Bunker: Boxed Set (Books 4 and 5) by Jay J. Falconer

Author:Jay J. Falconer [Falconer, Jay J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: BookBreeze.com LLC
Published: 2018-03-13T22:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 31

“Any word from Bunker?” Albert asked Daisy after she delivered the final two boxes of Tide laundry detergent.

“No. All quiet.”

It was all Albert could do not to stare at her whenever she was around. It wasn’t just her incredibly sexy walk, her hips swaying from left to right like a stripper working the stage. It was all of her—how she carried herself—how she filled out the uniform. Even her smile was mesmerizing. He knew she wasn’t interested in him, but it still didn’t stop his desire. Or his eyes.

“No news is good news,” Rusty quipped as he emptied the last of the potable containers, splashing water onto the outside of the barn. The liquid pooled under the back leg of the portable table Albert had just set up.

Daisy furrowed her brow, nodding gently. “As long as his radio is still working.”

“Maybe you should call him?” Dustin asked.

Rusty put the empty five-gallon jug on the rolling cart in front of Dustin. It was next to a handful of others he’d already prepped.

Daisy shook her head with vigor. “Bunker was explicit about maintaining radio silence unless it’s an emergency.”

Albert sniggered. “Wouldn’t want our Russian friends getting a fix on our location.”

“At this point, all we can do is wait and listen.” Daisy looked at her watch. “Speaking of which, I gotta go.” She scampered away, with two of the three men watching her from behind.

“Damn,” Dustin said, craning his neck to watch her progress. Albert flared an eyebrow in agreement.

Rusty seemed oblivious to the sexual overtones. “Wouldn’t the fifty-gallon drums out back work better?”

Albert picked up one of the heavy-duty water jugs from the cart and shook it. “On paper, yeah. But there’s a reason Bunker put these on his list. We can move them a lot easier once they’re filled with diesel. Those drums would weigh over four hundred pounds. Dicky’s strong, but he’s not that strong.”

Dustin grabbed the handle on the front of the cart and began to push. “Now for the fun part.”

“I love the smell of napalm in the morning,” Albert said, his tone deep and purposeful.

“Apocalypse Now, right?”

“Great flick, especially that intense scene with the ox.”

Rusty marched alongside Albert, both following Dustin’s lead to the pasture behind the barn. They made the first corner and headed to the elevated, 300-gallon, gravity-fed diesel supply.

When they arrived at the overhead tank, Dustin stood on the bottom rail of the metal platform and grabbed the fuel hose hanging above. He hopped down, then removed the cap on the first water container. “Here, you’re in charge of these,” he said, tossing the cap to Rusty without warning. “Put them on after I finish filling each one.”

Rusty nodded, then looked at Albert. “Do we fill them all the way?”

Albert pointed to the side of the blue container, his finger several inches below the top. “No, we stop about here to leave air space for combustion.”

Dustin removed the rest of the caps and gave them to Rusty. He put the fuel hose into the first spout and began to fill it.

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