The next chapter of Bugout! from my story blog.
Originally posted on Scagsdale's Tales:
The four soldiers that got out of the back of the Humvee stood around the vehicle with their weapons in their hands, keeping an eye on the crowd. The two officers were up on the veranda of the clubhouse.
“I asked who was in charge here?” the officer asked. He had a surly manner.
“I’m the owner of the park, sir,” Hilda said. “But we don’t have anyone formally in charge.”
“That’s going to change,” he said.
“Actually, no it’s not,” Jerry said, stepping up. “We have information for you guys. We’ll give it to you, and then you will be leaving us alone. This is still a free country, and we aren’t under martial law here.”
“And who are you?” asked the officer.
“A citizen, and a Marine,” Jerry said. “My name is Jerry. Who are you?”
“Lieutenant James,” the officer said. He was starting to calm down. “Where…
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