《On The Run From A Dragon》Day Nine: Part Four

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After hastily writing one more note and under lining, Zabel stood up after folding the paper.

"Sr. we have a safe house where you can eat and get some sleep. I will insure you are undisturbed."

At this point an MRE and dirt trench seemed like an relaxing vacation spot. Tom was hoping he could snatch a piazza or two from here, but a peaceful location was higher up on his priority list. Getting to his feet without hurrying and notice he was in need of a hot shower.

"All right, lets get go'n."

Zabel swiveled on the heel of her black combat boots and opened the old door as the rusty hinge squeaked. Just outside the doorway there were two more commandos facing opposite ends of the hallway. The right one had a yellow smiley sticker on the back of her black helmet. The other one had a pack of playing cards in the webbing. They both turned to look at them. Written in white on front of their helmets was Jester and Silent. Zabel handed Silent the piece of paper.

"When we get Gun Tower, send a copy of this report up the chain of command and another to a quartermaster."

Silent opened a velcro pouch that made no noise and took custody of the report. This caught Tom's eye immediately, she had a curse on her. He would have to inspect it after getting some sleeping. Zabel eyeballed Jester next.

"Get some EE3."

Throwing her hands in the air with a yahoo, Jester let her assault rifle hag on its sling. Strolling pass her two squad members the sergeant keyed her mic.

"Tick and Tock we're coming out with White king in tow."

A confirmation was returned over the radio with two clicks. As Tom followed Zabel outside the piazza place, his nose pick up her spicy perfume of gun powder. A intimidating black SUV that screamed I'm bullet poof sat in the small parking lot. Tock was standing by the passenger door with a magazine loading shot gun. Opening the door with a bored demeanor, Tock's gloved hand pointed inside.

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"Right this way Sr."

The gloomy interior of the SUV was all military function and no personal comfort. The seats were metal benches and backrests with a wide gap. In the back Tick was chewing on bubble gum and sitting in a pop up mini-gun turret. Tom ogled it as dirty thoughts danced in his head. Tick wrapped her arms round the six barrels of the mini gun and step down on the foot pedal to make the turret swivel away from him. Poking out of the back of the seat, her slender tail was whipping round.

"Serg! Serg, he's going to take Bruce away from me!"

Pointing a finger at the machine of death, Tom locked eyes with Zabel.

"I'm getting one."

She sighed as Jester and Tock laughed at Tick.

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