The Omega Plague by Jerome Whitney

Author:Jerome Whitney [Whitney, Jerome]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Jerome-Whitney.com
Published: 2019-02-17T22:00:00+00:00

9

The men behind the barricade began looking around for the source of the noise. One of the men, however, did not take his eyes off of us. He was an older man with graying hair and he was leering at both Connie and me.

I glanced at a nearby bridge thinking we might use it to outflank them. I quickly realized it was a trail bridge too narrow to take the Hummer across on.

I looked back at the barricade. Gray Hair was nudging the man who had ordered us to halt —who was a skinhead punk— and said something that made them both laugh. “You two broads in the Hummer, get out so we can get a... closer look at you.” The skinhead said into the megaphone, grinning.

Both Skinhead and Gray Hair thought that was hilarious, but the attention of the other douchebag's behind the barricade was towards the sky.

“'Broads?' Really? In this day and age? I ought to shoot the fuckers for that. Wait, that's against the law,” Connie said.

I glanced at her. She looked serious.

“Really?” I asked, feeling amazed.

Connie's face broke out into a grin. “Wait, I just remembered there is no law except what you make up now,” she said.

She reached into the backseat for her Heckler and Koch submachine gun, making sure the men could not see what she was getting.

“Hey, get out of there!” The skinhead shouted at us.

I reached in back for my H&K instead.

“You loaded?” Connie asked.

I checked my weapon. “Yeah, the magazine is on.”

Connie grimaced. “Is the mag on tight?”

Now it was my turn to grimace. “It is on tight. Dad taught me all he knew about military-style weapons stuff. I'm not GI Joe Barbie.”

Connie laughed. “That's a good one.” Then she turned serious. “Okay, I want you to stick your weapon through that firing slit in front of you and empty it into those fuckers as I roar this baby ahead and ram that barricade. As soon as the clip is empty, grab my gun and resume shooting, then reload them as soon as we're through. Got it?”

“Um, yeah, but what if we damage our vehicle? It's not as if we can just pull in to the nearest service station to get patched up.”

Connie sighed. “Good point, Katie.”

Connie put the Hummer in reverse, began to back up slowly.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

Connie looked at me quickly, smiled. “Trust me.”

“Hey, get back here!” Skinhead shouted. By now the helicopter noise had faded, and the attention of all the guys at the barricade was back on us.

Skinhead looked at everybody, waved them forward.

“As soon as they start crossing, burn their ass,” Connie told me, not breaking her concentration as she looked over her shoulder.

Skinhead, Gray Hair, and the other dudes began to vault the barricade.

I flipped open the slit in the plexiglass windshield and began to fire.

I walked my fire up the line of advancing men, stitching a bunch of them across their chests, just like dad had taught me.

My mag went dry. I swapped my H&K for Connie's, kept shooting.

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