truck ( always a Ford f-250 kingcab 4WD) on a company credit card ( with very deep pockets), in order to do whatever it took to turn that job around( he always fought with accounting as to his expenses and they never understood, but still , he had to "talk the talk"). He was sure there was a SHTF scenario. Kurt speculated that terrorist cells all over the Country have used the cat 5 Hurricane to activate and have attacked Govt offices and set off bombs all over the Country. He shuddered at the thought. How soon before Martial Law. How many NG and military troops are being deployed. Kurt imagined that traveling across the country would be a challenge.
Kurt's muscles ached from being crouched in that position, in those bushes, for so long, but it took 3 long days to get to that camp and he wasn't gonna blow it now. Darkness blanketed him and the humidity smothered him. Sweat streaked his camo paint. A single large drop of sweat trickled down his back. He shivered and fought the urge to reach back, but he dare not, as guards were patrolling nearby. He was gonna get to his buddies if it's the last thing he does (his group leaves nobody behind). He VERY quitely took his weapon off safe. The click sounded like a clap. When he saw his moment, he crept out of the bushes towards the wire cage. He couldn't see anything in there at first... it was too dark, but then, out of the darkness, he saw two yellow eyes and the gaunt face drift towards him. He froze, he didn't recognize the 'ghost'. "Charley?", he whispered. He heard a noise behind him. "Gringo die!!" He turned to see the big hole of a muzzle. BANG!!
He sprang up in bed with a gulp of air, he was soaking wet. Damn! Another dream. He'd been having those dreams since he got back. He wondered if they'd ever stop. Most times it wasn't so bad, but lately they've been gettin' worse. He was wide awake, so he got up, walked over and opened the fridge, reached in to get a beer, but the cold from the fridge felt so good, he stepped closer and just stood there, in his skivvies. He checked his watch. The luminous dial told him it was 2am. He thought of his dream and caught a chill, so he grabbed a beer and closed the fridge. He plopped down on the couch, took a big swig and picked up the cigarette pack. He looked at it...man he wanted one so bad, but he put it down. He promised his kid he'd quit. It meant more now since they weren't there. They were 500 miles away and he had to get home.
He'd been out of town working. His company sent him to a job in Birmingham and put him up in a hotel. A highrise, downtown. 54 stories, all glass exterior. $5 mil exterior and interior glass contract. Things were the usual SNAFU and they sent him there to try and straighten it out, 'cause that's what he did, but , as usual, he got there behind the 8 ball- they were behind schedule and over budget and the contractor was threatening to throw them off the job and hire another sub. So Kurt was sent in to try and save the huge contract. Kurt's first job was to fire the current Super and take the reins. This usually bought them time to get the job back on schedule( along with rolling up the sleeves and getting involved in day to day activities and seeing how to make the job most efficient). Kurt hated firing folks, but dang it, they just weren't doing their job. Besides, they paid him very well, put him up in a fine hotel and paid a generous per diem.
That allowed him to finance that "getaway" in the mountains in eastern KY, with all the goodies to get off the grid and such. Kurt had found an old blasting depot, used in coal mining. They'd hollowed out a hill and stored the explosives inside the rock. At the very bottom, was hollwed out enough for large trucks to drive into. An elevator ran up thru the middle of the hill and rooms had been hollowed out on both sides. At the very top was another large, single room, usually used for office space. They'd dug in and converted the old depot into a self sustained living space, making the individual rooms ( going up the elevator) into bedrooms and the top room into the living/dining/kitchen the side of a huge hill and had several living/storage spaces that were connected together, but then, all covered up with natural surroundings. In fact, if somebody walked thru the woods, they'd never see it, just underbrush, rocks and trees going up the side of a big hill.
Security was important to him, so he paid particular attention to that. He had state of the art cameras and motion detectors scattered hidden all throughout the trees and up the hill and 50 yds surrounding the hill. If anything moved within 100 yds of his place, he'd know about it and have a video of it. This not only helped for security, but helped him find game. But first, he had to get home.
There's a cat 5 Hurricane ( Obama) in the Gulf and heading towards land, nobobdy knows for sure where it'll hit landfall. It was huge...it filled the Gulf. Huge fuel storage tanks in Tampa and Norfolk are on fire. Kurt had flown into Birmingham, with his clothes, laptop, 1911 and Remmy 11-87, 12 ga., Vang comped, extended tube, lite, side saddle, (all the bells and whistles) and rented a truck ( always a Ford f-250 kingcab 4WD) on a company credit card ( with very deep pockets), in order to do whatever it took to turn that job around( he always fought with accounting as to his expenses and they never understood, but still , he had to "talk the talk"). He was sure there was a SHTF scenario. Kurt speculated that terrorist cells all over the Country have used the cat 5 Hurricane to activate and have attacked Govt offices and set off bombs all over the Country. He shuddered at the thought. How soon before Martial Law. How many NG and military troops are being deployed. Kurt imagined that traveling across the country would be a challenge.
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