Katy tied her hair back in a ponytail, giving Evelyn a sideways glance.
“Don’t give me that look. You know darn well what I’m talkin’ about. It seems like the world has fallen apart, but the challenge of men and women communicating their feelings, hasn’t changed one bit,” Evelyn said, smiling and shaking her head.
LB walked through the front door and stepped on to the porch, “Mornin’ ladies.”
“Nothing good about it so far,” Katy said, getting up and walking down the street.
“Something I said?” asked LB.
“Nope, she just needs to be alone right now.”
“I heard a lot of movement in the hotel. Seems like everyone is gearing up for something big. Did I miss out on the invite to the fiesta?”
“Not sure. All I’ve heard since we got back is endless talk about Flagstaff. Something is brewing up north.”
****
“We’re fifteen minutes out from the LZ,” shouted Crawford above the hum of the rotors. “We’ll drop you about twelve miles southeast of Flagstaff near Lake Mary. From there, you can infil up the mesa into town. My scouts near Sedona said the city is still crawling with RAMs, but if you stick to the small canyons that skirt past the old Sherriff’s department, you should be able to avoid any entanglements. From there, it’s your show Pete.”
Travis tucked radio buds into his ear, while Pete did the same. He did a radio check with Crawford and then turned off the device to conserve the batteries. Travis leaned forward. “Give us until tonight to get into place. Then we’ll radio in at 1900 and give you a sit-rep.”
He turned on the red light of his headlamp and pulled out a folded piece of paper. “Mind giving this to Katy when you get back. I’d appreciate it,” he said, handing it to Crawford.
“You boys watch your top-knots, and I’ll see you on the extract,” said Crawford, stowing the paper.
They did a final check of their weapons and glanced over each other’s pack straps, along with the AKs and tactical vests laden with magazines. Crawford had provided them with radios and suppressors for the Glocks, along with a few smoke grenades. The pilot leaned his right arm back, indicating the approach to the landing zone, as both men readied to set down.
Travis turned his headlamp off and leaned towards Crawford. “You never did buy me a beer.”
“Next time around then Seargent,” Crawford said, as both men jumped on the soft ground, disappearing quickly into the darkness of the ponderosa pine forest, while the dust from the ascending helo swirled around the tiny meadow.
I hope you enjoyed the journey so far. Please stay tuned for future volumes. As a beginning author of fiction, reviews and feedback are greatly appreciated.
Many thanks for your interest and support!
Stay safe,
JT Sawyer
Also by JT Sawyer:
HELL WEEK
Get ready for a fresh take on the zombie genre when the SEALs fix their crosshairs on the undead and the unsavory. James Enroy, a former Navy SEAL, thinks he is the sole survivor left in L.A. after a bioweapon cripples humanity, turning the infected into pudding-faced zombies. A chance meeting with an old mentor and a young heroine brings the trio into a confrontation with a criminal kingpin who has turned the L.A. Zoo into a gladiator arena, pitting zombies against humans. This short story (100 pages) is the first in a new series of post-apocalyptic books.
Note- this is a separate series than the First Wave books.
Hell Week is available on Amazon Kindle.
Table of Contents
Copyright
Note from the Author
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 23
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31