ICC- Zombie Apocalypse- At the Truck Stop

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OCC- I really do not wish to play Alice anymore as she does nothing for me. If you were going to kill anyone you could have taken her instead of Buddy out. Also I prefer going to the other board and playing there instead of sticking around here. So anyway can the Keepers take over Alice for me and I will keep Jim for now and then when we have the other games I will pick one or two from each. It is alot of characters to keep track of after all.

IC-roof of the T-bone
Drawing his gun just in case, Jim walked over to the edge of the roof where everyone was gathering. He lost sight of Alice however.
 
Brownson Airport

"Thanks Friend! You saved my ass!" shouted Wallace, to Joe. He raised his revolver , pointing it at the runner's blank, bloody gaping face, and squeezed the trigger. an easy hit.
[http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=756290] The round expelled a thick red matter, and the zombie fell to the ground[/url] "Hot-Damn!" wallace shouted, as the zombie fell to the ground, missing 1/3 of its skull.

Ruined Diner

Duke grasped the rifle by the stock, holding the extinguisher in his free hand. He then fallowed robert to the kitchen, running at his heels. "Think you would be fighting zombies, and fires when you woke up this mornin'? 'Cause I sure as hell didn't." Duke said to Robert, with a smirk.
 
At the diner-

Robert nods. "I think that our road trip is going to need to take a detour."

Luke looking through his binoculars gets a clearer view of the helicopters coming. They are marked USAF- US Air Force. Two are transport helicopters and the third seems to be a gunship.

But he sees other things as well.

To the North there seems to be two boys walking over the rise that hides the PMS compound.

To the West past the hotel he can see figures moving along the highway. One seems to have his arms outstretched towards the helicopters that are flying overhead.

To the East, smoke seems to continue to rise over Brownson. He has yet to see the helicopter rise up from that direction. Near the car accident on I-80 it seems that there are figures searching through the ruined cars looking to eat.

To the South he sees what looks like a coyote or a dog that seems to be sniffing the wind, then turns and begins to trot towards the T-Bone. It's trott picks up but the animal seems horribly wounded, falls and gets up... driven mad with hunger.
 
OCC- Stompie, your link for the damage roll doesn't show up properly - it's missing the "url=" before the "http". I cut and pasted it into my browser's address window and was still able to view it, though. Wallace has been grappled, but he can still attack the zombie. He won't take damage from the grapple unless it's still on him next round.

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At Brownson's Airfield-
After Wallace gunned down the creature attacking Kimberly, she hustled back to the chopper while loading two more shells into her shotgun. She tried not to think about her throbbing arm and just wanted to get out of there as fast as possible. Michael was close behind her, running in a state of utter panic. The other runner chased him.

"No sweat!" called back Joe Barring, blasting the runner in the head and reducing it to a cloud of blood and bone fragments.

Baldwin hastily rammed another bullet into his Colt Viper and fired at the last zombie's head, missing by a wide margin. The ghoul came straight for Wallace and seized him in an iron grip. It also tried to bite his arm, but he moved it aside just in time.

"One more minute!" called Erica Spears, glancing back. "There's three of us here, so we got room for one more. We're not waiting around, so hurry up if you want to be on board!" She returned her attention to the distant running zombie. If she could at least wound it, she'd slow it down enough that it wouldn't be a threat. She shot twice and hit it in the head once, not quite dropping it but slowing it so that it couldn't reach the chopper until after they were in the air.

In the ruined diner-
Robert and Duke reached the kitchen, which was mostly in flames by now. "Let's do this," said Robert. The two of them sprayed the flames in an effort to suppress them. He had no experience in firefighting, but he managed to do a good job, though Duke's extinguisher didn't work at all. "What the hell?!" He looked at the tag on his friend's extinguisher. "The damn thing's fifteen years old! No wonder it doesn't work." He looked at his own next. "It's amazing mine does; it's just as old. That Earl sure was a skinflint." He continued to battle the flames, beating them back a bit. "I might be able to manage it on my own, but it's iffy. See if you can find another."

(Duke, roll Idea)

At the motel-
"We're saved!" cheered Jenny, coming over to Stephanie and hugging her.

"We're in much better shape now," said Stephanie, "but we're not out of the woods yet." When she had looked to the west she had also seen the distant figures on the highway and the dog. "Those slow movers from the west are on their way here. I think that's them out on the highway, but still a ways off. I think I see a dog too. Poor thing looks hurt..." A sudden thought struck her. "Wait, what if dogs and other animals could be reanimated too? That could be one of them."

"Oh, I hope not! I love animals so much."

"So do I." Stephanie called below. "We've got some more of them coming this way, but slowly and from a distance! Also a dog or wolf of some kind. I think it might be dead like the humans! Be careful!" She reengaged her pistol's safety and holstered it, since the creatures were fairly distant, and then turned back to the west and watched the helicopters get closer.
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The lead helicopter, bristling with weaponry, soared overhead. Stephanie saluted as it flew past. It circled the area once, then hovered overhead about twenty yards to the east of the motel. A booming voice came from its loudspeakers: "DO NOT APPROACH! STAY WHERE YOU ARE AND LIE DOWN! IF YOU DO NOT LIE DOWN, YOU ARE ASSUMED TO BE INFECTED AND WILL BE FIRED UPON! THIS IS YOUR ONLY WARNING!"

"Get down!" said Stephanie as she and Jenny lay down on the roof.

Below them, Mr. Foo and Ellen put their things down and followed suit. "I knew this was bad news," muttered the maid.

Mr. Foo looked up at the helicopter from where he lay. "That's a Huey," he said. "UH-1N to be specific. This one's configured as a gunship. I've flown the original Hueys a long time ago, but never one of these."

In the parking lot-
Gary had just reached the east wall of the diner and set up the ladder when the warning blared out. He immediately got down on the ground. "Better stay put up there until they give us the all clear!" he called to the people on the roof.

Out in front of the diner, Randall lay down next to Jimmy, who was already prone and still terrified. Samantha and Beth also obeyed the order.

On the T-Bone's rooftop-
"We'd best do as they say," said Bo as he flattened himself on the roof. "It would be rather silly for us to get shot up by our rescuers because they think we're zombies." The others gathered on the roof did likewise.

Underneath the T-Bone-
Even this far underground the people in the warehouse could still hear the amplified warning. "Wow," said Mitchell. "Looks like the government finally got off its ass and did something."

"You hear that?" Lynne asked the girl. "Help is on the way. We're all going to be all right."

For the first time she looked a bit responsive, wiping her tears on her sleeve and sniffling. She looked Lynne in the eyes, blinking in confusion, then stared around her. "H-hi?" she managed.

"Hey. I'm Lynne, and this handsome devil is Mitchell." She motioned to the young mechanic. "What's your name?"

She paused in thought, as if she had forgotten who she was. "Uh...Kerry?"
 
Brownson Airport

Stairing face to face with one of the ghouls, its jaw gaping. Thinking quickly, Wallace pressed the muzzle under the chin of the attacking zombie, and squeezed the trigger, easly hitting his mark. The Top of the critter's skull lay in chunks, down wind of the zombie, still upright, lightly holding on to wallace. With a quick flick of the wrist, the desolit, lifless corpse fell to the ground, slightly twitching. Wallace turned to the chopper, and began to run, his legs kicking.

Ruined Diner

Duke looked to his fire-extinguisher, and then back up to the fire. "I think I have an idea" said Duke.[/i]
 
On the rooftop -

"Fuckers." Luke hisses as he gets down "They're not here to help us. There aren't enough choppers to airlift us out of here."

"Anyhow, to the north there are 2 people moving to the PMS, to the west we've got inbound zombies, to the east we've got immobile zombies who might come here." he says trying to be heard over the helicopters "On top of the we've got a messed up dog that might be inbound. Possibly a zombie."

OCC - Welsh, i think you messed up the West stuff, since you say West twice.

Underneath the T-Bone -

"Don't expect the governement and especially the military to be a Deus Ex Machina right about now. They've got plenty of worries." Bob warns.
 
At the T-Bone-
OCC- Suaside is quite correct- What Luke sees-
To the South he sees what looks like a coyote or a dog that seems to be sniffing the wind, then turns and begins to trot towards the T-Bone. It's trott picks up but the animal seems horribly wounded, falls and gets up... driven mad with hunger.
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Puzzled the other survivors of the T-Bone begin to get down on the ground.

The helicopter gunship hovers over them carefully, like some giant preying insect. A giant dragon fly buzzing overhead and waiting for a threat, its rocket pods and machineguns clear to those below.

Many think, in that moment, that had the helicopter arrived not so long ago, or had the Air Force dropped its bomb more accurately, more of those who had been at the T-Bone would have survived the horror they have so recently experienced.

The other two helicopters come in low. Those at the T-Bone can see that each has machinegun mounts, but they are transport helicopters carry personnel. Quickly one releases a squad of soldiers who fan out around the helicopter landing site in groups of three, led by a tall officer. The men take position to engage in all directions.

Then the second helicopter lands discourging more what appears to be soldiers. Two of this group are dressed in bulky orange bio-hazard suits. Others are similiarly armed as those from the first helicopter, but seem to carry only side arms. Two carry long rifles with scopes.

They crouch down under the beat of the helicopter blades which forces down the grass near the hotel, the blast of which seems to pound them into the ground. Then both helicopters lift up higher off the ground and begin circling around the truck stop exit.

The machinegunners keep their weapons trained on those in the T-Bone. It is obvious that a mere pull of the trigger and the helicopters will unload a maelstorm of violence against the ruined building and those inside.

One of the men on the ground lifts a loudspeaker to his mouth and shouts.

"You in the hotel. YOu are to remove yourself from the Motel immediately. You will not be warned again. The Motel is being seized by the United States Air Force. Those trespassing are subject to lethal violence. Evacuate now."

The group of soldiers begins to move on the hotel as if expecting a hostile engagement.

At Brownson-

Kimberly hears Erica. "Erica, you have to wait to allow the others to get the truck moving. Perhaps we can draw the zombies away from the truck with the helicopter."

Michael yells, "You can start getting the bird warmed up as I finish the pumping."

Baldwin sees the movement by the helicopter. "We got to get my rig out of here. Once we get moving, it will be hard to slow us down."

Joe Barring nods. "We need to get our wounded out of here first."

(occ- note that you will need to warm up the helicopter to get it going. Stompie, don't you need to warm up a truck before it starts to run?)
 
OCC- I'd thought Baldwin left his rig idling so they could make a quick getaway, rather than stop the engine and have to restart it. They were in a hurry when they arrived anyway, with no time to shut it down even if they had wanted to. The helicopter will spend this round warming up, and I think it can launch next round, which would be this chapter's final round if so.

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At Brownson-
Erica Spears got into the pilot's seat of the helicopter and started the engine. The rotors began to spin slowly and started to build up speed as she strapped herself in. The loud noise seemed to attract the zombies that were slowly shambling towards them.

Kimberly got into the back. "Got a first aid kit in here?" she asked.

"Sure do," said the pilot, passing it to her. "How bad is it?"

"Thanks! It's not as bad as I'd feared." She opened up the kit and started to bandage herself, but it was too awkward to do with her arm injured.

"Let's go!" shouted Baldwin, getting into the driver's seat of his rig and preparing to pull out.

Joe Barring stood by the passenger door and began to reload his shotgun, which had only had one shell left in it after the battle. "I'll ride shotgun. Is Wallace coming or what?"

Michael looked up as Wallace approached. "You're coming with us, mate?" he asked. "I thought you were going with them. Whichever it is, make up your mind fast." The fuel pump finally finished its work, the barrel exhausted. Michael disconnected it and headed around to the co-pilot's seat.

At the motel-
"We're coming down!" called Stephanie. "Please don't shoot!" She started down the ladder while Jenny waited at the top for her turn.

"Sergeant Black!" ordered a big man with captain's bars standing next to a female lieutenant. "Take Sheen and set up an OP with a field of fire covering both buildings."

"Yes, sir!" said the sergeant, snapping off a salute. He and another soldier marched off quickly.

"Hell, Sarge!" said one of the soldiers who was carrying a SAW in his muscular arms as he surveyed the area. "This place looks like a war zone!"

"It is a war zone, Hockey!" said another soldier with sergeant's stripes on his sleeves and a nametag that read: McCain. "Don't any of you forget that! Don't let your guard down, not for a second!" He addressed his men. "Corporal Alanen, you and your team are with me. We're going to secure the motel once the civilians evacuate."

The corporal stepped forward eagerly, two of his men behind him. "Yes, Sergeant! Ready when you are!" They covered the motel with their weapons.

"Good. Corporal Cole, you and your team are to keep an eye on that place." He pointed at the T-Bone. "If you see suspicious movement, you are to open fire."

"You don't have to tell me twice, Sergeant," said the other corporal, his mouth set in grim determination. "I think we should eliminate them now, just to be safe."

McCain sighed. "That's a bit premature, Corporal. You know the rules of engagement."

Cole, Hockey, and the third man on their team turned and covered the T-Bone.

Mr. Foo and Ellen Cody gathered their things and began to walk away from the motel. When they approached the man with the loudspeaker, soldiers pointed their weapons at them. "Come no closer!" barked the man with the loudspeaker. He waved his arm at the two figures in the orange suits, who had moved off to one side. A tall Hispanic man stood near them. "Go see the doctors. They will examine you."

Mr. Foo bowed. "Thank you, sir," he said. "I-"

"MOVE IT!"

Mr. Foo and Ellen circled around the soldiers' position, being careful to keep their distance, and approached the doctors. One of orange-suited people stepped forward. "I am Lieutenant Angela Blanco," she said, "of the U.S. Army Research Institute for Infectious Disease." She looked Mr. Foo over. "You appear to have been injured."

"Oh, that," he said. "Just got blown up by a grenade, that's all."

"What?!" said the other orange-suited person.

"Don't worry, doctor. I'm quite all right now, but feel free to examine me." He put down his things and removed his jacket.

"Have you had any physical contact with the infected?" asked Angela Blanco.

"The ladies haven't. One of them grabbed me, but I shot it in the head before it had a chance to bite me."

The doctor recoiled, in spite of the protection her suit offered. "Their touch is enough to spread the infection. I'd better examine you personally and run some tests. Zorie, please look after the woman."

The other orange-suited woman nodded and went over to Ellen, who put her stuff down. The Hispanic man watched with interest.

Stephanie reached the bottom of the ladder, and Jenny started climbing down. Stephanie turned to face the soldiers and smiled. "Hey, listen, I-" she started.

"Vacate the premises at once!" ordered the man with the loudspeaker, cutting her off. "Go with the others." He motioned with the barrel of his weapon towards the doctors.

Stephanie turned and headed towards the women in the orange suits.

In the ruined diner-
Robert had beaten back the flames so that they only filled half the kitchen. He continued to spray the fire with his extinguisher , pushing it back much further still. Now only about a third of the room was burning. "I think I've got this under control,' he told Duke, "but see if you can rustle up another extinguisher just in case."

On the T-Bone's rooftop-
"Yeah," said Bo, "they're here for their own reasons, like I said. We better do what they say. They've got enough firepower to slaughter us if we give them a reason. I doubt they'll help us directly, but at least they'll take some of the heat off of us by taking out zombies. Everyone stay down until we get the all clear!"

Underneath the T-Bone-
Kerry seemed to retreat back inside herself again, clenching her eyes shut and shaking. Lynne gave her a comforting hug. "They might not solve all of our problems," she said, "but at least they aren't going to make things any worse. Are they?"

Mitchell only shrugged.
 
On the T-bone Rooftop:
Jim looked to his right and saw Alice lying next to him very scared. He put his arm around her and held her while he whistled the Monty Python song "Always look on the bright side of life"
 
At Brownson-
OCC- If the truck was idling that they can get going pretty quickly.

At the T-Bone-

The survivors from the Motel are quickly shuffled towards the the direction of the diner while Dr. Blanco continues to inspect the wounds on Mr. Foo.

The other woman in the Orange bio-hazard seems to Mr. Foo to be of South Asian origin. She looks at Mr. Foo. "He doesn't seem to have any symptoms, doctor."

"He need not show any systoms right away, but the infection might be spreading. We won't know until the person's gone through a long enough incubation period. Take his fever. That would be one sign of infection we've identified."

Then Dr. Blanco turns her focus on Mr. Foo.
"You say you have been touched by one of these creatures. Did it touch your wound? Do you suspect that there has been blood-to-blood contact?" She asks Mr. Foo.

Zorie, The other woman in the Orange suit prepares to take his temperature.

"Hopefully this will be all over quickly and with the minimum of discomfort." She says gently to Mr. Foo. "They are just being careful."

Something about this second woman suggests that she is not military.

Meanwhile the soldiers begins to fan out through the Motel looking for hostiles and watching the T-Bone. As one quickly moves through the Motel looking for zombies, another team watches the T-Bone. Two other soldiers stay close to McCain who stays near the officer with the loudspeaker.

A female officer followed by two soldiers wait until the communications room is cleared before going inside.

One hispanic man, dressed unlike the other soldiers, follows Stephanie and asks. "It was you and Mr. Foo who communicated to Warren Air Base and maintained the updates?"

Meanwhile the helicopters continue to buzz around the T-Bone looking for potential targets.

One comes down 150 yards away from the children who are running towards the T-Bone from the North.

Those from the T-Bone can see that one is larger than the other. Only Mrs. Foo recognizes them from being past residents of the T-Bone.

The helicopter comes down near ground level between the children and the T-Bone.

The machinegunner fires a long burst at the closest and cuts the child nearly in half. Then he fires a second long burst into the second which also crumbles to the ground.

Then the helicopter lifts up and begins to fly a circular orbit around the T-Bone again.
 
Near the wrecked diner -

"Still as eager to waste ammo as ever." Luke grunts "You'd think they're spraying a firehose..."

"There are wounded down the shelter in the diner." Luke then yells bringing his hands to his mouth to amplify the sound "They need help."


Under the T-bone -

"This might be a good time to bring up some spare supplies, Mitchell." Bob suggests "I'm sure some people up there could use some longrifles and I'm also quite sure they'd handle them better than we can."
 
Brownson Airport.

"I'll stick with Baldwin, and Joe. Can anyone spare a weapon, and Ammo? I'm about out." Said wallace, wiping the blood off of the cylinder, and barrel his .357 on his pantleg, and sheathing his knife. "Its a Damn Shame, though. Too many wasted rounds, for my taste."

Ruined Diner

"maybe I can find another extinguisher!" shouted duke, over the huey's overhead. "Think thats ole' Custer, and his 7th cavalry?" asked duke, dropping the useless extinguisher.
 
OCC- This is the final post for Chapter 1

Steve, since Jim and Alice are both your characters, you can make whatever decisions you want for them when they interact together and there is no need to roll. However, it's certainly in character for Jim to turn Alice down here, since he has his duties to think of. He doesn't need to be disgusted by her, though. That roll wasn't a critical failure anyway (it would've had to be 96 or more).

Wallace still has 9 bullets left for his .357, 3 of them currently loaded. If Duke is going to look for an extinguisher, you need to tell me where he's looking - but that will have to wait for Chapter 2.

The current game time is 10:51 AM

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At Bronwson-
Kimberly tried again to stop the bleeding and bind her wound as the chopper warmed up, but was still having no luck. Michael loaded the pump aboard, then buckled himself into the co-pilot's seat and closed the door. "Let's get out of this bloody place!" he yelled over the noise of the engines and the rotors. watching Erica manipulate the dashboard controls with seeming familiarity.

"I'm almost dry too," said Baldwin as Wallace got into the cab and slid into the middle seat. "I've got eight bullets left, none of them loaded."

"I've got my Ruger and a few clips if one of you guys wants it," said Joe Barring, climbing into the shotgun seat and slamming the door. He continued reloading his Mossberg. "Hard to use it from the center seat, though. Maybe Baldwin ought to hold on to it and you can reload his piece. I'm running low on shells myself, so I may need it back later."

Baldwin shifted the truck into gear and began to pull out. "Good thing I left her idling." He steered back towards Route 30, to take it west back to the T-Bone.

The helicopter lifted off, the wind generated by its spinning blades blowing spent shell casings in all directions. The mass of sixteen zombies lumbered towards the helicopter, moaning and reaching in vain for it. It soon achieved a decent altitude. "Okay," said Erica, "which way to the T-Bone?"

"Just a few miles to the west, love," said Michael.

"Follow I-80," said Kimberly. "It's the first off ramp. You can't miss it."

Erica Spears adjusted the chopper's heading, then opened the throttle. The helicopter streaked away, leaving the carnage of Brownson behind.

At the motel-
"Can we do anything for those people in the diner?" asked Zorie.

"Later, maybe," said Angela Blanco. "First let's deal with these people."

"It did not touch my wound," said Mr. Foo, "and I do not believe there could have been any blood-to-blood contact. Ellen here had already stopped the bleeding and bandaged my wounds before the creature broke in and attacked me. It didn't even touch my flesh, just grabbed me about my waist for a second before I shot it twice in the head. Besides, the wound's in my back and it was in front of me when its blood spattered." He glanced back. "Stephanie Bridges is on her way over here. She's a brilliant scientist who has discovered much about this phenomenon. She can fill you in when she arrives, and she could be of great help in your work."

Zorie finished taking Mr. Foo's temperature. "No sign of a fever," she said. "Body temp normal. That's a good sign. Roll up your sleeve, please. I need to take some blood."

Mr. Foo nodded and complied. The South Asian doctor tied a length of thin rubber tubing around his arm, just above the elbow. Then she injected him in the vein and began to draw a blood sample.

"Good," said Dr. Blanco. "We can do a CBC on it later."

Stephanie grinned at the Hispanic man. "Yup," she said, "that's us. I'm Stephanie Bridges." She offered him her hand, and he took a step back. "It's okay, I don't bite."

"Forgive me, ma'am," he said. "Just a little concerned about infection."

"Perfectly understandable, but I'm fine, really. The only thing infectious about me is my smile." The man couldn't help cracking a grin himself. "And there's no need to call me ma'am. It makes it sound like I'm older than I am. Stephanie will do."

"A pleasure to meet you, Stephanie. My name is Javier Ramirez. You may call me Javier."

They approached the doctors. "Likewise, Javier. There's so much to tell you. First, I saw some of those things coming this way on the highway from the west. We just took out six of them coming from that direction, moving fast. Judging from the ones that attacked the diner there are about nine or ten slow ones for every fast one. That means you can expect fifty to sixty from the west soon. They may approach through the tall grass, which makes them real hard to see. There was also a badly injured dog coming from the south. I think it might be one of them too."

Angela Blanco raised her eyebrows at this. "You're saying this infection has jumped the species barrier?"

"I'm not sure yet. We'll know when it gets closer."

"I'll pass this on to Captain Lereux," said Ramirez. "Then I'll come back and hear what else you have to say."

"Here, take the keys. No need for them to smash the doors down. One more thing: Langley was overrun shortly before I locked up. The network still worked at that time, but I don't know how long it'll stay that way." Stephanie tossed him the motel keys, and he jogged back to the officer with the loudspeaker.

Jenny Cooper reached the bottom of the ladder and followed Stephanie over to the doctors.

Corporal Alanen climbed the stairs to the balcony, his SAW at the ready, while McCain and the others covered him. He noted the bodies lying there, the smashed-in motel room door, and the two bodies inside the room, then glanced around the southeast corner. "Clear so far, Sarge!" he called. "I count two dead in the room and two on the balcony, all shot in the head. The other doors are all locked."

"Sir," said McCain to the officer with the loudspeaker, "I recommend that Thayer, Ortega, and I sweep the perimeter first before we enter."

"Do it," said Captain Lereux. "Make it fast."

"Thayer, get up to the balcony and swing around to the north! I'll follow at ground level. Ortega, go around the south side at ground level with Alanen." The soldiers split off and followed their orders. They moved in pairs, each with one on the balcony and one on the ground, covering each other.

Cole stood facing east, aiming his rifle at the T-Bone. Hockey stood at his right side, holding his SAW. A third soldier was on his left. "Keep your eyes open, men," said Cole. "If you see any potentially hostile movement, shoot first and ask questions later."

"Corporal," said the third soldier, a big, strong Latino, "I don't think those people are really a threat to us."

"It's not your job to think, Duran!" said Cole. "It's your job to follow orders."

"Yes, Corporal."

Sergeant Black and the soldier with him, Sheen, set up their sniper's nest on a small rise a short distance to the north with a good view of the T-Bone, the motel, and the highway. Black quickly and expertly prepared his rifle, a Barrett M82A1 with a scope and laser sight, while Sheen looked around the area.

The female officer turned to the soldier on her right. "Hang in there, Lewis," she said.

Lewis nodded, holding back a gulp. "Yes, Lieutenant Malone," he said. The female soldier on Malone's left patted him on the shoulder. "Thanks, Alexandria,' he added quietly.

"Any luck with the radio, Malanowski?" Lereux asked one of the other soldiers who was fiddling with portable communications gear.

"No, sir," he answered. "Still not getting a signal, sir. Can't figure out why."

"Keep on it. Phillips, stand by in case any of our guys get wounded."

"Yes, sir," said the medic he had addressed, a red cross emblazoned on his helmet.

Underneath the T-Bone-
"Good idea," said Mitchell. "I'll start bringing them up." He grabbed one of the crates with guns in it and began to carry it upstairs.

Kerry groaned and put her hands on her stomach. "You must be hungry," said Lynne. "You mean they didn't even feed you?! Mitch, bring down some food and something to drink for her!"

"I'll check the fridge!" he called back.

In the ruined diner-
"Good luck," said Robert as he continued spraying the fire, which was now much smaller. "I hope those guys aren't Custer and his 7th Cavalry. They got massacred, remember?"
 
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