Grace Under Fire by Franklin Horton

Author:Franklin Horton [Horton, Franklin]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Horsemen of the Apocalypse LLC
Published: 2017-10-31T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-One

Arthur Bridges’ Compound

The cabin Kevin built as his personal bug-out dwelling at the compound was a one-room log structure built from a kit. There was a storage loft, a wood stove, and a gravity-fed sink. The toilet was out back. Kevin hadn’t had any time to settle in yet so his gear was still stacked around the room, along with the other gear he’d stored there since building the cabin.

Kevin was methodically laying gear out on his bed, as he always did when preparing for an operation. He did fewer of them anymore, but he still went through the same routine. Robert and Arthur watched. Feeling tired from her injuries and the exertion of the day, Sonyea had gone to bed already.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Arthur asked.

“It’s the only way to get good intel,” Kevin replied.

“You know they probably have thermal, just like we do,” Robert said. “If they do, you won’t get far.”

Kevin pulled a gallon-sized plastic jug from a tote. He smiled at Robert. “You’ll see.”

He disappeared into the bathroom and returned a few minute later in his underwear, his body smeared from head-to-toe with…something.

“What the hell is that?’ Arthur asked.

“Thermal block,” Kevin replied. “It will prevent me from registering on thermal.”

“Really?” Robert asked.

“Really,” Kevin replied. “Although it does hold in a lot of your body heat, so in hot conditions it’s nearly impossible to use. It works like the IR-blocking paint they use on artillery.”

Kevin slipped on a camo uniform and a pair of tall boots. He strapped on a battle belt full of gear and dropped a plate carrier covered in pouches over his head. He slid a handgun into the Safariland holster on the belt.

“You a .45 man, huh?” Arthur asked, noting the 1911-style pistol.

“Colt Delta Elite in 10mm.” Kevin went on to pull an odd-looking rifle from a hard case.

Robert shook his head. “Just when you impress me with your pistol selection, you go and pull out that ugly rifle.”

“The Tavor?” Kevin asked.

Robert nodded. “I think they’re hideous.”

“Yeah, but have you ever shot one?”

“Couldn’t bring myself to do it,” Robert chuckled.

“They’ll make a believer out of you. That’s an X95 with integral suppressor in 9mm. Handles like a Ferrari even in full-auto.”

Robert nodded with new interest. “I might have to try one.”

Kevin pulled a bump helmet from another case and secured flip down optics to it.

“What generation is that night vision?” Arthur asked. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“This isn’t available anywhere,” Kevin said. “A defense contractor I did some work for gave me this set to try out. I’m right-eye dominant so the right eye is night vision, the left is thermal. The brain blends the images. You can hit a button to change either eye to thermal, to night vision, or just to clear.”

“That’s impressive,” Arthur said.

When Kevin finished kitting up, he double-checked his gear.

“Make sure and coordinate with the perimeter security,” Arthur said. “Don’t want any mistaken identity when you return.”

“Already done,” Kevin said. “We established a re-entry point and protocol already.

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