Post by Deleted on Oct 4, 2016 23:38:22 GMT -5
"Since the flood they ain't been much activity down round here. Buncha damn rotters stuck down in the mud over there in the Bourbeuse River where 50 runs into Highway O and I-44. Sometimes when I'm bored I run down there and plink a few of them off but I don't like getting that close to the highway. Somebody cleaned out the Harley Davidson store down there. Usedta be round twelve thirteen real nice bikes down there but last I went down there they was all gone. Damn shame too. I was gonna hitch one up on my truck when the rivers went down but they all gone. I looked. Ain't no way the river washed them away right out the showroom. I reckon I shoulda got me a bike back when I first saw em. I..."
"Shhhh. Listen!" Franklin silenced Grady and turned up the volume on Grady's CB radio.
Krssssszt ...secure. How's things on the west gate?
We krrrrzzzgt got brrrrzt for when they get back with kkkkkrzt. Otherwise, we got this until morning.
"Sonuvabitch there's people out there! Let's holler at them..." Grady reached for the microphone, but Franklin stayed his hand.
"Those are walkie-talkies. Citizen band. Range of three miles on a good day, and my calendar don't have room for those. We know about them, they don't know about us. Obviously they've got a compound near here, and we don't have the manpower to scout them out. Let's get back to my truck and get me one of those scanner CBs as well. They'll keep bantering until we can get a fix on them."
Franklin scribbled a note on a sheet of paper and underlined it
channel 7 contact gate check 6pm
"Dang you never did stop being a cop didja Frankie? There's a truck stop down Highway O from here. Can gitcha ever thing ya need to set your truck up with CB."
"Let's go. I want to be off the road by dark. We'll start tracking this compound down tomorrow."
"Shhhh. Listen!" Franklin silenced Grady and turned up the volume on Grady's CB radio.
Krssssszt ...secure. How's things on the west gate?
We krrrrzzzgt got brrrrzt for when they get back with kkkkkrzt. Otherwise, we got this until morning.
"Sonuvabitch there's people out there! Let's holler at them..." Grady reached for the microphone, but Franklin stayed his hand.
"Those are walkie-talkies. Citizen band. Range of three miles on a good day, and my calendar don't have room for those. We know about them, they don't know about us. Obviously they've got a compound near here, and we don't have the manpower to scout them out. Let's get back to my truck and get me one of those scanner CBs as well. They'll keep bantering until we can get a fix on them."
Franklin scribbled a note on a sheet of paper and underlined it
channel 7 contact gate check 6pm
"Dang you never did stop being a cop didja Frankie? There's a truck stop down Highway O from here. Can gitcha ever thing ya need to set your truck up with CB."
"Let's go. I want to be off the road by dark. We'll start tracking this compound down tomorrow."