Highway: A Post-Apocalyptic Tale of Survival by John Q. Prepper & ML Banner

Author:John Q. Prepper & ML Banner [Prepper, John Q.]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Toes in the Water Publishing, LLC
Published: 2016-03-28T06:00:00+00:00

“Have you been able to reach 1T2?” the fake Colonel Jones asked the young prisoner, an Army corporal they charged to operate the radios for them.

He pulled his headphones off. “I'm sorry, Colonel, what did you say?”

“Corporal Grimes, I asked if you were able to reach 1T2 on the radio.” Grimes had heard him the first time, but he always acted a little slow to try and get more information. Grimes knew that 1T2 was code for the head of one of their cells, but he didn’t know the real name of the man, only his code name. It was the same for all fifty-two of the listings on the piece of paper he’d been handed. The only thing he could guess, based on their position on the paper, was perhaps their hierarchy; Grimes guessed that the first code name on the list, 1F, was the head of the top cell. But it was all just a guess, because nothing else made sense.

“Corporal Grimes,” Jones hollered impatiently.

“No, I have not, Sir. And there's been no chatter on that frequency.”

“Okay, then try the frequency of the first listing and give me the microphone after you have reached him.”

Porter Grimes looked at his captor, and wanted to ask more questions, to learn more. At least he wanted to defy his master, to be less amenable than he was. He detested the fact that he was helping the enemy. Then, he looked down to his feet at the previous radio operator’s death trail, a streak of dried redness that ran the floor to the storage closet across the room, where his friend’s festering body was starting to stink up the place. “Yes, Sir.” He quickly twisted the dials to the frequency on the list in front of him and called 1F, wishing he could find out who this man in charge of them all was. “W4ZZ, this is WI5IS, 1A requesting discussion with 1F. Over.”

Colonel Jones turned to the lone guard and barked an order, and the guard zipped away, presumably to fulfill his demand.

“Okay, Colonel, I have 1F on the radio,” Grimes pushed his microphone over to the colonel and offered the man his headphones.

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