Here’s the next episode of Bugout! California.
San Francisco was a battle zone. A battered Ford Excursion raced towards the pier.
“What are we doing on the Embarcadero?” Sanchez asked, worry on his black-bearded face. “It’s not a trap like last time, right? I’ve seen five UN vans since we left the restaurant.”
“Relax,” Joosten said. His hands were on the wheel of the SUV, his long gray hair shaggy, blowing in the wind of the open window. “We’re going to Pier 35. You really ought to be keeping track of the message boards. Hell, I’m old. You’re supposed to be more up on this crap than I am.”
“Why’d I have to come, anyway?”
“We’ve got a bunch of stuff to load into the back. Stan and Terry are following us, a couple blocks back, with their pick-up.”
“You believe this stuff too much,” Sanchez said. Joosten stared at him for a moment.
“Why are you…
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