The Orphans (Book 5): Civil War by Mike Evans Read Free Book Online

do drills per magazine standing, kneeling, and laying down. Clary and Aslin had told them that in times of war the perfect, most comfortable shot was a blessing and absolutely nothing was guaranteed. When the class was over the teens put their rifles back into the racks. Greg whistled to Hammond and McQuaig as they followed the rest out. Hammond took it wrong immediately and held up his hands.
    “Look, Greg, I just cleaned all those last week. There’s a shit ton of people here, there’s no reason that I have to be bitch boy and clean them all. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to do it.”
    Greg smiled knowing that he was going to make Hammond’s day and make him out to feel like an ass. He said, “It could be a million people as smart as you Hammond that could handle it, I don’t pick you because I’m trying to punish you. I’m picking you because I don’t want to do it myself. Besides, you’ve been doing it longer than all the kids, and at this point you’re probably twice as fast as any of them, and on top of all that you do a better job. You want to have a bunch of those kids cleaning the rifles that don’t understand what they’re doing then just say so.”
    Hammond didn’t say anything he just turned sulking and walking to the racks ready to spend the rest of his day stripping the rifles down to barebones, cleaning and reassembling them. He actually felt privileged after the incident a few months ago that they still trusted him with a gun. Greg said, “Dude, I'm screwing with you come back.”
    “So, I don’t have to clean the guns?”
    “No, you do need to clean them, but first we’re going out on a run with Aslin. We thought that you and McQuaig might like to go with, anyone interested in a pass?”
    McQuaig was already walking forward nodding yes before knowing where they were going. She said, “Hell yes, I want to leave. What if we find a bunch of people to bring back; are we going to go looking for people? The last few groups that we’ve found have been awesome.”
    Greg shrugged, “I don’t think we’re going to look for people. Aslin has some projects that he wants to work on. I have a feeling the next time that we leave we’re going to be looking for the living, but it's going to be to see if there is a threat with those people we found in Johnston.”
    McQuaig said, “Those guns being silenced are going to make that easy,” McQuaig said, “if and when we need them of course.”
    Shaun said, “I have a feeling we’ll need them. As far away as we could be with these, I think that they’ll be long dead or they will hole up somewhere hiding when they realize they’re fighting a losing battle.”
    Greg explained, “We don’t know anything about them, Shaun, except that they didn’t expect to run into a teenager with a machine gun. I mean, can you imagine they probably thought they hit pay dirt when they saw all the gear you had? More than likely figured you'd stolen it from someone and that you didn’t know how to use it.”
    “Well, if they’d have been looking at the street in front of them when they pulled up and saw how many of the Turned I took out they probably would have an entirely new approach towards me.”
    “Yeah, you are right; they probably would have just shot you in the head and left you for a meal after taking your shit.” Greg said, “The same reason Aslin yells about safety switches and their importance on guns is the same reason that he says repeatedly how stupid it is to go off on our own. I think I’ve heard his speech about how watching your back is a two man job enough times that I'm never going to forget it.”
    Shaun said, “Yeah, I get it, Greg. How many times have I left since we got back from that? I remember being pretty motivated to kill when I did not think that Ellie was ever going to get better. I think it was basically kill as many of the Turned as I could, or try to figure out a way to deal with the stuff in my head.”
    Greg