A New World [7] Takedown by John O'Brien

thing is to keep your humor and know what things to let slide off and what things to keep inside. Bri is a tough little warrior and Gonzalez intends to impart what knowledge she has to Bri.
    Rays of natural light flood into the compartment as the ramp is lowered and hits the ground with a clang. There is the shuffle of feet as soldiers rise to empty out into the daylight.
    “After you, little warrior,” Gonzalez says to Bri when it’s their turn to exit.
    Bri smiles in return and runs down the ramp. Gonzalez follows and slides to her knee next to Bri on the sandy soil. Robert slides down a short distance away as the team forms a perimeter around the Stryker.
     
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    The remote, barren plains pass by. It’s apparent that the area was once a great basin for agriculture. The fenced-in fields are indicative of that, as is the farming equipment sitting abandoned in several of the fields. Heading west toward Sturgis, we pass an airport with a runway that looks long enough for the 130. It has a small ramp and looks like it serves the town. I imagine the airport is busy when the motorcycle rally comes to town, but I seriously doubt the runway itself will handle the weight of our aircraft.
    The road begins a gentle climb. We pass a complex of buildings which the faded signs by the side of the road indicate to be Fort Meade. Just beyond the fort, we drive along the base of tree-lined hills, the only greenery for miles around. Rounding a corner in the highway, the area opens up and the town of Sturgis comes into view. Still on a significant rise, most of the town spreads out before us. I have the Stryker halted so we can get a better look before proceeding.
    The ramp is lowered and the sound of boots pound down the metal surface, breaking the stillness of the area. The two teams quickly form a small perimeter at the edges of the road around the Stryker. I marvel at how tight we have become in just a few months. No shouts of command are necessary. Everyone knows what has to be done and does it like a well-oiled machine. That’s what we need if we are going to survive. The major hesitation I had when encountering Captain Leonard was that the inclusion of another command might disrupt the tightness we have. That is always a possibility as we include more and more people into our group but, for now, we are running smoothly.
    The other thing that worries me is the constant stress. At some point, that will come to a head and we will see this smoothness falter. We’re going to have to begin incorporating some downtime for the teams into the schedule. We have been going full bore since we began setting up our sanctuary and that pace can’t continue. When we get more people through the training and see an increase in the number of teams, we’ll be able to put aside time to relax. Right now, though, we barely have enough to keep up with what we have going.
    With binoculars in hand, I climb onto the Stryker. The air is still and only the sound of the idling Stryker can be heard. I feel the vibrations under my feet and have to sit in order to see clearly, steadying the glasses on my knees. It really doesn’t help that much though. Looking through the field glasses, a magnified view of the city unfolds. Directly below us is a cemetery.
    I hope that doesn’t bode ill .
    Several partially dug graves lie on once well-tended lawns, now brown and overgrown. Looking farther into town, the main highway transits the north end. The central part of ‘downtown’ is a block south of the main highway. It looks like most other small towns – a wide street with commercial type buildings situated along the main thoroughfare. The main residential areas stretch to the south, east, and west sides. Most of the roads are covered in brown dirt with only a little light-colored gray asphalt or concrete showing through in places.
    As with the base, drifts of sand and debris are piled up against the buildings, houses,