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slamming of vehicle doors and people talked in low tones if at all.
Individual MultiCam clad people came over offering MRE's from their own personal stocks to Trudy's clan of seven and the two girls. Reminding himself there is no such thing as a free lunch; Beacon declined the proffered MRE and dined alone on his canned goods.
Beacon slept alone in his camper and was just lacing up his boots at dawn when a sentry raised the alarm.
Again the LLC reacted more like a military organization than a bunch of civilians playing with guns and off road vehicles. All sentries remained at their posts and, more importantly, continued to watch their areas of responsibility. There was no confusion as each vehicle's occupants took up firing positions beside, under (and in Barbie's case in the turret atop) their vehicles; the area of responsibility and field of fire of each vehicle's occupants clearly being the area beyond the vehicle.
Beacon's analogy of sleeping among porcupines came to mind as, in his mind, the circular corral of vehicles with rifle barrels sticking out in every direction resembled a porcupine. If whatever had caused the sentry to raise the alarm was a feint designed to draw the defenders away from the real intended point of attack the attackers would be badly surprised when the made their move.
Doc and the board of directors met at the Sergeant of the Guard's post and received his report. Not having MultiCams Trudy's sons were instructed to shadow their mentors "like a Siamese twin". With no duties assigned Beacon was free to roam, but chose not to because anyone inside the perimeter not wearing MultiCam might be mistaken for an enemy and he didn't want to cause confusion or get shot. Instead he climbed up on top of his camper and took a look at the cause for all the commotion through his rifle scope.
Romeos and Juliets
It was a military HMMWV up-armored like Doc’s, but painted desert tan and sporting what looked like machine gun in the turret.
The vehicle slowly glided to a halt about a hundred yards away and two young men got out. One of them was wearing a pistol on his belt. He kicked the vehicle’s tire. Beacon volunteered to go out and talk to them.
Leaving his rifle with Trudy, Beacon picked up an unopened MRE and, tucking it inside the wolves' fur of his coat, walked out to the stalled Humvee carefully keeping his hands at his sides palms facing the young men.
“Problems?”
“Yeah, y’all wouldn’t have some gas to spare would you?”
“What are you boys doing out here?” Beacon avoided answering one question by asking another.
“Looking for Tina and Becky, some outlaw bikers burned down half the town and took our girls while we were over in Lewisville gettin’ this truck and we’re going to get’m back.”
“Somebody gave you this?” Beacon asked incredulously.
“Not exactly” said the blonde boy looking away, “we sort’a borrowed it while Mayor White and Captain Calhoun and their boys were fighting over Lewisville's National Guard armory. There was a whole lot of shootin’ and we just sort’a drove off while they were busy fightin' each other.”
“What have you got to trade for the gas?” Beacon was careful to use their word for fuel since the boys seemed unaware that military Humvees used diesel.
“You can have some of the bullets in the truck,” volunteered the brown haired boy, “we won't need all of them, just enough to scare them bikers into letting our girls go.”
“Mind if I take a look?” Beacon asked as he thrust his head in the open door without waiting for an answer. A Ruger 10/22 and some clothes were in the front of the vehicle.
The gun in the turret was indeed an M60 machine gun which fired the 7.62×51mm NATO round which meant it fired virtually the same cartridge as his .308 Winchester M1A rifles and the
Individual MultiCam clad people came over offering MRE's from their own personal stocks to Trudy's clan of seven and the two girls. Reminding himself there is no such thing as a free lunch; Beacon declined the proffered MRE and dined alone on his canned goods.
Beacon slept alone in his camper and was just lacing up his boots at dawn when a sentry raised the alarm.
Again the LLC reacted more like a military organization than a bunch of civilians playing with guns and off road vehicles. All sentries remained at their posts and, more importantly, continued to watch their areas of responsibility. There was no confusion as each vehicle's occupants took up firing positions beside, under (and in Barbie's case in the turret atop) their vehicles; the area of responsibility and field of fire of each vehicle's occupants clearly being the area beyond the vehicle.
Beacon's analogy of sleeping among porcupines came to mind as, in his mind, the circular corral of vehicles with rifle barrels sticking out in every direction resembled a porcupine. If whatever had caused the sentry to raise the alarm was a feint designed to draw the defenders away from the real intended point of attack the attackers would be badly surprised when the made their move.
Doc and the board of directors met at the Sergeant of the Guard's post and received his report. Not having MultiCams Trudy's sons were instructed to shadow their mentors "like a Siamese twin". With no duties assigned Beacon was free to roam, but chose not to because anyone inside the perimeter not wearing MultiCam might be mistaken for an enemy and he didn't want to cause confusion or get shot. Instead he climbed up on top of his camper and took a look at the cause for all the commotion through his rifle scope.
Romeos and Juliets
It was a military HMMWV up-armored like Doc’s, but painted desert tan and sporting what looked like machine gun in the turret.
The vehicle slowly glided to a halt about a hundred yards away and two young men got out. One of them was wearing a pistol on his belt. He kicked the vehicle’s tire. Beacon volunteered to go out and talk to them.
Leaving his rifle with Trudy, Beacon picked up an unopened MRE and, tucking it inside the wolves' fur of his coat, walked out to the stalled Humvee carefully keeping his hands at his sides palms facing the young men.
“Problems?”
“Yeah, y’all wouldn’t have some gas to spare would you?”
“What are you boys doing out here?” Beacon avoided answering one question by asking another.
“Looking for Tina and Becky, some outlaw bikers burned down half the town and took our girls while we were over in Lewisville gettin’ this truck and we’re going to get’m back.”
“Somebody gave you this?” Beacon asked incredulously.
“Not exactly” said the blonde boy looking away, “we sort’a borrowed it while Mayor White and Captain Calhoun and their boys were fighting over Lewisville's National Guard armory. There was a whole lot of shootin’ and we just sort’a drove off while they were busy fightin' each other.”
“What have you got to trade for the gas?” Beacon was careful to use their word for fuel since the boys seemed unaware that military Humvees used diesel.
“You can have some of the bullets in the truck,” volunteered the brown haired boy, “we won't need all of them, just enough to scare them bikers into letting our girls go.”
“Mind if I take a look?” Beacon asked as he thrust his head in the open door without waiting for an answer. A Ruger 10/22 and some clothes were in the front of the vehicle.
The gun in the turret was indeed an M60 machine gun which fired the 7.62×51mm NATO round which meant it fired virtually the same cartridge as his .308 Winchester M1A rifles and the
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