Bear The Brunt by Harley Tate

Author:Harley Tate [Tate, Harley]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Post-Apocalyptic | EMP | Survival
Published: 2019-10-08T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

KEITH

South June Street

Los Angeles, California

Saturday, 5:15 a.m. PST

Bear stopped to smell the corner of a retaining wall overflowing with purple flowers and Keith reached out to Lainey. “We’re about a block away. The house is the second to last on the right before the next cross street. Stuccoed Mediterranean sandwiched between two brick Tudors.”

Lainey nodded. “Are you sure the guards will be out? This is a quiet street.”

Keith surveyed the oversized houses with gated driveways and picturesque front yards. “I’m sure. If the Consul General is inside, guards will be stationed outside.”

“Don’t the neighbors mind?”

“I bet they love it. Free security year-round.”

He reached down and scratched Bear behind the ear. The reality of the obstacles in their way finally began to seep into Keith’s consciousness. Here they stood, a reporter, a cameraman, and a dog, trying to dig up information on the greatest attack ever on American soil. Where was the government? The military? Anyone?

He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. The more they sniffed around, the worse it stank.

“Are you okay?” Lainey’s hand squeezed his bicep.

“Just having a moment.” He opened his eyes to find her staring.

“It might all be nothing.” She dropped her hand and turned back toward the street and the Consul General’s house beyond. “But I owe it to my sister and to Rick to find out. If the British Consul General has information, then that’s where we need to go.”

Keith nodded. Lainey was right. They couldn’t let doubt and fear keep them from figuring out the truth. If it all turned out to be a hoax or some giant misunderstanding, then so be it. “So we follow the plan?”

Lainey nodded.

After ransacking his apartment and stuffing two backpacks full of everything from water bottles to food to sweatshirts, a hand-crank radio, and flashlight, they had worked out a plan. Keith and Bear would talk to the guard out front while Lainey would do her best to work the guard on the side. Splitting up doubled their odds of success. If one made it in, the other would wait.

It wasn’t foolproof and they could both strike out, but at least they could say they tried talking first. With the van parked three blocks over in a bank parking lot, they might be able to escape even if the guards attempted to hold them.

Keith tugged on Bear’s leash and pulled him away from the interesting smells.

It only took a minute or two to reach the house. Bear’s tail picked up speed, wagging faster as he sniffed the air. Keith leaned toward Lainey. “The guard is out. Bear can smell him already.”

Lainey pulled back and let Keith take the lead. As he crossed the driveway, Bear woofed and bowed like a puppy, his butt stuck up in the air as he caught sight of the guard. The man patted his pocket and Keith let Bear’s leash go. The dog raced across the grass to sit at the guard’s feet. Keith approached slowly, critically examining him for the first time.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.