Rolling Thunder - 03 by Dirk Patton

Author:Dirk Patton [Patton, Dirk]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2014-06-02T04:00:00+00:00

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The lower level of the train station was empty and echoing and it was nice to get out of the rain. At the back of the large waiting area was a set of stairs and I headed for them. Pausing when I found the pile of crates I expected to be there, I took a minute to drop all of my empty rifle magazines and load up with full ones, adding a half dozen grenades to my arsenal while I was at it. Restocked, I climbed the stairs and wandered around the low ceilinged upper floor offices until I found the balcony.

There were three men standing on it and I recognized the one in the center as Colonel Crawford, the Army Colonel that I had met at Arnold Air Force Base. He was also the man who had given me the news that I was back in the Army, softening the blow with a big promotion to Major. Not that I would ever see the pay or benefits of the rank, but at least I could get things done like I just had with the Sergeant without a lot of bargaining.

“Colonel,” I said, stepping out behind him. Crawford turned, took half a second to recognize me, then broke into a big grin and stuck his hand out. I held my bandaged hand up and grinned, remembering his bone crushing grip and not about to experience it with my damaged paw.

“You made it out alive! Not really surprised after reading your file. You were quite the bad ass in your day.”

“Thank you, sir. But, in my day? That really hurts, sir.” I smiled at him and he returned the smile before introducing me to the Captain and Master Sergeant that were standing next to him.

The Master Sergeant, Darius Jackson, was a short, black man that was built like a fireplug and wore a Special Forces tab on his shoulder. I suspected he was one of Crawford’s men from the 5th SOG. “You probably don’t remember me, but you were an instructor at Bragg when I went through selection.” He said. I looked at him, but that was too many years and too many faces ago.

“Sorry, but I don’t. Was I a prick?”

“Oh, yes sir. You were a gold plated one!” He grinned before turning back to look at the crowd below, shifting his head when raised voices caught his attention.

A small squabble had broken out between some civilians. Cops and soldiers were quickly converging on the spot, pushing their way through the crowd. Before they could arrive, there were a couple of gun shots and one of the men who had been arguing fell to the ground. The surrounding people screamed and surged away from the fight, hampering the progress of the authorities, but one of the cops pushed through. The shooter turned in his direction, pistol raised and the cop shot him several times. A woman and a group of kids screamed loud enough for us to hear them clearly, falling to the ground to hold the wounded man.

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