Back from the Brink: Toward the Brink V by Craig McDonough

Author:Craig McDonough
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Published: 2017-12-24T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Four

Twenty-Four

The team from room 17 moved quietly across the asphalt. The motel had been a home away from home—their sanctuary. It had been a long, tough road getting here. There had been the engagement with foamers on their arrival and the attack by Holmes’ group, but they survived. The survivors moved on and prospects for a secure home were good, until Tom remembered the missile’s and the impending tragedy. Now Elliot and Chuck were gone as they searched for possible survivors and now those that stayed faced another complication—a sea invasion by foamers. The tarps that covered most of the parking lot, kept the moonlight from penetrating and made it almost impossible to see much further than a few feet. Cleavon covered the lens of his flashlight with electrical tape, then put a single hole in the middle with a ballpoint pen. A tiny beam of light, no bigger than a golf ball, was the result but it was enough to see by without alerting the whole neighborhood. Morris was right behind, with one hand hooked into Cleavon’s pants, Sam behind him did the same and so on it went to Chess at the rear. When they reached the buildings on either side of the driveway, where there were no overhead covers, the light from the partial moon and stars made it seem like day it was that bright.

“Kill the light,” Riley whispered. “Chess take a team over to the other side.”

A shuffle of feet on the asphalt indicated Chess’ moved into position right away.

“Can you see anything?” Riley eased up behind Cleavon.

Cleavon, a former Special Forces soldier like Riley, had his eyes glued on the street in front of the motel. He looked left and right but there was no movement of any kind.

“I think we’re clear,”

“Okay let’s move out, but easy Cleav, okay, easy.” Riley knew the difference between perception and reality.

Cleavon clicked his fingers twice for Chess to move out with him and Riley turned and told James to follow him but, “Stick close.”

The street itself presented another problem. There were many tall, dense pines that lined the street and the sides of stores and the buildings, the moonlight couldn’t penetrate through them. Staying close to the trees provided great cover but hindered their view. Dozens of foamers could lay in wait underneath the trees and they wouldn’t know. The only comfort was the experienced soldiers among them doubted the foamers would know how to lay in silence for an ambush. It was also hard to believe the foamers could cross fifty miles of cold open ocean—but they did.

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