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Episode 29

Scotch.

I smelled scotch.

Good Scotch, and ……..gun oil?

Although my head pounded like a drunken drum circle at faire, I risked opening my eyes.

I was on a cot. Stevil was sitting next to me. He had one of those tin cups that is used for camping. The smell of the scotch was wafting from the cup.

“Look who’s awake.” Stevil said.

“How long have I been out?” I asked.

“Long enough”

“That Scotch?”

“Yup”

I reached out for the cup. Stevil smiled and downed it.

“You may have a concussion, Scotch would not be good for you. I, on the other hand, am in a distressed state, because of my deep caring and sensitive nature. Scotch would be very, very good for me.” He said.

“Bastard.” I whispered, “Where are we?”

” The Gun Shop.” Stevil answered.

I set up and took a look around. There was guns and camping equipment everywhere. Not just your normal “sporting good” guns, but also the “Cutting edge in Chaos Guns”.

“How’d we get here?” I asked.

Stevil answered, “You, were carried. I frolicked. The girls pranced. Robert and Snipe sneaked…Hey Delta! How did you get here.”

In unison the Deltas yell out, “Sir, we scampered, Sir!.

I smiled, “You guys practiced that, huh?”

Stevil smile real big back, “Yeah, Thought you might need a laugh.”

I sat up and Stevil explained that after I had been knocked unconscious the Deltas made a makeshift carrier. There was nearly no trouble at all as they traveled the rest of the way to the Gun Shop.

When we had arrived they found the camping equipment, made me comfortable, then went exploring the shop.

“Where is everyone?” I asked.

“Well, I’m watching over you, Robert and the ladies are shopping for any food and replenishing ammo, Delta is securing the perimeter, and Snipe, Snipe walked off into a section labeled Long Range Weapons and Scopes. I think there was a tear in his eye. He might have been sporting wood too, but I didn’t look too close.”

Just then Snipe re-entered the room.

“You’ll never believe what I found.” Snipe said.

He had a smile pasted to his face, a twinkle in his eye.”

“Oh shit,” I said, “You’re glowing”

“That’s just gross.” Stevil’s said.

Robert’s voice came over the headset, ”Snipe.”

“Go ahead.” Snipe answered.

“Come to the North side of the Building,” Robert said, “You’re gonna love this.”

“On our way.” Snipe answered.

Stevil, Snipe and I made our way through the camping gear, guns and the freeze dried foods until we reached the North side of the store and met up with Robert and the girls.

Robert was standing in front of a huge roll up door.

The ladies were off to the side. They had set up some folding chairs and a table.

The girls were kicking back, sipping port from plastic goblets, snacking on little squares of dark chocolate, and smoking some clove cigarettes.

“Where’d you get the chocolate?” Stevil asked.

Gypsy held up a box labeled “S’MORE’s Kit”, and continued to sip port from the plastic goblet.

“OOO! Can I have the Marshmallows?” Stevil asked.

Gypsy threw him the box and he fished out a small package of fluffy white goodness.

Snipe took the box from Stevil and pulled out a small waxed package of graham crackers.

“You ladies are set up all fancy, ”Snipe said, ”Did you happen to forget the Armageddon occurring all around us?”

Gypsy answered, “Just because the world is going to hell in a hand basket, does no mean that we should lose our grasp of proper décor…decoor….ediqu…edii…manners and talking good.”

Kathy smiled and held up a large family size bag, “I have Cheee-toes.”

“We are having wine and cheese.” Rellie piped in.

“And Chocolate.” Gypsy said.

“And chocolate.” Rellie said.

“How much wine have you ladies had?” Snipe asked.

Kathy held up three fingers and said, ”Four.”

“Four bottles?” Snipe asked.

The girls shook their heads no.

“Four glasses?” Snipe asked, now more puzzled.

They shook their heads again, and with huge smiles on their faces shouted, ”Boxes!”

“Gentlemen,” Stevil said, ”I present to you, The Wino Warrior Women of the Apocalypse.

“Although they are quite entertaining,” Robert said, “They are not why I called you.”

Robert showed us a numeric code pad near the side of the rolling door.

Snipe pulled out a multi-tool from his pocket and went to work. In just a few moments he had the pad off the wall and had hacked it.

On the far side of the door we could here a motor whirl to life and the door began to lift open.

The only thing that would have made it more impressive is if there had been an angel choir singing as the sight on the other side of the door was revealed to us.

For there on the opposite side of the door were two large black Hum-V’s.

On the top of each was a turret equipped with a mini-gun.

The Garage that they were in had another door on the opposite wall, it’s own fueling station and box after box of ammo stacked against another wall.

Snipe spoke into the headset, “Bill?”

“Yes?” Bill from Flying Skirl answered.

“Not you Bill, the other Bill.” Snipe said.

“’Fry Cook 1’ here.” Bill W. answered.

“Uh Yeah, We found the Hummer.” Snipe said.

“Great!,” Bill answered, “Load them up and proceed to Area 51. Delta will stay behind and secure the gun shop.”

“Roger that,” Snipe spoke into the throat mike. Then to the rest of us. “Trey, take the wine away from the ladies and get them into the vehicles. Robert, make sure that both vehicle are fueled up. Pick which one you want to drive. Stevil and I will load the weapons and extra ammo.”

We all got to work and within an hour our tasks were accomplished.

Robert and Gypsy were in one Hummer with myself on the Mini-gun.

Snipe drove the other with Rellie and Kathy as passengers and Stevil on the ‘Mini’.

We all said our good-byes to the Deltas and then Snipe push the garage door opener button located inside the vehicle.

As the roll-up door slowly opened, Stevil and I blazed away on the Mini’s, opening a path as we rode out into the streets.

As we moved out into the street, we heard the reports of small arms fire from the Deltas, and the sound of the door rolling shut.

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