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“Status check is zero, repeat, zero contact for the last 24 hours” said an unrecognized voice to base.
“Move the LP over past the next county road to the east and report” said one of the kids’ moms who had radio duty. She did her best not talk to them like the kids they still were.
The four survivors slowly move through the burned out and abandoned town. Fresh trash from the hikers was visible and it looks like they turned and headed due east on the State Highway. They had found about 4 days of food going through the homes that were still standing, but the town was picked clean of anything they thought was useful. (If they had the training, they would have spotted the edible plants and berries that were growing with the weeds.) Small talk turned to fear and it only made sense for them to turn west and follow the road in the other direction. They walked for about 10 minutes before they stopped and quickly moved into the brush. They all looked and knew more than a few people were still in the area.
The bridge was partially collapsed, but a zip line, with a seat was installed to cross the river. Recent construction on the far side of the bridge showed organized efforts to repair the damaged section. Several shovels were leaning against a tree and some rough cut timber was stacked to for future use. The camouflage covering the tools and wood looked like it was blown over from the last storm. Cautiously they crossed the river at a shallow sand bar and explored the west side of the bridge. Evidence of vehicle traffic and some horses moving back and forth to the west hinted at an organized group. They had learned that groups that try to pick up trash and other evidence were normally the “good guys”. The hikers never thought about what their trash meant to others. This group didn’t leave a wrapper or a bottle for anyone to discover. What they did leave behind, they tried to hide and at a quick glance, others would have missed the zip line, the tools and rough cut lumber.
Two more miles were traveled and they made good progress going west. The trail was maintained, fallen trees were cut away and tire marks from an ATV and a wheeled construction vehicle were spotted at the next bridge. This bridge was fully repaired and had a wood plank deck. This area was clear of most of the underbrush from what appears to have been a major forest fire. Foot prints with clean treads in the dirt showed the group had newer shoes. Before dark, they discovered graded and compacted stone around another small bridge. Whoever was living in the area was working hard at repairing the minor bridges for vehicle traffic. Each bridge they crossed going west was in better condition and they knew they were getting close to the area this group lived.
The next morning, they continued west, and were talking loudly about what they will say to the people who live around this place. Things were looking up and they were hopeful their lives would improve.
“Stop, don’t move any closer” was shouted by an armed man from a hill overlooking a bridge that was still in the process of being repaired. The group only moved faster to the west and against the hill to get some cover and avoid being shot by the stranger.
They were moving fast and close together to take advantage of the cover provided by the hill. The first person in the group saw the wire about 8 inches off the ground and tried to stop. He was able to shout “mines” but it was too late. The other three ran into him and they all fell down. The lead man fell in horror and twisted his body to avoid hitting the line, but the others pushed him into it. All four died instantly from the steel pellets that hit them from three directions.
The three kids at the LP and the others at the camps all heard the explosion. The radio at the camp called to the caveman site but they had not yet replied. It was a safe bet, someone set off the antipersonnel mines that were in front of the caveman’s place. The ambush site and the mines were activated the day before when the dead bodies were spotted in the road near the town. The explosion set almost every person in high gear to be ready to anything.
The cold start procedures on the Blackhawk helicopter involved three people. The gunner and the co-pilot were pulling warning flags and covers off it, while the pilot was doing his preflight check in his seat. The other two checked each other’s work, secured the gear so the rotor wash will not blow them away. Both gave the thumbs up sign to the pilot to fire up the engines while holding the CO2 fire extinguishers. The turbines both started and the rotor was turning as they climbed into the Blackhawk. Everything was good to go on the instruments and when the engine readouts were “close” to takeoff spec’s the bird was already 100 feet in the air.
The three kids at the LP were going to be extracted and the reason for the explosion at the cave ambush site was going to be investigated asap! They joked on the intercom that all these resources are going to be wasted if a deer or a falling branch set off set off the explosion. The pilot changed course with a snap of his wrist and kick of his feet on the pedals course so that he would have the sun behind him when they arrived at the cave retreat to investigate.
A small puff of smoke floated up from the ambush site. Nothing was showing up on the FLIR sensor as they scanned the area. The gunner was seaching for targets and had was ready. The mood changed instantly when green smoke was spotted rising on the hill. It was followed by white flare that rose from the smoke. Both of the signs were the signal that all was safe. All three were looking down from the helicopter and red and brown spots dotted the ambush site. That was all that was left of something previously alive that stumbled into the wrong place. A quick radio message to the base put the rest of the group at ease. The pilot turned the helicopter to the northeast and proceeded at tree top levels to pick up the kids. Someone else will sort out the mystery and the mess at the ambush site; the kids still need to come home, now!.
All three kid soldiers were moving from the LP to the pickup point on the highway. Two moved and one provided cover as they traveled the 800 feet to the pickup site. Orders to leave made sense, and they knew not to hesitate. Belts were checked and straps and gear were given a final tug. White smoke canisters were tossed to obscure the pickup. On cue from pilot, they ran out to the middle of the road. Each hooked up to the drop line, and gave the all clear sign. Seconds later, they were hanging from a heavy rope above the trees heading home.
The rest of the flight home, they were just three teenagers trying to scream louder than the engine noise and enjoying the ride.
“Status check is zero, repeat, zero contact for the last 24 hours” said an unrecognized voice to base.
“Move the LP over past the next county road to the east and report” said one of the kids’ moms who had radio duty. She did her best not talk to them like the kids they still were.
The four survivors slowly move through the burned out and abandoned town. Fresh trash from the hikers was visible and it looks like they turned and headed due east on the State Highway. They had found about 4 days of food going through the homes that were still standing, but the town was picked clean of anything they thought was useful. (If they had the training, they would have spotted the edible plants and berries that were growing with the weeds.) Small talk turned to fear and it only made sense for them to turn west and follow the road in the other direction. They walked for about 10 minutes before they stopped and quickly moved into the brush. They all looked and knew more than a few people were still in the area.
The bridge was partially collapsed, but a zip line, with a seat was installed to cross the river. Recent construction on the far side of the bridge showed organized efforts to repair the damaged section. Several shovels were leaning against a tree and some rough cut timber was stacked to for future use. The camouflage covering the tools and wood looked like it was blown over from the last storm. Cautiously they crossed the river at a shallow sand bar and explored the west side of the bridge. Evidence of vehicle traffic and some horses moving back and forth to the west hinted at an organized group. They had learned that groups that try to pick up trash and other evidence were normally the “good guys”. The hikers never thought about what their trash meant to others. This group didn’t leave a wrapper or a bottle for anyone to discover. What they did leave behind, they tried to hide and at a quick glance, others would have missed the zip line, the tools and rough cut lumber.
Two more miles were traveled and they made good progress going west. The trail was maintained, fallen trees were cut away and tire marks from an ATV and a wheeled construction vehicle were spotted at the next bridge. This bridge was fully repaired and had a wood plank deck. This area was clear of most of the underbrush from what appears to have been a major forest fire. Foot prints with clean treads in the dirt showed the group had newer shoes. Before dark, they discovered graded and compacted stone around another small bridge. Whoever was living in the area was working hard at repairing the minor bridges for vehicle traffic. Each bridge they crossed going west was in better condition and they knew they were getting close to the area this group lived.
The next morning, they continued west, and were talking loudly about what they will say to the people who live around this place. Things were looking up and they were hopeful their lives would improve.
“Stop, don’t move any closer” was shouted by an armed man from a hill overlooking a bridge that was still in the process of being repaired. The group only moved faster to the west and against the hill to get some cover and avoid being shot by the stranger.
They were moving fast and close together to take advantage of the cover provided by the hill. The first person in the group saw the wire about 8 inches off the ground and tried to stop. He was able to shout “mines” but it was too late. The other three ran into him and they all fell down. The lead man fell in horror and twisted his body to avoid hitting the line, but the others pushed him into it. All four died instantly from the steel pellets that hit them from three directions.
The three kids at the LP and the others at the camps all heard the explosion. The radio at the camp called to the caveman site but they had not yet replied. It was a safe bet, someone set off the antipersonnel mines that were in front of the caveman’s place. The ambush site and the mines were activated the day before when the dead bodies were spotted in the road near the town. The explosion set almost every person in high gear to be ready to anything.
The cold start procedures on the Blackhawk helicopter involved three people. The gunner and the co-pilot were pulling warning flags and covers off it, while the pilot was doing his preflight check in his seat. The other two checked each other’s work, secured the gear so the rotor wash will not blow them away. Both gave the thumbs up sign to the pilot to fire up the engines while holding the CO2 fire extinguishers. The turbines both started and the rotor was turning as they climbed into the Blackhawk. Everything was good to go on the instruments and when the engine readouts were “close” to takeoff spec’s the bird was already 100 feet in the air.
The three kids at the LP were going to be extracted and the reason for the explosion at the cave ambush site was going to be investigated asap! They joked on the intercom that all these resources are going to be wasted if a deer or a falling branch set off set off the explosion. The pilot changed course with a snap of his wrist and kick of his feet on the pedals course so that he would have the sun behind him when they arrived at the cave retreat to investigate.
A small puff of smoke floated up from the ambush site. Nothing was showing up on the FLIR sensor as they scanned the area. The gunner was seaching for targets and had was ready. The mood changed instantly when green smoke was spotted rising on the hill. It was followed by white flare that rose from the smoke. Both of the signs were the signal that all was safe. All three were looking down from the helicopter and red and brown spots dotted the ambush site. That was all that was left of something previously alive that stumbled into the wrong place. A quick radio message to the base put the rest of the group at ease. The pilot turned the helicopter to the northeast and proceeded at tree top levels to pick up the kids. Someone else will sort out the mystery and the mess at the ambush site; the kids still need to come home, now!.
All three kid soldiers were moving from the LP to the pickup point on the highway. Two moved and one provided cover as they traveled the 800 feet to the pickup site. Orders to leave made sense, and they knew not to hesitate. Belts were checked and straps and gear were given a final tug. White smoke canisters were tossed to obscure the pickup. On cue from pilot, they ran out to the middle of the road. Each hooked up to the drop line, and gave the all clear sign. Seconds later, they were hanging from a heavy rope above the trees heading home.
The rest of the flight home, they were just three teenagers trying to scream louder than the engine noise and enjoying the ride.
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