The Broken Rifle
Copyright© 2024 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 24
The invasion began at dawn. The government forces assembled in my yard. All said and done, we had a Boot platoon of Feds. Forty assorted and every single one of them drove ... forty hydrogen powered triple black Suburban lookalikes parked on my lawn.
They all demanded coffee and donuts.
I’m generally a good host ... generally. I sent the sole brown shoe to town to fetch.
Sent? Volunteered she did. “I’ve never seen this many bosses gathered together in one spot before. I’ll go ... point me in the general direction but get me outta here.”
“It’s thirteen miles of nasty gravel in either direction, you sure you want to go?”
“Hell yes. Maybe they’ll be gone before I can get back.”
“God, I hope so. What or who are we waiting on?”
“The Marines. They’re flying in their latest doodad. Heavy lift antigrav VTOL.”
“What for?”
“They’re going to pick up the whole shooting match ... dirt, tree and all.”
I gave her the mom look.
“At least ... that’s the plan. Oh ... you’re not going ... just the local Forensic Doc.”
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