Satan's Forge (Star Sojourner Book 5) by Kilczer Jean

Author:Kilczer, Jean [Kilczer, Jean]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Creativia
Published: 2014-05-05T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

The campsite was deserted. You'd never know anybody had lived there. We got out of the vehicles and Mack's people checked the area. A few of them went into the cabin, then emerged. One man looked at Mack and shook his head.

“So where the hell are they?” Mack asked me.

I glanced around. “They were here when I left. Must've decided to move on. You know how it is with guerrilla fighters. Hit and run, and set up a new camp.”

He came close to me. His teeth were yellow. I smelled tobacco on his breath. “And they didn't tell you where they'd be running to?”

I backed up. “I left kind of suddenly.”

“You know what?”

“What?”

“I don't fucking believe you.”

“What reason would I have to lie to you? We're compatriots, right?”

“How were you going to find your platoon, compatriot?” He grabbed my vest. “What's the plan to hook up at the next camp?”

“No plan,” I said. “Stragglers are supposed to meet with a team member at Two Sons and a Dad's Tavern in Bolton Springs.”

He let go of my vest. “Then that's where we'll go,” he said too softly and patted my cheek. “Now get inside the vehicle.”

“You're coming on a little strong for a compatriot, aren't you?” I said, hoping to convince him that I still thought we were on the same side." I mean, I'm supposed to take orders from you, but –”

“Get into the vehicle!” He smacked my cheek. I fell back against the door. “I don't care what you thought,” he said. “After that ride you took us on in the woods, I don't trust you. You got that? You could be one of Slade's boys.”

“Who, me?” I got in, holding my stinging cheek.

Mack slid in next to me.

Time to form an escape plan.

I could probably influence Mack and Darryl with a deep probe. But twelve men were far too many. The best I could do was to tel-link and find out what they were thinking. No help there.

We pulled up in front of the tavern, got out, and went inside. George, behind the bar, straightened and plastered a smile on his face. Thirteen customers. That should make his day. His sons hurried to wipe tables that still had empty dishes and glasses.

“Sit down,” Mack told me and motioned to an empty table.

I sat.

He looked around. A few patrons were at the bar. Two others played pool. “Well?” he said. “Which one is he?”

“He's not here yet.” I checked my watch. “He's supposed to show up at six o'clock. It's only four thirty-five.”

Tall, skinny Ted came to the table, all smiles, and wiped it off with a damp dishcloth. “What can I get you gents?”

Mack slid me a look.

“Coffee,” I said.

Ted held his smile and waited.

“You buying?” I asked Mack. "My credcount's locked.

“Whatever,” he said.

“A slice of mudpie,” I told Ted.

He nodded at Mack. “And you, sir?”

“What the hell's mudpie?” Mack asked. “All right. Mudpie, and a beer.”

It would be dark in half an hour. I decided to wait until then to make my move.

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