Rose City Kill Zone: Dent Miller Thriller #3 (Dent Miller Thrillers) by DL Barbur

Author:DL Barbur [Barbur, DL]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Right Cross Press
Published: 2019-03-07T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

“I’m getting too old for this shit,” Dale said as he took a drink from his canteen.

Even though it was early, and we were under a camouflage net, it was already getting hot. Below us, Freedom Ranch was a beehive of activity. We’d systematically divided the area around the house into a grid, and counted fifty-three people around the various campsites. Most of them were carrying visible firearms, usually rifles, but thankfully all of them seemed to be adults. My biggest fear was that some of these nut cases were going to turn this into a family affair. Hopefully, the FBI would have had the good sense to change plans if that was the case.

What worried me the most was the roadblock. Overnight two full-size pickup trucks had been parked nose to nose across the ranch gates. The beds were full of dirt and crushed concrete. I wasn’t sure how much they weighed, but I was sure it was several tons. We’d let the FBI command post know, and sent digital pictures, and received a curt acknowledgment.

I wiped sweat out of my eyes and checked my watch. The FBI was two hours late. If they’d changed plans, they weren’t telling us. The last we’d heard, they’d blocked the highway on either side of the ranch entrance, and a huge convoy of vehicles was staged a couple of miles away.

“There’s the drone again,” Robert said. About thirty seconds later, I heard the high pitched whine of the drone’s engines. We’d figured out that he could hear it long before Dale or I could. I wondered at what point I’d just have to go get hearing aids. I wasn’t that old, but the mixture of gunfire, flash-bang grenades, explosions, and too much loud electric guitar was taking its toll.

It was devilishly difficult to see. I figured it was about six feet long or so, with a wingspan of maybe a little more. If it had been painted a shade that was a little less gray, and a little more blue, we would have never seen it against the cloudless sky. It settled into an orbit maybe a thousand feet above the ranch. That was new. It had done several flyovers this morning, usually doing a grid pattern of the ranch for a half hour or so, then leaving.

For the first couple of hours after sunrise, we’d been busy. First, we’d tried to get a good count of all the people milling around. Then I’d worked a camera with a ridiculously long lens, trying to get facial shots of everyone down there, while Robert and Dale meticulously created a sketch of the compound, then used our tripod-mounted laser range finder to create a range card. At this distance, if Dale had to put the big .50 caliber rifle to work, he’d have to make precise adjustments for range. If he miscalculated by even a few percent, the bullet could hit the ground well short of its target. He also would have to account for the wind.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.