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Authors: David Craig
you."
"Yeah let's wait half an hour for'em to bleed out." Beacon acknowledged showing the kid he'd read the manuals too.
Rich Bitch walked up, "Thanks and nice shootin' old dude my name's Cindy and this is Keith," she waved her hand toward Adonis.
"Glad to meet you again, I'm Beacon," he said, irked at being called old.
Then the Humvee pulled up beside them and again positioned itself on the crest of the hill. Doc Savage peeked over the side of his turret. "You kids scope out that valley and tell me if you see anything moving. There are a couple of girls chained up down there and I don't want any of this gang of rapists getting away."
Normally Beacon would have cautioned against parking in an exposed position like that, but this Humvee had been Up-Armored. He could see the inches thick glass in the windshield and windows. As the kids moved to train their scoped rifles on the little valley Doc turned his attention to Beacon. "Nice shooting …
"His name's Beacon," Cindy said as she walked over to join Keith in a prone position overlooking the valley.
Beacon was about to ask the Doc how he'd mounted the Barrett Fifty in the turret when the Humvee's driver got out. Beacon stared.
He was looking at a Barbie doll. The girl looked exactly like a seventeen year old version of the doll. Her face and figure straight off a toy store shelf, only this was a living breathing girl dressed in tailored MultiCam. Beacon started to stutter an apology but she cut him off.
"Everybody does that and no, I haven't had any 'work' done this is all natural" she said holding up double finger quote marks as she spoke in a voice he imagined the doll would have sounded like, "Barbie Doll's my handle on the radio so just call me Barbie everybody else does." She grabbed a rifle from inside the Humvee and called out "Cindy, I gott'a pee will you overwatch for me?"
"Sure if you'll do the same for me." Cindy replied getting up. Talking and giggling the two teenaged girls and their weapons disappeared into the bushes behind the Humvee.
Three more vehicles pulled up behind the skirmish line of 4X4's down on the road. One was an old Army M35 deuce and a half cargo truck painted in MultiCam pulling an old M-106 "water buffalo type trailer also in MultiCam, of course. But instead of water spigots it had a gas station type hose and nozzle. It was followed by two of Trudy Peace's vehicles. Beacon was glad to see they'd ditched the GTO and noted her sons were helping to set up a rearguard perimeter.
"We're looking for extra hands to help out when we get to the redoubt and they're hard working and eager to learn." Doc answered Beacon's questioning look. "Plus they came with your stamp of approval."
"We're still hiring if you'd like to sign on," Doc continued. Beacon declined the offer to become a hired hand/serf but thought it was a good deal for Trudy's unprepared clan.
To Beacon's asked questions Doc explained all of the group's vehicles were diesel powered and the deuce's trailer held four hundred gallons of diesel. Enough, with the spare five gallon cans and extra built in fuel tanks each of the twenty vehicles carried to get them all to their redoubt. Unlike gasoline, properly stored diesel fuel would last for years.
Answering Beacon's unasked question Adonis interjected, "We thought Doc was a nice respectable old widower but then one day this dirty old man showed up at the monthly maneuvers with Barbie."
"I heard that and I ain't old!" rang down from the turret as Doc scanned the valley floor with his scoped sniper rifle, "Besides, there's lots of old laws that won't be around anymore like the prohibition on owning those two submachine guns I see down there."
Four more 4X4's pulled up behind Doc's Humvee. Doc climbed down so he and the newly arrived drivers could talk behind the safety of his vehicle. It was
"Yeah let's wait half an hour for'em to bleed out." Beacon acknowledged showing the kid he'd read the manuals too.
Rich Bitch walked up, "Thanks and nice shootin' old dude my name's Cindy and this is Keith," she waved her hand toward Adonis.
"Glad to meet you again, I'm Beacon," he said, irked at being called old.
Then the Humvee pulled up beside them and again positioned itself on the crest of the hill. Doc Savage peeked over the side of his turret. "You kids scope out that valley and tell me if you see anything moving. There are a couple of girls chained up down there and I don't want any of this gang of rapists getting away."
Normally Beacon would have cautioned against parking in an exposed position like that, but this Humvee had been Up-Armored. He could see the inches thick glass in the windshield and windows. As the kids moved to train their scoped rifles on the little valley Doc turned his attention to Beacon. "Nice shooting …
"His name's Beacon," Cindy said as she walked over to join Keith in a prone position overlooking the valley.
Beacon was about to ask the Doc how he'd mounted the Barrett Fifty in the turret when the Humvee's driver got out. Beacon stared.
He was looking at a Barbie doll. The girl looked exactly like a seventeen year old version of the doll. Her face and figure straight off a toy store shelf, only this was a living breathing girl dressed in tailored MultiCam. Beacon started to stutter an apology but she cut him off.
"Everybody does that and no, I haven't had any 'work' done this is all natural" she said holding up double finger quote marks as she spoke in a voice he imagined the doll would have sounded like, "Barbie Doll's my handle on the radio so just call me Barbie everybody else does." She grabbed a rifle from inside the Humvee and called out "Cindy, I gott'a pee will you overwatch for me?"
"Sure if you'll do the same for me." Cindy replied getting up. Talking and giggling the two teenaged girls and their weapons disappeared into the bushes behind the Humvee.
Three more vehicles pulled up behind the skirmish line of 4X4's down on the road. One was an old Army M35 deuce and a half cargo truck painted in MultiCam pulling an old M-106 "water buffalo type trailer also in MultiCam, of course. But instead of water spigots it had a gas station type hose and nozzle. It was followed by two of Trudy Peace's vehicles. Beacon was glad to see they'd ditched the GTO and noted her sons were helping to set up a rearguard perimeter.
"We're looking for extra hands to help out when we get to the redoubt and they're hard working and eager to learn." Doc answered Beacon's questioning look. "Plus they came with your stamp of approval."
"We're still hiring if you'd like to sign on," Doc continued. Beacon declined the offer to become a hired hand/serf but thought it was a good deal for Trudy's unprepared clan.
To Beacon's asked questions Doc explained all of the group's vehicles were diesel powered and the deuce's trailer held four hundred gallons of diesel. Enough, with the spare five gallon cans and extra built in fuel tanks each of the twenty vehicles carried to get them all to their redoubt. Unlike gasoline, properly stored diesel fuel would last for years.
Answering Beacon's unasked question Adonis interjected, "We thought Doc was a nice respectable old widower but then one day this dirty old man showed up at the monthly maneuvers with Barbie."
"I heard that and I ain't old!" rang down from the turret as Doc scanned the valley floor with his scoped sniper rifle, "Besides, there's lots of old laws that won't be around anymore like the prohibition on owning those two submachine guns I see down there."
Four more 4X4's pulled up behind Doc's Humvee. Doc climbed down so he and the newly arrived drivers could talk behind the safety of his vehicle. It was
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