Bug Out! Part 6: Motorhome Mayhem in the Rockies by Robert Boren Read Free Book Online Page B

other?”
    Frank thought about that. “I think they just like to flirt with each other.”
    “I think it’s more than that,” Gabe said.
    The diesel motor in the backhoe fired up, sending off a plume of black smoke, and Jackson maneuvered it around, starting to dig a small hole. It was done before Gabe and Frank got there.
    “That hole isn’t big enough,” Gabe said.
    “This is for Private Jenkins,” Jeb said. “We ain’t gonna bury him in the same hole with that scum.”
    “Oh, right. I agree,” Gabe said.
    The men picked up Private Jenkins carefully, and put him in his grave. They all stood around, taking a last look at him, and removed their hats if they had them on.
    “Goodbye, friend,” Jeb said. The others watched silently.
    “After we get the radios checked out, I’m going to call the guy who was here and see if he can get word to this poor boy’s family,” Frank said. “I’d want to know if I was his father.”
    “Radios?” Charlie asked.
    “Yeah, we’ll tell you guys about it when we get back to the clubhouse. We have some things to talk about.”
    Jackson looked over at Gabe. “You want to take over?”
    “You look like you’re doing fine,” Gabe said. “I don’t mind just supervising.”
    “Good, this is kinda fun.” He started on the large hole, while the other men finished stripping the bodies of their uniforms, and throwing them into the wagon.
    “I should have realized that these people weren’t real army right away,” Jeb said. “Half of them have AK-47s instead of M-16s.”
    “You probably weren’t close enough to pick that up,” Charlie said.
    “How were things in town, Gabe?” Jeb asked.
    “Felt pretty creepy to me. I think a lot of people have left. Traffic was too light.”
    “Is the hospital fully staffed?” Kurt asked.
    “They are a little short on doctors. I think you wife wants to help out there.”
    “I’ll have to talk to her about that. Not so sure I want her making that drive all the time.”
    “I know, I was thinking the same thing,” the Sheriff said. “I’d also hate for her to get followed back here.”
    “Shoot, didn’t think about that,” Gabe said. “Hey Jackson, you’re pretty good with that thing.”
    “It’s like riding a bicycle, I guess,” he shouted above the noise of the engine. He almost had the hole big enough. He was done in a moment, and then he shut off the engine and climbed out to help lift bodies.
    It was then that they heard it. The faint sound of a scratchy voice over a speaker. It was coming from the wrecked helicopter.

Chapter 05 – Body Pit
    “Quiet, everybody,” Jerry said, listening to the scratchy radio sound coming out of the helicopter. He pulled out his smart phone and tapped the audio recorder app. “Stay here. I’m going to sneak up and record it.”
    Frank nodded as the others watched Jerry scurry over to the wreckage. He stuck his phone inside and then stood back, trying to listen. It was hard to make out the words. Frank snuck up next to him and tried to listen too.
    “It’s really hard to hear unless your head is right in there, and there’s bad fumes and heat,” Jerry whispered. “I set my phone in there with the audio recorder on. Hope it doesn’t get too hot. Almost burned my hand putting it in there.”
    They stayed put for several minutes, until the scratchy voice stopped.
    “How long with your phone record?” Frank whispered.
    “A couple hours,” he said.
    “Good, let’s leave it there and go finish up the bodies. If it comes back on we’ll catch it.”
    They started walking back to the group.
    “We can do everything except turn that backhoe on again,” Jerry said. “That makes a lot of noise. It’s possible that it’ll cover what we’re trying to record.”
    “Can they tell our position by the radio or anything else in that chopper?” Charlie asked.
    “I don’t think so, after that fire,” Jerry said. “The radio should be no problem, and any bugs in there would