Bug Out! Part 8: RV Park Terror by Robert Boren Read Free Book Online Page A

on…especially in those trailers out there. We don’t need any fires.”
    “Yeah, you’re right about that,” Gabe said.
    “I’ll go shut off all of the breakers on the power masts,” Terry said. He turned and walked out of the barn.
    “I’ll take a look at the fuel system on the first generator and see if it’s messed up,” Gabe said.
    “I’ll work the other one,” Charlie said. “I know quite a bit about these things too.”
    “Comes with the territory, I guess,” Gabe said, laughing. “We
are
the best people around to fix up a place like this. Howard was right about that.”
    Jerry and Frank were on the other side of the barn, looking at the metal cabinet in the corner. It had a hasp and lock on it. Jerry saw a crowbar leaning up against the work bench. He used it to break the hasp, and then Frank opened the double doors.
    “Satellite,” Frank said. “Probably both modem and TV here. We need to find the dish.”
    “Do these have much bandwidth?”
    “Not great,” Frank said. “This thing is from about 2006. Maybe Jake has something better. A lot depends on the dish. This is a heavy duty unit, so he was probably feeding some Wi-Fi antennas, but I’ll bet it’s slower than molasses in winter time.”
    “Let’s go out around the back of the building. The dish is probably on the roof.”
    Frank nodded, and then went out the front door and around to the back side of the barn.
    “You see any Wi-Fi antennas around when we drove in?”
    “Nope, but I wasn’t looking,” Jerry said. “There were light poles here and there…he might have them there. He might have only had internet in the office and clubhouse too, you know.”
    “Yeah, that’s possible. It’d be okay if he did.”
    “You check the LTE out here, Frank?”
    “No, not yet.” He pulled his phone out of his pocket and looked at it. “A little weak, but it’s there.”
    “Good,” Jerry said. “If worse comes to worse, at least we have some coverage.”
    “Oh, I’m pretty confident that with you, me, Jasmine, and Jake’s supplies, we’ll cobble something together.”
    “Shoot, can’t see on the roof,” Jerry said. “We’ll have to go up there.”
    “I saw a ladder attached to the wall inside, in the middle section by the snowmobiles, which went all the way up. There might be a trap door.”
    “Hope it doesn’t have a padlock on it. Working with a crow bar that high up doesn’t sound like fun.”
    “You afraid of heights?” Frank asked.
    “A little. Never used to be. Must come with age.”
    “Yeah, well, I’m a little bit afraid too. I don’t know if I’ll be able to function up there or not,” Frank said.
    “Maybe Terry could help. He’s still young, and Jasmine’s pretty good with heights too. A lot better than I am.”
    “Maybe,” Frank said.
    “I’m okay to climb up the ladder inside, though,” he said. “If the dish is close enough to the trap door, I can probably get to it. It’s not a steep roof.”
    “Alright, let’s do it,” Frank said. They walked back into the barn and over to the middle back wall.
    “Wish I had some gloves,” Jerry said, looking up at the ladder.
    “I saw some over on the work bench,” Frank said. “They’re probably a little dusty.”
    “I can take dusty. I just don’t want to cut my hands on that metal ladder.” He trotted over to the workbench, found the gloves, and came back over. “These are perfect, nice thick leather.”
    He started up the ladder, with Frank watching from below. It was a long climb. He got to the top and looked at the trap door.
    “Locked?” Frank asked.
    “Nope,” Jerry said. “It’s just got a latch on it. Might be a little tight. He reached over and tried to turn it. “Yeah, it’s tight. I need some channel locks or something like that.”
    “I’ll go find some,” Frank said. He went over to the workbench and started looking in the drawers below the work surface. He found channel locks and pliers in the third drawer he