was back to camp, and probably a lot more bodies to make it happen.
Ok, maybe ‘bodies’ wasn’t the best choice of words.
He arrived in the area of the camp after three hours, and decided to scout around slowly. He marked a huge camping store on his map for a priority clearance sale, and doubted whether Jimmy and Kev could fit it all in one truck – maybe a group outing soon?
He parked well away from the base, and walked a long way round to approach it from higher ground. He’d brought a small rucksack of gear, and the hardwearing waterproof sleeping bag with him. He didn’t think it was going to rain, but realised it had been years since he had really studied the weather and not checked a forecast app.
Damn technology; it had made him soft and lazy.
He settled in, watching the base from the scope, at around four in the afternoon. He figured that if he watched from now until day break and saw nobody then the camp was safe to approach.
Just as the sun dropped behind him, he reconsidered waiting through the night. There was no sign of movement at all, and the place definitely looked deserted. He could clearly make out the shape of the now deceased Ministry of Defence policeman in the small booth on the still closed gate, and was impatient to get more in the way of munitions.
He shuffled back from the small ridge, collected his gear and slung his rifle on his back. He decided to use the last of the light to get into the base.
Too many thoughts must have been going through his head. He was complacent. Lazy. Foolish to have insisted he went alone.
“Stop right there, laddie” called a gravelly Scottish voice from nowhere, heavily punctuated by the sound of a large round being chambered.
“Guns on the ground and I’ll be knowing your business here”
“Ok, let’s just take it easy” said Dan slowly as he held the rifle away from his body by the barrel with his left hand and lowered his body. This was intentional, as it freed the right hand to be near the Glock holstered on is right leg. He couldn’t see the owner of the voice and thought that there may still be a chance to get the drop on him.
That idea was quickly crushed when the man appeared behind his right shoulder. “Don’t. Finger and thumb, on the ground”
Dan slowly removed the Glock using only his thumb and forefinger as instructed. Either this guy knew his business, or he’d seen lots of films. Dan worryingly suspected the former, as the man wouldn’t come within ten feet of him – too far away to rush him, too close to move and have him miss with the first shots. He was carrying an automatic rifle, and was dressed in camouflage clothing.
Dan slowly turned to face him. Everything about the man screamed professional soldier. Early forties he would guess, lean, not very big, but something behind the eyes made him believe this guy was figuring out whether to kill him now or later.
“Talk” he barked. Dan decided that nothing other than full disclosure would get him out of this.
“I’m from a group of survivors, we have women and children and they need protecting. I came here to try and find better weapons and hopefully more people to join us” Dan rattled off “we need your help”.
The man considered this for a time, and gestured with the muzzle of his rifle for Dan to walk. He went slowly and kept his hands up and away from the knife visible on his rucksack strap. He tried a few times to get the man to speak, but he was just ignored. Dan found himself back at his Land Rover, where he was ordered to produce the keys. He was sure he was going to get robbed, and faced a cold night with an uncertain journey back, but to his surprise he was told “Wait here, I’ll be back in an hour”
“What?” said Dan, and looked back over his shoulder but the man was gone. Where he was stood were his rifle and Glock.
He considered the situation he was in, and decided that it was worth the risk to wait. If an ambush was planned, nobody
Ok, maybe ‘bodies’ wasn’t the best choice of words.
He arrived in the area of the camp after three hours, and decided to scout around slowly. He marked a huge camping store on his map for a priority clearance sale, and doubted whether Jimmy and Kev could fit it all in one truck – maybe a group outing soon?
He parked well away from the base, and walked a long way round to approach it from higher ground. He’d brought a small rucksack of gear, and the hardwearing waterproof sleeping bag with him. He didn’t think it was going to rain, but realised it had been years since he had really studied the weather and not checked a forecast app.
Damn technology; it had made him soft and lazy.
He settled in, watching the base from the scope, at around four in the afternoon. He figured that if he watched from now until day break and saw nobody then the camp was safe to approach.
Just as the sun dropped behind him, he reconsidered waiting through the night. There was no sign of movement at all, and the place definitely looked deserted. He could clearly make out the shape of the now deceased Ministry of Defence policeman in the small booth on the still closed gate, and was impatient to get more in the way of munitions.
He shuffled back from the small ridge, collected his gear and slung his rifle on his back. He decided to use the last of the light to get into the base.
Too many thoughts must have been going through his head. He was complacent. Lazy. Foolish to have insisted he went alone.
“Stop right there, laddie” called a gravelly Scottish voice from nowhere, heavily punctuated by the sound of a large round being chambered.
“Guns on the ground and I’ll be knowing your business here”
“Ok, let’s just take it easy” said Dan slowly as he held the rifle away from his body by the barrel with his left hand and lowered his body. This was intentional, as it freed the right hand to be near the Glock holstered on is right leg. He couldn’t see the owner of the voice and thought that there may still be a chance to get the drop on him.
That idea was quickly crushed when the man appeared behind his right shoulder. “Don’t. Finger and thumb, on the ground”
Dan slowly removed the Glock using only his thumb and forefinger as instructed. Either this guy knew his business, or he’d seen lots of films. Dan worryingly suspected the former, as the man wouldn’t come within ten feet of him – too far away to rush him, too close to move and have him miss with the first shots. He was carrying an automatic rifle, and was dressed in camouflage clothing.
Dan slowly turned to face him. Everything about the man screamed professional soldier. Early forties he would guess, lean, not very big, but something behind the eyes made him believe this guy was figuring out whether to kill him now or later.
“Talk” he barked. Dan decided that nothing other than full disclosure would get him out of this.
“I’m from a group of survivors, we have women and children and they need protecting. I came here to try and find better weapons and hopefully more people to join us” Dan rattled off “we need your help”.
The man considered this for a time, and gestured with the muzzle of his rifle for Dan to walk. He went slowly and kept his hands up and away from the knife visible on his rucksack strap. He tried a few times to get the man to speak, but he was just ignored. Dan found himself back at his Land Rover, where he was ordered to produce the keys. He was sure he was going to get robbed, and faced a cold night with an uncertain journey back, but to his surprise he was told “Wait here, I’ll be back in an hour”
“What?” said Dan, and looked back over his shoulder but the man was gone. Where he was stood were his rifle and Glock.
He considered the situation he was in, and decided that it was worth the risk to wait. If an ambush was planned, nobody
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