Scott Baker by Rotter World

Author:Rotter World
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2012-06-01T13:08:58+00:00

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The convoy continued along as the first rays of the morning sun crested the tree line. Route 79 became Route 92 when they crossed into Pennsylvania. Robson followed it to the intersection of Route 6, followed that road west for several miles, and then picked up Route 87. He traveled for just over half an hour when a road sign appeared ahead of him off to the right.

ENTERING BARBOURS

Robson pulled the map from between the visor and the roof, and flipped it over to the side displaying northern Pennsylvania. After a few seconds, he found what he was looking for.

“We’re here.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” asked Thompson as he made his way forward. “We’re nowhere near Site R.”

“I’m not talking about Site R.”

A small country road cut across Route 87. Only a few isolated, abandoned buildings could be seen from the road. Robson steered the armored car onto the shoulder and stopped. Behind him, the remaining vehicles pulled off the road and parked.

Compton, slumped down in the passenger’s seat, stirred from his nap. Sitting upright, he looked out at the surrounding trees. “Where are we?”

“Barbours.”

“Why are we stopping? There’s nothing here.”

“Exactly.” Robson opened the door and stepped out, both Compton and Thompson staring at him with a look of confusion. The two men exited the armored car.

By the time Robson reached the school bus, the Angels were deploying in a circle around the convoy. Natalie, O’Bannon, and Daytona came forward to meet him. Mad Dog jogged up from where he had parked the Ryder farther down the road.

“Is everything okay?” asked Natalie, her eyes nervously scanning the area.

“Everything’s fine. We’re making camp here until sundown.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” said Thompson stepping up behind him. “We have another seven hours of daylight.”

“We need to rest up and regroup.”

Thompson disagreed. “If we push on, we could make it to Gettysburg by nightfall.”

“It’s not as easy as you make it sound.”

“Why’s that?”

Robson pointed west down Route 87. “Because ten miles down that road we’ll be entering Harrisburg.”

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