buildings on the upper middle portion of the complex.
“Yeah, probably going to make some little lights ,” offered Bill.
Chris said, “The two morons on watch are totally worthless, and haven’t been relieved yet.
Wade said, “The right side of the school consists of a large building that appears to be the auditorium. There are three buildings in the middle—probably classrooms. There was one man on watch at the main entrance, but he was sound asleep.
“The left side is a hodge-podge of buildings that may or may not be part of the school complex,” said Randal. “A building—probably a classroom—just above the football field, generated a lot of activity. Might be their HQ. Let’s pack it in for the night. Bill, you have the first watch. Reveille is at 0600.”
It was still dark at 0600 when Bill told them the three tangos on watch were relieved at 0400, and their replacements promptly fell asleep.
At 0730, Chris reported movement a mile to the northeast of the school. “It looks like a patrol returning with some captives. I make it eight Tangos and four captives; two men and two women roped together.”
The complex had already sprung to life as the incoming group made its way to the football field. Like ants, members of The Light swarmed out of the buildings and assembled on the field.
“I think breakfast is about to be served,” muttered Bill.
The captives were put on stage and the members of The Light assembled below, chanting and waving their arms.
“Sure wish we could hear what they’re saying,” said Wade.
Chris said, “Does it matter? They’re probably calling dibs on cuts of meat.”
“Regardless, this is FUBAR,” muttered Bill.
Randal suggested they’d know what was going on shortly, and they settled in to watch.
Within minutes, the field was packed with cannibals and Wade estimated the group did, indeed, number about eight hundred. A man dressed in military fatigues and wearing a US Cavalry Stetson appeared on stage and held up his hand for silence. The group went quiet.
“My guess is that’s Paul Justice,” whispered Randal.
Moments later, the crowd began an increasingly louder chant.
“You’re right, Randal,” said Bill. “They’re chanting ‘Justice.’”
Justice pointed to the left side of the football field where a man in a red cowboy hat and a woman dressed in black leather stood waiting.
“Saadeh and Lutrova,” said Wade.
Standing behind them was a giant. “That’s gotta be Aziz. Man, he is a big motherfucker,” said Bill.
The crowd, seeing Saadeh and Lutrova, began another chant, which could clearly be heard at the hide. As the entourage began to walk towards the stage, the mob began screaming, “Saadeh, Saadeh, Saadeh !”
“I think I saw this movie,” said Bill.
“What was the name of it?” asked Randal.
“I can’t remember, but the good guys pop the assholes with the cowboy hats, shoot the giant in the nuts, and then…damn, Gator was right. She is one good lookin bitch.”
When they got to the stage, Saadeh and Lutrova moved to stand in the middle. Holding up both hands for quiet, Saadeh spoke to them for a few minutes, and when he finished, they started to disperse.
Moments later, Wade whispered, “Heads up, five o’clock.”
A runner was approaching the stage waving his arms. When the man got to the stage, he talked to Justice and then nodded several times, turned, and double timed it to one of the buildings in the school complex. Justice turned and had a brief conversation with Saadeh and Lutrova, who abruptly left the stage with Aziz following. Justice remained on the stage, but was soon joined by eight armed men.
Randal said, “My guess is they’ve realized Gator’s patrol didn’t come back and these guys are going out to find them.”
The men did appear to be getting instructions, and when Justice stopped talking, they departed toward the highway that would lead them to Fort-T.
Randal said, “It’s 0900. We
“Yeah, probably going to make some little lights ,” offered Bill.
Chris said, “The two morons on watch are totally worthless, and haven’t been relieved yet.
Wade said, “The right side of the school consists of a large building that appears to be the auditorium. There are three buildings in the middle—probably classrooms. There was one man on watch at the main entrance, but he was sound asleep.
“The left side is a hodge-podge of buildings that may or may not be part of the school complex,” said Randal. “A building—probably a classroom—just above the football field, generated a lot of activity. Might be their HQ. Let’s pack it in for the night. Bill, you have the first watch. Reveille is at 0600.”
It was still dark at 0600 when Bill told them the three tangos on watch were relieved at 0400, and their replacements promptly fell asleep.
At 0730, Chris reported movement a mile to the northeast of the school. “It looks like a patrol returning with some captives. I make it eight Tangos and four captives; two men and two women roped together.”
The complex had already sprung to life as the incoming group made its way to the football field. Like ants, members of The Light swarmed out of the buildings and assembled on the field.
“I think breakfast is about to be served,” muttered Bill.
The captives were put on stage and the members of The Light assembled below, chanting and waving their arms.
“Sure wish we could hear what they’re saying,” said Wade.
Chris said, “Does it matter? They’re probably calling dibs on cuts of meat.”
“Regardless, this is FUBAR,” muttered Bill.
Randal suggested they’d know what was going on shortly, and they settled in to watch.
Within minutes, the field was packed with cannibals and Wade estimated the group did, indeed, number about eight hundred. A man dressed in military fatigues and wearing a US Cavalry Stetson appeared on stage and held up his hand for silence. The group went quiet.
“My guess is that’s Paul Justice,” whispered Randal.
Moments later, the crowd began an increasingly louder chant.
“You’re right, Randal,” said Bill. “They’re chanting ‘Justice.’”
Justice pointed to the left side of the football field where a man in a red cowboy hat and a woman dressed in black leather stood waiting.
“Saadeh and Lutrova,” said Wade.
Standing behind them was a giant. “That’s gotta be Aziz. Man, he is a big motherfucker,” said Bill.
The crowd, seeing Saadeh and Lutrova, began another chant, which could clearly be heard at the hide. As the entourage began to walk towards the stage, the mob began screaming, “Saadeh, Saadeh, Saadeh !”
“I think I saw this movie,” said Bill.
“What was the name of it?” asked Randal.
“I can’t remember, but the good guys pop the assholes with the cowboy hats, shoot the giant in the nuts, and then…damn, Gator was right. She is one good lookin bitch.”
When they got to the stage, Saadeh and Lutrova moved to stand in the middle. Holding up both hands for quiet, Saadeh spoke to them for a few minutes, and when he finished, they started to disperse.
Moments later, Wade whispered, “Heads up, five o’clock.”
A runner was approaching the stage waving his arms. When the man got to the stage, he talked to Justice and then nodded several times, turned, and double timed it to one of the buildings in the school complex. Justice turned and had a brief conversation with Saadeh and Lutrova, who abruptly left the stage with Aziz following. Justice remained on the stage, but was soon joined by eight armed men.
Randal said, “My guess is they’ve realized Gator’s patrol didn’t come back and these guys are going out to find them.”
The men did appear to be getting instructions, and when Justice stopped talking, they departed toward the highway that would lead them to Fort-T.
Randal said, “It’s 0900. We
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