The Old man had been staring down from the mesa, looking at the mess that they had to clean up. He had
just got a call from the airfield, Dave said everything was okay. This latest onslaught had been the worst since this whole damn thing had started.
Uncle Leo's journal had pointed out that this would happen. The only other people who knew of it, was Carla, and Doc Hart. Doc Harts dad was in on it from the beginning with his uncle during the preparation for this event that would forever change the face of human history and the world.
"Hey you okay?", He felt the touch on his shoulder, he knew who it was the soft voice, then gentle touch.
The Old man hung his head, okay wasn't what he was feeling at this moment, it was like anger, and hate. He knew some of those folks down there he had killed, they had been good people at one time, unfortunate luck of the draw, to be carrying the enzyme that caused all this.He mustered up the best inside himself and turned.
"Yep, doing so so, Carla get the others down inside the mesa, and let them know the mess has to be cleaned up, can't let the bodies lay it will draw more scumbag dead to us". He said.
"Country has everyone moving, Dave and his crew will do the airfield, Doug and his people are already at work at the fall back position, now you've been up for the last eight hours, time to eat Old man, let the young ones handle it from here, the boss has to have a clear head to lead this rag tag group, now come on", she responded as she pulled on his sleeve. The Old man turned and called out "Come on Woof".
It was hard to resist this woman that he had run from so many years back, when he joined the Navy, it's not that he didn't want her, by all means he did. He knew that the life he chose wouldn't be good a one to raise a family in. His thoughts took him back in time.
The first year in he was just your average sailor, deck hand non designated. It was then that he decided to strike for machinist mate, he was always good with his hands. He made it, went to "A" school, the whole nine yards, and within three he had made second class petty officer. He wrote home to his Mom and Dad and told them, the letter he got back from his Mom said they were all happy, that he was doing what he like to do.
"Hey Stuart".
"Yeah Chief what is it?" Josiah replied.
"The Command Master Chief wants to see you, what the hell did you do now sailor?"
Josiah smiled, he knew what it was about, but he hadn't told his Chief which he should of, but he had completely by passed him, which he knew would piss the chief off. "Look Chief I ask the CMC about officer candidate school thats all"
"Well I'll be damned, another wanna be" he replied with a laugh. "go on hes waiting".
The meeting went as he expected, the CMC told him what paperwork to file,and the recommendations he needed.
He had gotten all the recommendations he needed his performance evaluations, and his Chief even gave him a outstanding write up.
Six months later he was in knife and fork school, he had gotten his butter bars thats what everyone called the newly assigned Ensigns. He went back to fleet upon graduation was assigned as a division officer aboard the USS John Banner, the latest nuclear carrier. He served another two years made Lieutenant Junior grade, then applied for the Navy Seal's some of the hardest training he had ever went through. After that it was one covert operation after another.
He opened the door, turned and looked at Carla, "I'm sorry for everything", he said as he grabbed her and kissed her deep. She pulled back "easy there Old man, there will be plenty of time for this, you need to eat and rest first", she said.
He sat down, at the table, Carla had made him food, his favorite, baked potato, green beans, country fried steak, without the steak, but deer meat, and gravy. "Here ya go, have a cold one" she said as she handed him a cold beer. He took a big swallow, looking down at his plate, he began to eat, like he hadn't eaten in days, in no time the food was gone, his belly full.
"Carla could you get Cappy away from comm, I need to talk with him". Carla shook her head, she knew that arguing with him wouldn't do no good, "Be right back", she said.
About five minutes later Cappy came in, Carla stuck her head in the doorway "Gonna give the doc and Amanda a hand be back soon".
Both men nodded their heads. "What ya need?" Cappy ask.
"Just need to know what has been happen to our outpost, the people, just everything I guess", the Old man said with frustration.
"Here it is, the best I give you, the seven outpost we have in our area had survived the latest onslaught, as with our associates throughout the world, and our associates here, they did well, supplies seem to be flowing, but they will be coming slow, to many raiders out there, we need to do something about that". Cappy waited for the Old man to reply.
"Don't worry about the raiders, the OBZS will take care of them in time as will LUDZAS, and the Halfbreeds, What did Country say about the time for clean up Cappy?"
Cappy wrinkled his brow this is the first time he had heard the Old man use those terms.
"Country said his crew would have it done in two hours, that would make about 9"30 this morning".
"Okay good, gonna get some rest been a long night, will be up and about by 11:30, let everyone know we need a get together, have our associates on the line and outposts also, I have information that needs to put out"
"You got it" Cappy replied as he got and left the room.
The Old man got up and headed for his room. As he sat on the side of his bed, looking around , a twelve by fourteen foot room, with a small shower and shitter attached to it. Man he shook his head, "Uncle you had it all figured out didn't you" he said to the thin air.
He got up striped down and walked into the small bathroom. turned the shower on, and stepped in. The cool water running over his head his felt good, he slowly turned the warm water on. It was time to tell all them about the Journal.
