“Are we seeing this correctly?” Director Darren Fuller asked softly as he couldn’t take his eyes away from the computer monitor. The image displayed was from a satellite called Trumpet One of how the earth would look from space. It was through Google Earth they were able to view it and it was zoomed in for a close-up of the United States.
When William Fronk made no response, Marc Shiva turned his head to look at the computer genius. He was leaning back against the wall with his arms folded across his chest. Fronk’s face was uncharacteristically solemn. Then again, even Bozo the Clown would hardly be able to get a crowd laughing during a world-wide tragedy.
Fuller also turned to face Fronk. “This thing has to be wrong.”
Fronk shook his head. “It’s not.”
“There’s no California, William. That’s what you’re trying to tell us?”
“It’s right there on the screen. I wish I was making it up, but I’m not. California as we once knew it is no longer on the map.”
Shiva shook his head in disbelief. “How can that be possible?”
“One of those nukes we were looking for was either in Las Vegas or San Francisco…” Fronk shrugged helplessly. “It went off seconds before the EMP struck.”
“But that’s one bomb! One nuke isn’t going to annihilate an entire state!”
Fronk glared at him. “Well, maybe two nukes went off! Maybe they set off a series of earthquakes all along the fault lines of California! I don’t know how it happened, Fury. I can’t explain it. This is the End Times, isn’t it? Maybe God destroyed California. Maybe the whole state was destroyed as an act of God’s righteous anger! I don’t know!”
Silence descended upon them.
The three men exchanged looks.
Finally, Fronk let out a sigh. “Things are supposed to get worse, not better. If California is completely gone and it’s an act of God, then we’d better brace ourselves because it’s only just begun. We’re on the roller coaster of a lifetime, buddy, so you’d best strap yourself in until this rides over, ‘cause if you don’t, you’ll fly right off the track!”
Shiva just looked at him.
Fuller sat in Fronk’s chair in front of the computer. He ran his hands through his hair as he continued to stare at the image before him. “You’re right. If anything, this should only emphasize the importance of our new mission. The time is short. Even shorter, now that the rapture has happened. Once the signing of the treaty for peace with Israel happens, then it begins in earnest and we can expect more to happen than just a whole state disappearing from off the map.”
Shiva let out a sigh of frustration. “Our new mission? Director, do you seriously believe we can do anything when we’re facing so many obstacles? Obstacles that God Himself will be throwing at us?”
“Marc, if you’re talking about fire and judgment on this earth as being those obstacles, then we have no choice but to do our best and live as long as we can. There are still people down here who need His message. They can be saved. Someone just has to tell them.”
“Are they going to listen?”
“We did.” Fuller paused. “If God can get our attention, I’m sure He can get the attention of others.” He looked at Fronk. “This L.A.M.B. acronym you mentioned…William, keep trying to reach whoever runs it. Maybe they’re people like us. Maybe we can help each other and find ways to connect with other Christians. We’re going to have to start getting as many allies as we can because when the mark of the beast hits this world, we’ll have to go deep underground.”
Fronk nodded. “I’ll also let you know when Ari makes contact with me again.”
“The man from Musad Intelligence?” He paused. “Yes…We could use all the help we can get. I don‘t like not knowing what‘s going on out there.” He shook his head. “I’m still trying to deal with what happened to California. It…it just blows my mind. What else has been happening in the world? Can you get any news coverage?”
“I can get that, yes.”
“Then, here…” He got up from Fronk’s chair. “Take your seat and let’s see what’s going on.”
Fronk sat down and let his fingers do the walking across his keyboard.
Michael Lenox loved summer. But this summer wasn’t going to be just like any other summer. No, sir! This summer was going to be different. First of all, he was an official teenager now. Not a pre-teen any more. He was the big thirteen and with becoming a teen, there were greater responsibilities and opportunities. His father, Randall Lenox, expected more from him than before because he was the oldest son. It didn’t count that his sister, Hannah, was older than him by two years. Michael was now going to be the man of the house when his father wasn’t home.
Second of all, he was going to be going into the seventh grade. He was finally going into Saratoga Springs Junior High School. The experience would be different, but something he looked forward to. He was, after all, going in with his best friends and together, the four of them would become known as the Four Horsemen. Joe Barber said that his dad said the Four Horsemen were from Revelations and they were supposed to ride over the earth in the last days. Lenox wasn’t sure what that all meant, but he liked the name and that’s what they became.
Michael Lenox, Joe Barber, Eric Doe and Sean Kempner…the Four Horsemen.
Joe found out some more things about the horsemen because Michael had asked him to look into it. If they were going to have a great name, then they needed to know where it came from and everything else they needed to go with it. Joe did his research and came out back behind the house Michael lived in. The others were there waiting at a picnic table in the backyard.
Joe said, “The Four Horsemen are some kind of symbols of judgments that are supposed to happen in the last days. At least, I think they are.” He shrugged. “My folks are the ones who are really into this stuff and I just have to take it until I can get out on my own.”
“This stuff is really from the Bible?” Eric asked. “Man, that book doesn’t make any sense. If we’re gonna call ourselves the Four Horsemen, can’t we just be like cowboys?” He looked from one to the other. “You know…like Jesse James! We can go into school with six shooters at our sides instead of Bibles.”
Michael frowned at him. “You can’t go into school with guns. I wouldn’t carry a Bible either, but besides, we don’t have any guns and we’re not cowboys. Where are you coming from with this stuff? Everybody knows cowboys are fruity. They’ve been out in the sun too long and they get weird…Like you’re getting right now.” He pointed at Joe. “Now it’s not Joe’s fault his parents are a couple of religious kooks. I don’t like church either, but this Four Horsemen stuff is really cool, so shut up and let him tell us what he found out.”
“Yeah,” Sean began as he pointed at Eric threateningly. “If you keep yapping, they’re gonna find you somewhere in the woods. They won’t be able to identify you either so what’s gonna happen is they’re going to change your name from ‘Eric’ to ‘John’. Do you know what that means, Eric?”
Eric scowled at him, not getting where this was going. “What?”
“It means you’ll go from being ‘Eric Doe’ to becoming ‘John Doe’.”
Michael and Joe burst out laughing as Sean slapped each of them a high-five.
“Good one, Sean,” Michael told him.
“I’ve got all the good ones.”
Eric scowled. “Ha ha,” he said sarcastically. “Yeah. Good one. That’s just so funny.” He let out a sigh. “So tell us then about this Four Horsemen stuff, Joe.” He wanted to hear about it now so the focus would turn away from him. He didn’t enjoy being the brunt of a joke.
“Yeah, Joe,” Michael said. “Give us the scoop.”
Joe put one foot up on the end of the picnic table and leaned forward. “This stuff is actually pretty cool. You see, there are four horsemen and they each have a horse. Each horse is a different color. And each rider also carries something with them, too. This can kind of fit us real well. Since I got this info for us, I already call myself…the Red Rider.”
Eric stared at him. “The Red Rider? What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Listen up, dummy.”
Michael held up a hand. “Wait up. Joe, since you got the information, you can assign each of us a name.”
“Oh, come on!” Eric protested. “He’ll give me the stupid one!”
Sean looked at Joe. “Tell us, Red Rider. Are any of these Four Horsemen stupid?”
Joe shook his head. “Nope. But Eric will be the Black Rider.”
Eric shook his head. “No I won’t.”
“Yeah. You will. Know why? ‘Cause your horse is black and its power is scarcity of food. Know what that means? People will starve to death. I figure that’s because you eat all of the food you see, whether you’re hungry or not. So you are Black Rider.”
“Oh, yeah! Well…what’s the Red Horsemen’s power?”
Joe smiled. “War. Plus, I get to carry a sword.”
“What do I carry?”
“Scales.”
“Scales? What are those.”
Sean held up a finger. “Wait. Wait. I have this one. Eric…think of scales as two large plates on a balance. One is filled with food and the other one isn’t ‘cause you ate it all.”
Joe, Michael and Sean burst into more laughter as Eric shook his head at them, helpless before their ruthless humor. “Could you knock it off with the jokes already?” Eric pleaded.
Michael grinned at his discomfort. “Lighten up.” He turned to Joe and pointed at Sean. “What’s he called?”
Joe nodded. “Sean, you’ve got a great one. You’re the Pale Rider and your power is death. You know what you carry?”
“What?” Sean asked.
“A scythe.”
“Oooh! That is soo cool. I love things that are sharp.”
Joe turned to Michael. “That leaves you. You’re the White Rider. You carry a bow and wear a crown.”
Sean clapped Michael on the shoulder. “Makes you the leader, don’t it?”
Michael nodded. “That’s only because I am the leader and don’t you forget it. I’ll shoot you with my bow before you get close enough to use your scythe.”
Sean snickered. “Yeah…and you’ll shoot the Black Rider while he’s eating, ‘cause that’s all he ever does!” He laughed.
Joe and Michael joined in the laughter.
Eric glared at them. “You guys are making me mad!”
“Oh no! He’s going to rain down mashed potatoes on us!”
The laughter grew and Eric rose to his feet, still glaring. He was about to say something when the back door of Michael’s house opened. His younger brother came out and joined them.
“Michael,” Samuel Scott began as he regarded the others hesitantly, “Mom wants you to go to Stewarts and get some milk.” He glanced at Sean. He always wondered why Sean got to be able to hang out with the older kids when his own brother wouldn’t let him do it.
Sean was only eleven, but his parents called him a prodigy. He was smarter than the average kid and excelled in his studies. He was bypassing kids his own age and going into High School earlier. However, he wasn’t only smart, he fit in with the others as well.
Scott was only nine and his older brother didn’t want him tagging along with him.
Michael nodded as he got up. “Yeah. Okay. We’ll go to Stewarts.” He looked at the others. “Want shakes or something, guys?”
Joe and Sean nodded.
Eric’s mood brightened immediately, especially now that there was a shake and other possible goodies on the way.
“I’ll be right back.” Michael headed into the house, aware of his little brother following him. “What do you want?”
“Can’t I go with you?” Scott asked.
Michael stopped in the dining room and turned to look at him. “The key word right there, bro, is can’t. No. You can’t go with me. Got it?”
“But why not?”
“Michael, take your brother with you,” said a voice from behind him.
He turned to see Hannah regarding him with a stern look. “Yeah, right. Like that’s gonna happen.”
“Mom will make you.”
He nodded as if he believed it, which he didn’t. “Uh huh. Yeah. You’re so right, she will.”
Hannah sighed, because she knew as well as he did that he was their mother’s favorite son. She glared at him. “If dad were home, he’d make you take Sam.”
Michael made the pretense of looking around. “Gee…I don’t see dear old Dad anywhere. Do you?”
“You’re such a jerk. You know that?” She leaned toward him. “One of these days, you’re going to regret pushing people around. Is that what this is all about? You think you can bully people because you’re a teenager now? You’ve got some learning to do if that’s what you think.”
“Excuse me. I’ve got to go somewhere for Mom.” Michael walked around her and went into the living room where his mother was, vacuuming the carpet.
When Naomi Lenox saw her son, she smiled and turned off the vacuum. “There you are. How would you like to get some sodas for you and your friends?”
Michael smiled inwardly, knowing his mother well. “Sure, Mom. That would be great.”
She went to the coffee table where her purse was and began to get out some money. “Could you bring home some milk on your way back?”
“Yeah, I can. I’d be glad to.” He turned his head to see if they were being watched. Just as he expected, Hannah and Scott were in the doorway watching. He smiled at them.
Naomi handed him some money. “Michael…?”
Michael turned to her. “Yeah, Mom?”
“Would you take your brother with you? You know he looks up to you. I think it would mean a lot to him if he went with you and your friends.”
Michael kept the smile in place, glancing back at Hannah and Scott. The smile, however, was real because this always happened. And he replied as he always did. “Mom, I’d really like to. But there’s only a couple of weeks left before school and the guys and I are going to talk about some serious stuff. Stuff that wouldn’t be of any interest to Sam at all. I know he wants to go, but he and I can go later…when the guys go home. That way, we won’t bore him.”
She smiled at him and touched his face. “Alright, Michael, but I’m going to hold you to the promise you just made. Okay?”
He nodded. “Okay. And thanks, Mom.”
He walked past Hannah and Scott smiling that smile, which said, “I told you so.”
Hannah could only glare at him as Scott’s sad eyes watched his brother walk out the back door to join his friends.
The Four Horsemen proudly made their way to Stewart’s, a convenience store on the corner of Jones Road and Route 50. They were proud because they were children who had become teenagers, even though one of them was an eleven-year-old prodigy. They were proud because they were going into Junior High in just a couple of weeks. They were proud because they were the Four Horsemen and they were going to celebrate with a couple of shakes.
They rode their bikes to the back of the store and left their bikes by the huge, blue garbage dumpster. They walked around the corner, heading for the front door as they held their heads high.
The White Rider led them. The Red Rider was on Michael’s right, because Joe had always been his right-hand. The Pale Rider, Sean, was on his left. The Black Rider brought up the rear. As the Four Horsemen continued on their way, they suddenly stopped when they saw someone coming out of the store.
“Hey,” Joe said, pointing toward Stewart’s entrance, “isn’t that the new kid who just moved in? What’s his name…Burpentine?”
Michael snorted. “That’s Barrington. Albert Barrington.”
“Yeah? How do you know his name?”
“’Cause he’s the dork who moved in just down the road from where I live.”
“Dude!” Eric exclaimed. “He’s gonna be at the same bus stop as you. He’s gonna be on your bus.”
Sean held up his hand. “Hey, shut up, man. He’s coming this way.”
They stayed where they were as Albert Barrington headed their way. When he noticed them, he hesitated. He nodded a greeting as he began to move around them. In his hands was a brown paper bag full of groceries.
The truth of the matter was, Michael wasn’t going to say a word. He wasn’t even going to do anything but let the new kid go on his way and he would continue going into Stewarts with his friends. That was the plan. Yet that isn’t what happened.
Eric waited until Barrington was past them and had his back to them when he made his move. He jumped at him and shoved him in the back. Barrington lost his balance and fell onto the ground on top of the groceries. Something cracked loudly.
Eric laughed…but he was the only one. The heavy set kid stopped laughing when he realized no one else was and looked nervously at his friends. Michael shook his head in disgust. Joe grinned at him and waved a finger at him as if to say he had just been caught doing something he shouldn’t have been doing.
“Remember the woods, dude,” Sean told Eric.
Eric sighed. “What?”
Barrington slowly got up, picking up his bag with him.
Michael regarded him as Barrington checked inside the bag. “Anything broken?” he asked.
Barrington glanced at him. “I think the eggs are.”
“Eric…apologize for breaking the new kids’ eggs.”
Eric looked at him. “Do I have to?”
Michael just looked at him.
Hesitantly, Eric turned to Barrington. He paused. “I’m sorry I broke your eggs.”
Barrington shrugged. “Don’t worry about it.”
“I won’t.”
“Anything else broken?” Michael asked.
Barrington paused. “Don’t worry about it. It’s cool. I’ll just head on --”
Michael suddenly reached in and grabbed something from the bag. He pulled it out and held up a half gallon carton of milk. He showed it to the others. “Hey, guys! The milk’s okay.”
“Come on, man,” Barrington pleaded, hating that he had to resort to that. He was, after all, out numbered.
“Relax. I’m just helping you out. You don’t want any help?”
“Hey, White Rider,” Joe said, waving at him for his attention. Then, he made a noise like a screeching bird from a Johnny Quest episode. When he saw Michael looking his way, he said, “Didn’t your mom say to bring home milk?”
Michael looked at the milk he held in his hands as if he just had a revelation. “Wow, Red Rider. Are you telling me that the new guy here is offering to give me his milk as a gift?”
Barrington let out a sigh. “Fine. Take it. If that’s what you want, take it.”
Michael glared at him. “What? Do you think I’m a charity case or something? You saying I can’t buy my own milk? Is that why you’re giving me this, ‘cause you feel sorry for me?”
“You’re putting words into my mouth. I didn’t come here for any trouble. You want the milk, take it. You don’t want it, give it back. Just do whatever it is you need to so we can be done with this.”
Michael glared at him. This new kid wasn’t backing down. He had to give him that. “Fine.” He tossed the milk. “Take it.”
Barrington caught it.
Michael nodded to Sean. “Oh, new kid…”
Barrington turned to face him. “What?”
“You’ve got a hole in your carton of milk.”
He frowned as he held the milk up to take a closer look.
Sean moved up without being noticed until it was too late. He had a love for sharp things and he always had a knife on him at all times. He had it open and ready when he received the nod. Now he was there and as Barrington held up the milk, he stabbed it with his knife directly into the bottom. As he backed away, the milk began to pour out onto the ground.
“Dude,” Eric said to Barrington, laughing, “you’ve just been struck by the Four Horsemen!”
Michael nodded to Barrington. “We’ll see you around.”
With that, the Four Horsemen turned and went inside Stewarts, leaving Barrington standing there with a puddle of milk at his feet.
At first, Staci had been shocked by Lenox‘ violent behavior, then appalled and disgusted. But as she did her best to wrap the wound into a splint, she became angry. She glared up a few times as she helped Sumter with Erin assisting her. Moore watched over them with his shotgun at the ready just in case Sumter tried anything. He didn’t think the man was up to an escape. Sumter was badly wounded and his hands were handcuffed behind him in spite of protests made by Staci.
Lenox and Barrington were standing at the conference table where they had set down their weapons. Two 9mm MP-5 submachine guns were there ready for them to use. Lenox knew he was more than ready to open fire, but he wasn’t so certain about his partner.
“New game plan,” he said.
“Oh, really?” Barrington asked him. “Hunting someone else to shoot?”
Lenox glared at him. “That man just informed us there are five North Korean assassins following the President and if we don’t get to him first, they will. He told us which way they went and how long ago they left. If we leave now, we’ve got a chance of catching up to them.”
“And then what?”
“We kill them.”
Barrington looked at him.
Lenox regarded him. “You did want me to be blunt, didn’t you, or were you being rhetorical?”
“Michael…what are you doing?”
“My job. What are you doing? Al, if you’re not going to use a weapon to protect yourself and the others, then don’t pick up one. In fact, you take the doctor, Miss Greye and the prisoner back to Albany and see if he has any other details he’d like to tell us. When you get back, send for reinforcements. But I’d prefer that they’re people who won’t hesitate to use a weapon and they’re not weighed down by some righteous guilt trip.”
Barrington shook his head and took a deep breath. “What are you going to do?”
“Moore and I are going after the Koreans.”
From where he was, Moore heard every word that was said. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea, son. Your old Pa isn’t as young as he used to be, you know.” He kept his eye on Sumter. “I’m a hundred and eighty-seven, after all.”
Lenox glanced over at him. “I’m not your son, Moore. And you’re coming with me because I need someone who hasn’t lost the ability to perform because of some soul-searching experience.”
Barrington, Erin and Staci exchanged looks.
Moore shook his head with conviction. “I’m not going with you. I came here to give the President a message, but since he’s not here, I’ll just call it quits and head on back to the farmhouse where I came from. There’s someone there who needs my help and I promised her I’d get back to her as quick as I can. So once you get this man you shot in the leg on that chopper of yours, I’m gone.”
Lenox picked up both of the MP-5’s and approached Moore. “We’ll find the President and you can still give him your message.”
“Now look, son--”
“You’re a Marine. But if you choose not to do this as a Marine, then do it because you were once with the Secret Service and it’s your sworn oath to protect him at all costs.”
Silence descended upon them and all eyes turned to Moore.
Finally, Moore let out a sigh. “How did you know?”
“I heard you speaking to Sumter and the Korean agent earlier. You only speak like that if you know how the Secret Service agents talk. You said you were the White Knight. That had to have been an old code for people like you who used to be in the service of the President.”
“You’re a little too observant, son, you know that, don’t you?”
Lenox looked at him. “That’s the third time you called me son.”
“Sorry. It’s a habit.”
He handed him one of the MP-5’s. “Take this and give Al your shotgun.”
Hesitantly, Moore took it. “What if I just give you the message? Couldn’t you tell the President?”
Lenox chose to ignore the questions as he activated his head set. “Ace.”
The response from Keith LeBeau was immediate. “What’s the word, Knox?”
“Bring the Storm Breaker over and set down behind the ranch. We’re coming out and you’re to take the doctor, Miss Greye, Bear and a prisoner back to the Federal Building in Albany.”
Staci closed her medical bag and rose to her feet. She glared at Lenox and under her breath said, “If he calls me ‘the doctor’ one more time, he’s going to need one.”
Through all of the tension, Erin actually snickered.
“Prisoner, Knox?” There was a sigh. “What’s been happenin’ there?”
“You’ll find out soon enough. By the time we’re outside, just be there.”
“Rookie and I are on the way.”
Moore tapped Lenox on the shoulder. “Michael…may I call you Mike?”
Lenox just looked at him.
“Well, since you didn’t tell me not to, I’ll take that as a yes. Listen to me. There’s a woman I left at a farmhouse. There’s a trail I took to get here. That trail leads right to her farm and it’s only about an hour or ninety minute journey by horseback to get back to her. I promised to get her some help.”
“Is she hurt?” Barrington asked.
“Well, no, son…May I call you son?”
“Sure…About the woman?”
“Well, she’s at this farmhouse alone and with all that’s been happening, I’d imagine she would like some company because there are bad people out there who might come looking around to loot and steal. She’s in a shelter. She just needs help.”
Barrington remembered something before they left to go on this mission. Director Fuller wanted to find some areas where they could use as hideouts. “We can follow the trail.”
“From above in your chopper?” Moore shook his head. “No, I don’t think so, son. The trail goes into the woods and you won’t see it through the trees from the sky.”
“What about the horse?” Erin suddenly asked. “Is it still out there?”
Moore nodded. “I imagine it is. Why? You want to ride him?”
“I’ve ridden horseback many times. I can take him back through the trail and keep in contact with the chopper.” She pointed at the headset Lenox had on. “Especially if I have one of those.”
Barrington paused. “I don’t know, Erin. What if you run into trouble?”
Moore replied, “I had no trouble on the trail. I didn’t see anyone.”
“I know how to ride a horse,” Erin assured them. “And I can ride fast if I have to.”
Lenox regarded them. Finally, he said, “Sounds good to me, Al.” He strapped his MP-5 to his back and motioned for Moore to do the same. Then, together, they forced the prisoner to his feet.
Sumter cried out in pain.
Staci glared at Lenox. “You need to take the handcuffs off of him. It would make it easier for you to carry him.”
Lenox hesitated. Then, he moved to unlock the man’s handcuffs. “I’d advise you to cuff him once he’s in the chopper.”
“I doubt he’s going to give us a problem. You saw to that.”
He put Sumter’s left arm over his shoulder as Moore took the right. Together, they began to help the prisoner through the bunker and back into the elevator. Erin, Staci and Barrington followed. Barrington now carried Moore’s shotgun. Once they were all outside and behind the ranch house, they saw the Storm Breaker setting down in a field fifty or so feet away.
They headed right for it. As they did, Erin saw the horse near a fence watching them.
“That’s Sir Prize,” Moore told her, having seen the American Saddle Bred horse himself.
“Why are you surprised?” Erin asked. “Because he’s still there?”
“He’s docile. I’ve been told that. But what I meant was that’s his name. Sir…as in ‘Oh, yes, sir.’ And Prize as in, ‘Oh, lookie here! Your ole Pa just won a Prize!’”
Erin smiled.
They got to the helicopter and Lenox and Moore put Sumter in first. Once they got him in, they buckled him in and Lenox put the handcuffs back on. This time, he put them on with Sumter’s hands in front of him.
“I won’t be any trouble,” Sumter told Lenox. There was nothing but defeat and sorrow in his eyes.
Lenox shook his head. “I don’t care. You’re lucky these people are Christians because if it was just me, I’d have already put a bullet in you. Just like I did to your Korean friend.”
“I’m…I’m sorry.”
“If you want to apologize to somebody, apologize to God. I hear He’s in the business of forgiving people.” He leaned forward. “I’m not.”
Moore and Lenox climbed back out of the helicopter. When Lenox climbed out, he had the 50 caliber sniper rifle with him. Staci climbed in, but as she passed Lenox, she remained silent. Barrington gave Erin a headset and tested it with his. When he was satisfied, he gave her a nod and she waved at them as she headed toward the horse. Sir Prize saw her moving toward him and decided to meet her halfway. He pranced happily in her direction.
Moore tapped on Lenox’ shoulder. “That horse sure is friendly. Not like some people I know.” He glanced at the rifle. “Why are you carrying two weapons?”
As they walked toward the west side of the house, Lenox said, “The sniper rifle is to get their attention. The MP-5 is to get up close and personal.”
“You know, Michael…I get the feeling that you are just not a people-person kind of guy.”
Behind them, Barrington stood there watching them. Lenox and Moore were taking the woods to the west of the ranch house. That was where they were told by Sumter the President and two others had run off to. Erin was already on Sir Prize’s back and turning him expertly toward the trail behind the ranch house. She waved and then, had the horse run into the woods, taking her with him.
When she was gone from his sight, Barrington climbed into the chopper and closed the doors. “Take us up,” he said to Jeremy Bandjough and LeBeau through his own headset.
The Storm Breaker rose from the ground and took to the skies.
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