Bug Out! Part 4: Mortars and Motorhomes Read Free

my CO about him.”
    “Good. See you in a bit, Major.”
    Frank slipped his phone back into his pocket.
    “They are on their way here in a few minutes,” Frank said. “The Major is starting to be a little leery of him.”
    “Did he say why?” asked Earl.
    “No, but I’d say let’s keep our guard up,” Frank said.
    “Maybe we should disperse a little bit,” the Sheriff said. “If this guy is going to try anything, I’d prefer that we aren’t all bunched up in here. It’s a death trap.”
    “You’re right, Sheriff,” Frank said. “Who stays up here?”
    “I will,” Jerry said. “Sheriff, I’d switch over to that shotgun.”
    “Yes, I think that’s a good idea,” the Sheriff said. Everybody but Jerry climbed down the ladder and spread around. Jerry checked his magazine and cocked his AK-47.
    “Jane, go back to the clubhouse,” Frank said.
    “No,” she said, automatically.
    “If anything happens, I’ll do better if I’m not worried about you,” Frank said. He hugged her. “Go. You can leave Lucy here.”
    “Alright, Frank. You be careful.” She went back to the gate and slipped inside the park.
    After a few minutes, Lucy looked towards the back of the park and growled quietly.
    “Here they come,” Jerry said quietly.
    Major Hobbs led the way through the gate, with Officer Simmons following, looking warily in all directions.
    “Something making you nervous, Simmons?” asked the Major.
    “There’s been a lot of action back here, that’s all,” he said.
    “How long have you been with the agency?” the Major asked.
    “Hmmm, let me think. About nine and a half years,” he said.
    “Really, you don’t know to the day, huh? Most of the agents I’ve worked with know it like their birthday.”
    Officer Simmons didn’t answer.
    “Sheriff, we’re coming back,” Major Hobbs shouted.
    “We see you,” the Sheriff said.
    “Have your men come out,” Officer Simmons said. “I want to talk to them.”
    “Alright, guys, show yourselves,” the Major said.
    Frank walked out behind a tree, Lucy by his side. She was still growling just a little bit. Then the Sheriff walked out, holding the shotgun.
    “Who’s in the blind now?” asked the Major.
    “I am, Major,” Jerry said. “Jerry.”
    “Good,” he said. “You can hear from there, right?”
    “Sure,” Jerry said.
    Earl and Jackson came out last, and cautiously looked forward.
    “You didn’t tell me those guys were here,” Officer Simmons said. He put his hand down by his side arm.
    “They’ve been with the group a while now,” Frank said. “They escaped the Williams Militia.”
    “I’m going to have to arrest these two and take them with me,” Officer Simmons said.
    “Oh, no you won’t,” the Major said.
    “You aren’t going to stop me,” Officer Simmons said. Then he pulled his side arm out of it’s holster.
    “Freeze!” said the Sheriff. “Or I’ll cut you in half.” He had the 12 gauge pointed right at him.
    “Better drop it, Officer Simmons,” Jerry said from up in the blind, chuckling. “That vest ain’t gonna to protect you from a shotgun blast to the face.”

Chapter 2 – Chopper Transport
    “Well, what now, Major?” asked Officer Simmons. “It will be a pleasure to end your career.”
    Jerry laughed from up in the blind.
    “You’re no CIA agent, traitor. And now you’ve got four rifles and a shotgun pointed at you. Please don’t drop the gun.”
    Officer Simmons looked around at all the guns pointed at him. Then he shook his head and threw his pistol to the ground.
    “Sheriff, you got your handcuffs on you?” asked Major Hobbs.
    “Sure as hell do,” he said. “Everybody keep this jerk covered. I’ll cuff him and frisk him.”
    The Sheriff handed the shotgun to his Deputy, who had snuck around behind him in the bushes.
    “If he tries anything, blast him,” the Sheriff said. He walked over to Officer Simmons, spun him around, and got his hands behind his back. Then he put the cuffs