Operation Z-Day (The Raven Falconer Chronicles) by Dennis Larsen Page B
Authors: Dennis Larsen
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minutes passed, then an hour, before she had the courage to cover the window with some cardboard, duct taping it into place. She spent the remainder of the night clutching the gun and trying to stay warm. No sleep would come but anguish and fear helped her to stay alert.
In the early morning hours she was relieved to see the first stray lights of morning filter through the air and into the cabin. The realization that she’d likely killed something in the night weighed heavily on her heart, but it would not be the last or the most difficult. Life, as she knew it, was over and kill or be killed would trump all , as sane men were driven to monstrous acts in an effort to save themselves and their families.
Chapter 6
The constant, droning hum of the Jeep’s tires on the asphalt had put Bobi and Hannah to sleep shortly after leaving Calgary’s city limit. They’d been fortunate as they exited the city in lock down. A single police cruiser, with lights flashing, had a minivan pulled to the side of the road and was reading them the ‘riot act’ when the girls made a number of hasty detours to bypass the officer and continue on Highway 1 West. The three had concocted a story in case they were stopped, not very believable but with the right delivery and a wink from Bobi, they hoped it would be enough to see them through. They were specialty lab workers who had been called to the Stoney Nakoda Reserve 50 kilometers west of the city to assist with testing the native population.
Mick ran the mock scenario through her head a dozen times as she drove on, trying to make it sound somewhat plausible but she doubted it would. The highway was deserted but for the Jeep and its knifelike halogen headlights that stabbed through the darkness. In the rolling foothills , east of the great Canadian Rocky Mountains, wildlife zigzagged across the road helping to keep Mick awake at the wheel. In the seat next to her, Bobi hugged her chest and leaned her head against the window while Hannah sprawled out on the seat behind, snoring lightly.
Forty minutes into their journey, blue and red lights flickered ahead where a stationary RCMP unit was pulled to the side of the road. “Bobi, Hannah, wakeup – wakeup, we’ve got trouble.”
“ What is it? What’s going on?” Hannah asked, leaning her head over the front seat.
“ Cops, looks like a blockade,” Mick answered, slowing the vehicle to a crawl well before the stationary cruiser.
“ What do you think is going on?” Bobi asked, as she straightened up to see over the dash.
In the road several meters beyond the police car with the flashing lights, two pickup trucks were blocking the highway, being parked nose-to-nose, their engines running and headlights on. Four men stood in the road, their long hair pulled back in braided ponytails; two held rifles while the others walked forward, their hands held up, motioning for the ladies to stop. The extreme glare from the Jeep’s lamps reached the men and they brought their hands up to shield their eyes, drawing a string of expletives from their lips.
“ I don’t see any cops,” Bobi offered, bringing her right leg underneath her to act as a boost.
“ Me either,” Mick noted, slowing even further, now 40 yards from the makeshift roadblock.
“ I’m pretty sure that’s a real patrol car though, but where is the officer?” Hannah questioned, pushing her head even further forward to get a better look.
The three hurriedly talked, confirming that they would proceed with their previous plan and act the part of lab workers on special assignment.
“Bobi, I’ll need you to do most of the talking if they start to get technical,” Mick confirmed to the only real lab tech.
“ K, I got your back.”
Mick pressed the button on the side console, electronically lowering the window, allowing the morning’s fresh air to slap each of the women fully in the face.
“Whew, a bit nippy out there this morning,”
In the early morning hours she was relieved to see the first stray lights of morning filter through the air and into the cabin. The realization that she’d likely killed something in the night weighed heavily on her heart, but it would not be the last or the most difficult. Life, as she knew it, was over and kill or be killed would trump all , as sane men were driven to monstrous acts in an effort to save themselves and their families.
Chapter 6
The constant, droning hum of the Jeep’s tires on the asphalt had put Bobi and Hannah to sleep shortly after leaving Calgary’s city limit. They’d been fortunate as they exited the city in lock down. A single police cruiser, with lights flashing, had a minivan pulled to the side of the road and was reading them the ‘riot act’ when the girls made a number of hasty detours to bypass the officer and continue on Highway 1 West. The three had concocted a story in case they were stopped, not very believable but with the right delivery and a wink from Bobi, they hoped it would be enough to see them through. They were specialty lab workers who had been called to the Stoney Nakoda Reserve 50 kilometers west of the city to assist with testing the native population.
Mick ran the mock scenario through her head a dozen times as she drove on, trying to make it sound somewhat plausible but she doubted it would. The highway was deserted but for the Jeep and its knifelike halogen headlights that stabbed through the darkness. In the rolling foothills , east of the great Canadian Rocky Mountains, wildlife zigzagged across the road helping to keep Mick awake at the wheel. In the seat next to her, Bobi hugged her chest and leaned her head against the window while Hannah sprawled out on the seat behind, snoring lightly.
Forty minutes into their journey, blue and red lights flickered ahead where a stationary RCMP unit was pulled to the side of the road. “Bobi, Hannah, wakeup – wakeup, we’ve got trouble.”
“ What is it? What’s going on?” Hannah asked, leaning her head over the front seat.
“ Cops, looks like a blockade,” Mick answered, slowing the vehicle to a crawl well before the stationary cruiser.
“ What do you think is going on?” Bobi asked, as she straightened up to see over the dash.
In the road several meters beyond the police car with the flashing lights, two pickup trucks were blocking the highway, being parked nose-to-nose, their engines running and headlights on. Four men stood in the road, their long hair pulled back in braided ponytails; two held rifles while the others walked forward, their hands held up, motioning for the ladies to stop. The extreme glare from the Jeep’s lamps reached the men and they brought their hands up to shield their eyes, drawing a string of expletives from their lips.
“ I don’t see any cops,” Bobi offered, bringing her right leg underneath her to act as a boost.
“ Me either,” Mick noted, slowing even further, now 40 yards from the makeshift roadblock.
“ I’m pretty sure that’s a real patrol car though, but where is the officer?” Hannah questioned, pushing her head even further forward to get a better look.
The three hurriedly talked, confirming that they would proceed with their previous plan and act the part of lab workers on special assignment.
“Bobi, I’ll need you to do most of the talking if they start to get technical,” Mick confirmed to the only real lab tech.
“ K, I got your back.”
Mick pressed the button on the side console, electronically lowering the window, allowing the morning’s fresh air to slap each of the women fully in the face.
“Whew, a bit nippy out there this morning,”
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