Joshua (Book 2): Traveler Read Online Free
out, or we could try a Trojan Horse, but I don’t really want to put Nicky in danger.”
“Well, we agree on that. I’m not going to send Nicky up there. I’m sure he could talk himself in ...” Robert stopped and ruffled the mop of hair on the smiling boy at his side, “but that husband sounds very cautious. James looks harmless enough and he searched him. He would probably search Nicky too ... and what if he got caught trying to lower the ladder down? That could turn into an ugly situation, quickly.”
“Yep, that’s how I saw it too.”
“Okay, so you think we should wait them out. How long are we going to have to wait? Did they even come out when you were there?”
Alton finally took a sip of his coffee, “No, they didn’t,” then stroked his chin. “How long are we going to have to wait ... well, that’s the big question, isn’t it?”
Robert sat there a moment rubbing his short cropped hair and turned to James who was at the back of the crowd. “James, do they have a toilet?”
“They’ve got one but it doesn’t work, they’re using one of those camping toilets ... you know, like a bucket with a lid on it.”
“So they have to empty it. Did you see anywhere in the apartment where they might empty it out?”
James thought about it a moment, “I don’t remember seeing anything like that ... or smelling it.”
Robert turned to Alton again, “Did you see them dumping anything out the windows?”
“No, not a thing.”
The boss was deliberating while they all watched, “Well they’ve got to do something with it. They must be coming out and dumping it somewhere.”
Surprisingly Cornwell had something important to say, “When I was watching the back I noticed something, didn’t think much of it at the time ...”
He now had all of their attention, especially the boss, “What?”
“Back behind that building is an empty lot, there was a shovel stuck in the ground, and it looked like there were several small holes that had been dug and covered back up.”
Robert had a plan now. “They’re burying their waste back there. All we have to do is wait until one of them comes down, then we’ll take them hostage. Once we have one hostage we can make the other one surrender.”
Rob and Alton worked out the plan while the others took note. It was decided they would get some sleep right then because this time they would all be waking at three hundred hours.
James lay there in his bed a while unable to sleep, wondering if he just got somebody killed.
At five hundred hours that next morning, they approached the edge of town, only two blocks down from their intended target. Nicky, James, and Peavey were left there with the cart, and told to settle in but come running when they were called.
The rest of the group got ready, taking only their guns, ammo, and several days’ worth of rations with them. Then they silently crept through the dark alleys taking their assigned positions, and waiting.
The first day was a long one and nothing happened. James spent most of the day sitting in the shadows keeping out of the sun, wondering if this would ever end. That night he hardly slept at all, every unknown sound unnerving him. Peavey and Nicky on the other hand had no trouble sleeping. In fact, the child lay there, wrapped in a blanket on the hard concrete, peacefully dreaming.
Just after seven hundred hours that next morning, things started stirring. By 7:35, it was time for the show.
Robert softly spoke into his radio, “This is Wolf, radio check, everybody check in.”
Through some static came Alton’s voice, faintly, “Coyote, checking in, you’re good.”
After another few seconds the silence was barely broken again, McCain this time on the other end, “Jackal, checking in.”
Hidden amid the garbage in the front of the flower shop Robert coordinated the attack. “They’re looking out the windows right now. Everybody stand by. They’ve checked every one and now they’re in the east
“Well, we agree on that. I’m not going to send Nicky up there. I’m sure he could talk himself in ...” Robert stopped and ruffled the mop of hair on the smiling boy at his side, “but that husband sounds very cautious. James looks harmless enough and he searched him. He would probably search Nicky too ... and what if he got caught trying to lower the ladder down? That could turn into an ugly situation, quickly.”
“Yep, that’s how I saw it too.”
“Okay, so you think we should wait them out. How long are we going to have to wait? Did they even come out when you were there?”
Alton finally took a sip of his coffee, “No, they didn’t,” then stroked his chin. “How long are we going to have to wait ... well, that’s the big question, isn’t it?”
Robert sat there a moment rubbing his short cropped hair and turned to James who was at the back of the crowd. “James, do they have a toilet?”
“They’ve got one but it doesn’t work, they’re using one of those camping toilets ... you know, like a bucket with a lid on it.”
“So they have to empty it. Did you see anywhere in the apartment where they might empty it out?”
James thought about it a moment, “I don’t remember seeing anything like that ... or smelling it.”
Robert turned to Alton again, “Did you see them dumping anything out the windows?”
“No, not a thing.”
The boss was deliberating while they all watched, “Well they’ve got to do something with it. They must be coming out and dumping it somewhere.”
Surprisingly Cornwell had something important to say, “When I was watching the back I noticed something, didn’t think much of it at the time ...”
He now had all of their attention, especially the boss, “What?”
“Back behind that building is an empty lot, there was a shovel stuck in the ground, and it looked like there were several small holes that had been dug and covered back up.”
Robert had a plan now. “They’re burying their waste back there. All we have to do is wait until one of them comes down, then we’ll take them hostage. Once we have one hostage we can make the other one surrender.”
Rob and Alton worked out the plan while the others took note. It was decided they would get some sleep right then because this time they would all be waking at three hundred hours.
James lay there in his bed a while unable to sleep, wondering if he just got somebody killed.
At five hundred hours that next morning, they approached the edge of town, only two blocks down from their intended target. Nicky, James, and Peavey were left there with the cart, and told to settle in but come running when they were called.
The rest of the group got ready, taking only their guns, ammo, and several days’ worth of rations with them. Then they silently crept through the dark alleys taking their assigned positions, and waiting.
The first day was a long one and nothing happened. James spent most of the day sitting in the shadows keeping out of the sun, wondering if this would ever end. That night he hardly slept at all, every unknown sound unnerving him. Peavey and Nicky on the other hand had no trouble sleeping. In fact, the child lay there, wrapped in a blanket on the hard concrete, peacefully dreaming.
Just after seven hundred hours that next morning, things started stirring. By 7:35, it was time for the show.
Robert softly spoke into his radio, “This is Wolf, radio check, everybody check in.”
Through some static came Alton’s voice, faintly, “Coyote, checking in, you’re good.”
After another few seconds the silence was barely broken again, McCain this time on the other end, “Jackal, checking in.”
Hidden amid the garbage in the front of the flower shop Robert coordinated the attack. “They’re looking out the windows right now. Everybody stand by. They’ve checked every one and now they’re in the east