then we can get going and take a look.” Swede looked up at the sky. “And the sooner the better. The weather is turning. We need to gear up if we’re going un-derground.”
“From where?”
Hawk opened his phone. “Mia, we need gear.”
“And?”
“Does your father have any in his house? I don’t want to just help myself without asking you,” he said awkwardly.
“You saved his life, I don’t think he’d mind if you borrowed stuff from the house or the shop to go save the world,” she said and hung up.
He couldn’t place the sounds he’d heard in the background while she’d been talking on the phone. He filled the others in and started toward the shed. “Let’s check in here first.”
“We already have. There’s not much but overstock from the store.”
“Any guns or ammo left?”
They shook their heads. “Not sure what all was here to begin with, but it’s been pretty well emptied out.”
Hawk took a quick glance around. Nodded and turned to the house. “We can go through the store if we need more.”
“Let’s hope he has the headlamps. A trip into town to buy equipment is going to slow us down.”
Going through Gordon’s house yielded very little. A few water bottles but that was all.
“He wasn’t into caves apparently.”
“He was a hunting nut.”
Shadow nodded. “We need to check the store.”
A screeching sound of brakes slamming hard had them all running for cover.
An old dilapidated truck pulled into the driveway and drove up to the house. Mia hopped out. “Thanks Cory.” She motioned to her truck. “I’ll be fine now.”
The driver waved and with a squeal as his gears shifted, backed down the driveway.
She turned to face them. And kicked her chin up a notch.
Chapter 8
“I ’VE CALLED THE Bangor brothers. They are dropping off a couple of sets of harnesses,” she rushed to say before Hawk could interrupt and yell at her. Her gaze went from one man to the other. “If we leave now we’ll have a few hours of daylight. In the caves, time won’t matter as it’s all darkness anyway. We won’t be hampered by a lack of daylight.”
She stepped forward and held out her hand. “You must be Swede.”
Swede shook her hand and nodded.
With her hand still outstretched, she walked to Shadow. “I’m Mia. Thank you for helping.”
Shadow, quiet as ever, stepped forward and with a soft drawl said, “My pleasure. I’m sorry about your father. He’s a good man.”
And that was when she realized these men had met her father. Not just Hawk but the others as well. “He is a good man,” she whispered. “He didn’t deserve this.”
“And your uncle?” Shadow asked. “What can you tell us about him?”
She shrugged. “Not much. He and my father were estranged for over thirty years. Then all of a sudden he shows up wanting to make peace. Dad never thought anything of it. He opened his door and let him back into his house and his life.”
Shadow nodded. “What did your uncle do for a living?”
“Apparently he was down on his luck when he showed up at Dad’s house. Part of the reason he let him in, I think. Dad has always been a softie.”
“And then he started working at the store?” Shadow asked.
She nodded. “It gave me more time as I’d been helping out a lot more since Dad’s accident.”
His voice quiet, Hawk said, “How did the accident happen?”
“He was driving on the highway and some idiot ran him off the road.”
The three men exchanged glances. She frowned. “What are you thinking?”
“That it was all a little too convenient,” Swede suggested.
“In what way?”
“He gets run off the road, your father is injured, a long lost brother shows up needing work and before you know it there’s a cache of weapons found and all hell breaks loose.”
The thoughts ran through her mind. “Do you think Gerry was helping with bombs?”
“Was he the type?” Hawk asked curiously. “You haven’t said anything as to what he was like.
“From where?”
Hawk opened his phone. “Mia, we need gear.”
“And?”
“Does your father have any in his house? I don’t want to just help myself without asking you,” he said awkwardly.
“You saved his life, I don’t think he’d mind if you borrowed stuff from the house or the shop to go save the world,” she said and hung up.
He couldn’t place the sounds he’d heard in the background while she’d been talking on the phone. He filled the others in and started toward the shed. “Let’s check in here first.”
“We already have. There’s not much but overstock from the store.”
“Any guns or ammo left?”
They shook their heads. “Not sure what all was here to begin with, but it’s been pretty well emptied out.”
Hawk took a quick glance around. Nodded and turned to the house. “We can go through the store if we need more.”
“Let’s hope he has the headlamps. A trip into town to buy equipment is going to slow us down.”
Going through Gordon’s house yielded very little. A few water bottles but that was all.
“He wasn’t into caves apparently.”
“He was a hunting nut.”
Shadow nodded. “We need to check the store.”
A screeching sound of brakes slamming hard had them all running for cover.
An old dilapidated truck pulled into the driveway and drove up to the house. Mia hopped out. “Thanks Cory.” She motioned to her truck. “I’ll be fine now.”
The driver waved and with a squeal as his gears shifted, backed down the driveway.
She turned to face them. And kicked her chin up a notch.
Chapter 8
“I ’VE CALLED THE Bangor brothers. They are dropping off a couple of sets of harnesses,” she rushed to say before Hawk could interrupt and yell at her. Her gaze went from one man to the other. “If we leave now we’ll have a few hours of daylight. In the caves, time won’t matter as it’s all darkness anyway. We won’t be hampered by a lack of daylight.”
She stepped forward and held out her hand. “You must be Swede.”
Swede shook her hand and nodded.
With her hand still outstretched, she walked to Shadow. “I’m Mia. Thank you for helping.”
Shadow, quiet as ever, stepped forward and with a soft drawl said, “My pleasure. I’m sorry about your father. He’s a good man.”
And that was when she realized these men had met her father. Not just Hawk but the others as well. “He is a good man,” she whispered. “He didn’t deserve this.”
“And your uncle?” Shadow asked. “What can you tell us about him?”
She shrugged. “Not much. He and my father were estranged for over thirty years. Then all of a sudden he shows up wanting to make peace. Dad never thought anything of it. He opened his door and let him back into his house and his life.”
Shadow nodded. “What did your uncle do for a living?”
“Apparently he was down on his luck when he showed up at Dad’s house. Part of the reason he let him in, I think. Dad has always been a softie.”
“And then he started working at the store?” Shadow asked.
She nodded. “It gave me more time as I’d been helping out a lot more since Dad’s accident.”
His voice quiet, Hawk said, “How did the accident happen?”
“He was driving on the highway and some idiot ran him off the road.”
The three men exchanged glances. She frowned. “What are you thinking?”
“That it was all a little too convenient,” Swede suggested.
“In what way?”
“He gets run off the road, your father is injured, a long lost brother shows up needing work and before you know it there’s a cache of weapons found and all hell breaks loose.”
The thoughts ran through her mind. “Do you think Gerry was helping with bombs?”
“Was he the type?” Hawk asked curiously. “You haven’t said anything as to what he was like.
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