Bug Out! Part 6: Motorhome Mayhem in the Rockies Read Online Free Page A

is,” Frank said. “There’s the shot!” He saw all four of the sharp shooters aiming, then they all fired. The chopper lurched over to one side, and rolled upside down. It went down below the trees, and then there was a loud explosion as it hit the ground in the meadow.
    “Yahhhhhoooo!” Jeb yelled. “We got that son of a bitch!”
    “Lord have mercy,” Gabe said, looking out the window in disbelief.
    “Let’s go out there and check around for survivors,” Jerry said. Frank nodded.
    “I’m going too” Jane said.
    “Me too,” Jasmine said.
    “Lucy,” Frank shouted. She came running over, her leash dragging behind her. He unhooked it, and threw it on the veranda. “C’mon, girl, let’s go hunting.”
    They went out in a crouch, weapons in hand, and spread out to sweep the area. The sharpshooters joined them.
    “Keep your eyes open,” the Sheriff said. He saw Lucy out of the corner of his eye, and smiled.
    Lucy started to growl, and looked into some bushes. Frank aimed his rifle there, and then somebody threw an M-16 out onto the dirt.
    “Don’t shoot,” a voice said. A soldier came out of the bushes, hands up. His haircut wasn’t right. The Sheriff rushed over to him and frisked him. “He’s clean,” the Sheriff said. He pulled handcuffs off his belt, and got the prisoner’s hands locked behind his back. “Stay here.”
    “I got a bead on him,” Jasmine said. “Go ahead and keep searching.”
    They continued their sweep. They slowly got all the way back to the meadow, seeing the smoking rubble of the chopper. Then they split up and went to either side, all the way to the front, and all the way to the back. Nothing. It was clear. The team slowly made their way back to the clubhouse, except for the Sheriff, who went over to retrieve the prisoner, and Jeb, who went back behind the clubhouse to see if anybody else was hiding there. Earl and Jackson followed Jeb.
    “On your feet,” the Sheriff barked. The soldier slowly got up.
    “Where we going?”
    “Clubhouse,” the Sheriff said. “I’ll follow you. Slowly.”
    He nodded and started walking.
    “Heads up,” the Sheriff shouted as they approached. “I’ve got the prisoner in front of me. He’s been frisked, and he’s cuffed.”
    “Alright, Sheriff,” Charlie said, coming up on the veranda. “Maybe we ought to keep him out here on until we find out a few things.”
    “You aren’t going to shoot him, are you, Charlie?” the Sheriff shouted.
    “I might, but not without a good reason,” Charlie said.
    They got to the veranda.
    “Sit down on that bench right there,” the Sheriff said. The private followed instructions. Frank and Jerry walked out, joined by the rest of the core group. Jane brought Lucy out. She looked at the private and growled.
    Jeb came walking back up to the front with Earl and Jackson.
    “Nobody behind the buildings on that side?” Charlie asked.
    “You would have heard gunshots if we would have found anybody,” Jeb replied. “What are we going to do with the traitor?”
    “Are you from the base outside of Denver?” Frank asked the soldier.
    “No,” he said, with a look of fear and defiance on his face. He was a small man, not more than twenty five, with dark hair and an olive complexion. Up close, he didn’t look like a soldier. He had a different demeanor.
    “Where was your unit from?” Frank asked, “and how did Private Jenkins end up with you?”
    “Jenkins,” the private said. “He was just glad to be back with the army. What a loser.”
    Charlie walked over him and smacked him hard across the face. His mouth bled, and he spat blood. Charlie was getting ready to hit him again when the Sheriff stood up.
    “Stop that crap, Charlie,” he shouted.
    “Alright,” Charlie said. “I’ll stop for now…but if you don’t get anything out of him, we’ll do it my way.”
    The Sheriff glared at him, and then walked closer to the private.
    “So you ran into Private Jenkins and his group