Bug Out! Part 11: Motorhomes on the Dark Road by Robert Boren Page A

end up having to stay here for a while, we should get a van,” Scott said.
    “That garage big enough for one?” Howard asked.
    “Yeah,” Scott said. “We’d have to clean it out though. It’s a friggin mess, and there’s an old station wagon in there, too.”
    “Really?” Bailey asked. “It doesn’t have any artifacts from the Torso murders, does it?”
    “Good question,” Scott said. “It might. We’ll have to take some time out there, after we’ve seen the rest of the movies in the dungeon.”
    “We going to take movies of our own?” Bailey asked, eyes wide with excitement.
    “Sure, we might as well add to the legacy,” Scott said.
    “Yeah, well just remember the danger of doing that,” Howard said. “Your dad had all kinds of that stuff. Film and VHS. I helped him take it to a storage unit, to get it away from the park. We’d be toast if anybody saw it.”
    Scott laughed. “It’s not in the storage unit anymore.”
    Howard got a worried look on his face. “You brought it here?”
    “No, dummy, it’s at the Kansas RV Park, down in the dungeon with the rest of the artifacts.”
    “Son of a bitch,” Howard said. “I can’t go back there now.”
    “Why not?” Scott asked.
    “What do you mean, why not? I’m in some of those old 35 mm films.”
    “I wouldn’t worry too much about that,” Scott said. “You were a lot younger. You didn’t look the same. I didn’t see you in any of the VHS tapes.”
    “I got smarter as I got older, so I’m not on any of the VHS tapes,” Howard said. “Kurt will recognize me on those old films. I’ve known him since that time, dumbass.”
    “You’re assuming they watched them,” Scott said.
    “Yeah, you’re damn right I am,” Howard said. “This is really bad. I can’t go back to my truck stop now. Not ever. Didn’t you think about that?”
    “I didn’t know you had friends that old,” Scott said, deep in thought. “We’re going to have to kill all the interlopers and remove the artifacts.”
    “Yeah, right,” Howard said. “How the hell are we gonna do that?”
    “I don’t know,” he said. “But I’ll think of something. Better call Sherry. Oh, and by the way, she’s on the VHS tapes. Nasty stuff. Use that.”
    “She’s gonna split,” Howard said. “I would if I were her. Even if we don’t get back there, the folks in that park will eventually show the dungeon to the police. They’re going to see her. You too.”
    “I’m still dead, remember,” Scott said, smiling.
    “Okay, I get that,” Howard said. “I’m still worried about Sherry. She’ll split.”
    “Don’t be so sure,” Scott said. “She knows we’ll find her, and she doesn’t want to lose her grandma’s property. It’s probably all she has.”
    “We should watch for her property to be listed,” Howard said. “She’ll take off with the money if she can sell out. Hell, I ought to put my truck stop up for sale. Now. I’ve had offers in the past.”
    Scott was deep in thought again. Bailey was watching and listening, but getting anxious.
    “Hey, guys, we have plenty of time to figure that out,” she said. “Let’s go on the hunt.”
    “She’s right, Howie,” Scott said. “I think better when I’ve been satisfied. Let’s go.”
    “Alright,” Howard said, standing up. “You’ll have to watch for me when I back out of there. That alley is a little tight.”

    ***

    General Hogan came into the clubhouse. “You guys know where George and Malcolm are?”
    “They’re out in the barn, on that work bench that we used to sit at,” Heidi said. “Why?”
    “Something just happened. Hey, Frank, why don’t you come along too?”
    “Sure, just let me save this,” Frank said.
    “What are you working on?” he asked.
    “Phone apps for our early warning system,” he said.
    “Oh. Figures. I’ll let you get back to it pretty soon.”
    Frank got up, and the two men walked over to the barn.
    “Hey, guys,” the general said. George and