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Griz3752
Retired, practising Curmudgeon
Guys like Frickel seem to attract hangers on; time will tell if there are more.
ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
Not All the Cold is on the Outside
Sofia wasn’t sure what happened. She was cold, bone cold. She remembered being cold like this. It was the time she fell through the ice. Her father…God he was mad at her for taking such risks crossing the ice following her brothers when they went hunting.
She remembered her mother shooing everyone out of the living room so she could get out of her wet clothes by the roaring fireplace. That was the day her mother told her about her Great Grandfather Roman. Her real Great Grandfather, not the one she met when she was young.
Her mother told her she took after Roman. She had too much the warrior in her soul to ever be content to stay. It surprised her for her mother to say such things. She figured her mother would be angry. She didn’t expect the sad tone and was floored by the fierce pride.
While Sofia sat on the hearth by the fire, wrapped in a huge towel, her mother left the room and returned with a bible she had never seen in the house before.
It’s old and worn leather binding felt warm in her frozen hands as her mother talked.
“Roman made the family promise if any of the family were guided by God to become one of his warriors, a true sword of God, we were to pass his bible on to them. If you look at the tabs and markings, you will see his favorite passages reenforce his belief of the need for violence in defense of the Lord. It’s so against what our church believes and tolerates. Your father and I are afraid for you. If you being called for such a path, be sure it’s the Lord calling you and you are doing so for the right reason.”
Sofia didn’t know what to say when her mother told her the book was hers to read and study. If the warrior passages spoke to her and she was determined to follow such a path away from home, she would take their love and respect, as long as she was sure.
Where was that fire for her back? She felt the cold soaking through body. She was back in the pond again. Where were her brothers? Mother, I’m so cold.
Sofia wasn’t sure what happened. She was cold, bone cold. She remembered being cold like this. It was the time she fell through the ice. Her father…God he was mad at her for taking such risks crossing the ice following her brothers when they went hunting.
She remembered her mother shooing everyone out of the living room so she could get out of her wet clothes by the roaring fireplace. That was the day her mother told her about her Great Grandfather Roman. Her real Great Grandfather, not the one she met when she was young.
Her mother told her she took after Roman. She had too much the warrior in her soul to ever be content to stay. It surprised her for her mother to say such things. She figured her mother would be angry. She didn’t expect the sad tone and was floored by the fierce pride.
While Sofia sat on the hearth by the fire, wrapped in a huge towel, her mother left the room and returned with a bible she had never seen in the house before.
It’s old and worn leather binding felt warm in her frozen hands as her mother talked.
“Roman made the family promise if any of the family were guided by God to become one of his warriors, a true sword of God, we were to pass his bible on to them. If you look at the tabs and markings, you will see his favorite passages reenforce his belief of the need for violence in defense of the Lord. It’s so against what our church believes and tolerates. Your father and I are afraid for you. If you being called for such a path, be sure it’s the Lord calling you and you are doing so for the right reason.”
Sofia didn’t know what to say when her mother told her the book was hers to read and study. If the warrior passages spoke to her and she was determined to follow such a path away from home, she would take their love and respect, as long as she was sure.
Where was that fire for her back? She felt the cold soaking through body. She was back in the pond again. Where were her brothers? Mother, I’m so cold.
223shootersc
Veteran Member
Like the segue. Good stuff!
Griz3752
Retired, practising Curmudgeon
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ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
Forged long ago. She was remembering when she was a teen, still on her family's farm before she left and entered the service.
Griz3752
Retired, practising Curmudgeon
Sshhhhhh . . . .
Don't tell anyone
I think we may have possibly stumbled onto a fixation dearly and closely held by our Author, one many of us on both sides of the gender divide may share . . . .
Just saying
Shooter
Veteran Member
just say " she wanted too be left alone" most of the vets will understand this.
ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
Racing the Angels
“Ivar! You and Amber get to Sofia! Jenson! Get the R32! That’s the fastest thing we have to get Sofia to the clinic to stabilize!” Silas bellowed.
“I got a tourniquet on her but she’s hurt bad!” Petra yelled from Sofia’s side.
Ivar, Amber and Jonas came out of the house at a run. Ivar was the first of them to Sofia’s side. He dropped down beside her and pulled her up onto his chest.
“Amber, she’s hit low. I got her out of the snow. Petra got a tourniquet in place. Her leg doesn’t look right.” He looked over at Petra. “You did great! You may have saved her!”
Amber dropped her bag and knelt down next to Ivar and Sofia. A pair of trauma shears tore into Sofia’s blue jeans, exposing the wound.
“Petra, where’s Jennifer?” Amber asked as she started packing some combat gauze into the large exit wound in the back of Sofia’s thigh.
“She’s in my trailer.” Petra said as she sat there shivering, soaked to the core in slush and blood.
“Go grab one of the sleeping bags from the shelf in the garage and a couple towels so we can dry her off and one for you too. You’re about to go hypothermic.”
Petra took off into the barn as Amber was wrapping the leg wounds with a battle dressing. Jonas pulled the car up and opened the passenger door. Amber looked up at Jonas.
“Lay down the passenger seat. Petra’s coming back with a sleeping bag. Unzip it and we will get her stripped, dried and in the bag. Turn on the heater all the way up. I’ll hop in the back seat and ride with you.”
“I’m going with you.” Ivar said forcefully.
“Bullshit! You are staying here! I need to go and you need to make sure there aren’t any more of these assholes out in the treeline! Besides, you’re the only one who knows how to work the radios and let them know we are coming.” Amber snapped right back at Ivar.
Petra came running out of the side door to the barn, some towels and a sleeping bag in her arms. Jonas waved her over.
“Petra, I can’t thank you enough for making sure Jennifer was safe.” Jonas said as they laid out the sleeping bag.
“Don’t worry, I wasn’t going to let anything happen to her.” She said through chattering teeth.
Amber snapped at them in a sharp tone. “Focus, kids. We got work to do. Ivar, sit her up so we can get her shirt off then I’ll get her pants. We wipe her down with the towel then lay her in the sleeping bag, then Jonas and I boogie. OK?”
“Got it. I’ll pick her up, you cut and wipe.” Ivar said in a flat tone.
As Ivar and Amber started cutting and wiping, Jonas turned to Petra, one of the towels in his hands.
“Petra, turn around.”
Petra got confused look on her face. “Why?”
“Just turn towards the barn and put your arms up.” Jonas said in a firm but soft tone.
Petra turned and faced the barn, her arms over her head. Before she knew what was going on, Jonas had grabbed the hem of her shirt and yanked it up and off her, leaving her naked from the waist up.
“Hey!”
Before Petra could do anything, she was wrapped up from behind with one of the towels.
“Petra, you’re shaking like a leaf. You have to get dry and warm. We need you to get inside and get dry. These guys are going to need your help real soon. OK?” He gave her a big hug and guided her towards the door. Jonas turned just in time to help Ivar get Sofia into the sleeping bag in the car. As soon as she was in the car, he raced around to the driver’s seat. Amber was already in the back seat, an IV set in her hands.
Ivar stood there and watched the little blue car rocket down the driveway, tears of fury and worry streaming down his face.
“Ivar! You and Amber get to Sofia! Jenson! Get the R32! That’s the fastest thing we have to get Sofia to the clinic to stabilize!” Silas bellowed.
“I got a tourniquet on her but she’s hurt bad!” Petra yelled from Sofia’s side.
Ivar, Amber and Jonas came out of the house at a run. Ivar was the first of them to Sofia’s side. He dropped down beside her and pulled her up onto his chest.
“Amber, she’s hit low. I got her out of the snow. Petra got a tourniquet in place. Her leg doesn’t look right.” He looked over at Petra. “You did great! You may have saved her!”
Amber dropped her bag and knelt down next to Ivar and Sofia. A pair of trauma shears tore into Sofia’s blue jeans, exposing the wound.
“Petra, where’s Jennifer?” Amber asked as she started packing some combat gauze into the large exit wound in the back of Sofia’s thigh.
“She’s in my trailer.” Petra said as she sat there shivering, soaked to the core in slush and blood.
“Go grab one of the sleeping bags from the shelf in the garage and a couple towels so we can dry her off and one for you too. You’re about to go hypothermic.”
Petra took off into the barn as Amber was wrapping the leg wounds with a battle dressing. Jonas pulled the car up and opened the passenger door. Amber looked up at Jonas.
“Lay down the passenger seat. Petra’s coming back with a sleeping bag. Unzip it and we will get her stripped, dried and in the bag. Turn on the heater all the way up. I’ll hop in the back seat and ride with you.”
“I’m going with you.” Ivar said forcefully.
“Bullshit! You are staying here! I need to go and you need to make sure there aren’t any more of these assholes out in the treeline! Besides, you’re the only one who knows how to work the radios and let them know we are coming.” Amber snapped right back at Ivar.
Petra came running out of the side door to the barn, some towels and a sleeping bag in her arms. Jonas waved her over.
“Petra, I can’t thank you enough for making sure Jennifer was safe.” Jonas said as they laid out the sleeping bag.
“Don’t worry, I wasn’t going to let anything happen to her.” She said through chattering teeth.
Amber snapped at them in a sharp tone. “Focus, kids. We got work to do. Ivar, sit her up so we can get her shirt off then I’ll get her pants. We wipe her down with the towel then lay her in the sleeping bag, then Jonas and I boogie. OK?”
“Got it. I’ll pick her up, you cut and wipe.” Ivar said in a flat tone.
As Ivar and Amber started cutting and wiping, Jonas turned to Petra, one of the towels in his hands.
“Petra, turn around.”
Petra got confused look on her face. “Why?”
“Just turn towards the barn and put your arms up.” Jonas said in a firm but soft tone.
Petra turned and faced the barn, her arms over her head. Before she knew what was going on, Jonas had grabbed the hem of her shirt and yanked it up and off her, leaving her naked from the waist up.
“Hey!”
Before Petra could do anything, she was wrapped up from behind with one of the towels.
“Petra, you’re shaking like a leaf. You have to get dry and warm. We need you to get inside and get dry. These guys are going to need your help real soon. OK?” He gave her a big hug and guided her towards the door. Jonas turned just in time to help Ivar get Sofia into the sleeping bag in the car. As soon as she was in the car, he raced around to the driver’s seat. Amber was already in the back seat, an IV set in her hands.
Ivar stood there and watched the little blue car rocket down the driveway, tears of fury and worry streaming down his face.
223shootersc
Veteran Member
Good stuff, Thanks! Need the Valkyrie to live!
sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
Very good, many thanks.
Griz3752
Retired, practising Curmudgeon
IIRC correctly, Amber was vocal about her shortcomings in experience &/or the currency of her training. Funny how when the pot is called, muscle memory & old skills rise to the top.
On a different note, that's x2 in a short time span for Jonas to be peeling clothes off Petra; where are you going with this CCG?
Or is that the editor's subtle hand at work here?
On a different note, that's x2 in a short time span for Jonas to be peeling clothes off Petra; where are you going with this CCG?
Or is that the editor's subtle hand at work here?
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223shootersc
Veteran Member
Jonas just practicing, maybe the Pixie will join in and do the same!
ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
“Stop staring at tail lights and get that radio call out! We need to backtrack his trail and see if he was alone and I can’t do that until you get done!” Silas barked at Ivar.
As soon as he saw Ivar headed to the door to the barn, he turned and started down the trail in the snow. With the way the snow felt under his boots, he knew this trail was fresh this morning. At least he wasn’t setting up unobserved for days. The biggest thing Silas was looking for was any indicators there was more than one of them. When he got to the treeline, he looked around but made sure to not get out of view from the house. What he saw didn’t make him happier.
There was a small tent, complete with sleeping bag and pack. It had been there for at least a couple days. Damn!
As soon as he saw Ivar headed to the door to the barn, he turned and started down the trail in the snow. With the way the snow felt under his boots, he knew this trail was fresh this morning. At least he wasn’t setting up unobserved for days. The biggest thing Silas was looking for was any indicators there was more than one of them. When he got to the treeline, he looked around but made sure to not get out of view from the house. What he saw didn’t make him happier.
There was a small tent, complete with sleeping bag and pack. It had been there for at least a couple days. Damn!
223shootersc
Veteran Member
My, my! Thanks!
Griz3752
Retired, practising Curmudgeon
The now-deceased shooter was a Marine so, I'd expect he'd be fairly well schooled in such approaches and be at least a dangerous adversary.
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ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
In the Barn
Ivar scooped up Petra’s wet clothes along with Sofia’s as he headed to the barn. Amber and Silas were right. There was work to do here and his presence with Sofia wouldn’t change the outcome right away.
His first stop was the workbench where the radio was still set up. Amber was right. There was no quick way for anybody else to call ahead on the radio. He should have known better. Well, before they leave, he would have a better, more thought out radio plan for all of them to use.
It took a hot minute but he was finally able to raise the clinic and let them know Sofia was coming in, medical emergency, about twenty-minute ETA.
Ivar knew he had to set aside the worry for Sofia, at least for now. He had to use his rage, focus it and use it to drive him forward. He took the wet clothes and draped them over the rail of one of the trailers.
“Petra!”
Ivar heard movement from her trailer as she came out into the barn. Petra was tucking her shirt into fresh blue jeans.
“Sofia’s going to be alright, isn’t she?”
Ivar could see all the hope in her face. He tried to feed off of it and reenforce it.
“Amber will make sure of it. If it hadn’t been for you, however, Sofia would have died right there in the snow. I don’t know how I could ever repay you for what you did…” Ivar’s voice failed for a moment.
Petra came up to him. “I just wish I could have done more.”
“OK, so here's the ‘more’ you can do. Silas and I have to go make sure there aren’t more of them. While we are hunting, I need you to keep an eye on Jennifer and the radio. Get your combat gear; carbine, plate carrier and be ready for a fight in case it comes.”
“Go make sure there aren’t more. I got this.”
Ivar scooped up Petra’s wet clothes along with Sofia’s as he headed to the barn. Amber and Silas were right. There was work to do here and his presence with Sofia wouldn’t change the outcome right away.
His first stop was the workbench where the radio was still set up. Amber was right. There was no quick way for anybody else to call ahead on the radio. He should have known better. Well, before they leave, he would have a better, more thought out radio plan for all of them to use.
It took a hot minute but he was finally able to raise the clinic and let them know Sofia was coming in, medical emergency, about twenty-minute ETA.
Ivar knew he had to set aside the worry for Sofia, at least for now. He had to use his rage, focus it and use it to drive him forward. He took the wet clothes and draped them over the rail of one of the trailers.
“Petra!”
Ivar heard movement from her trailer as she came out into the barn. Petra was tucking her shirt into fresh blue jeans.
“Sofia’s going to be alright, isn’t she?”
Ivar could see all the hope in her face. He tried to feed off of it and reenforce it.
“Amber will make sure of it. If it hadn’t been for you, however, Sofia would have died right there in the snow. I don’t know how I could ever repay you for what you did…” Ivar’s voice failed for a moment.
Petra came up to him. “I just wish I could have done more.”
“OK, so here's the ‘more’ you can do. Silas and I have to go make sure there aren’t more of them. While we are hunting, I need you to keep an eye on Jennifer and the radio. Get your combat gear; carbine, plate carrier and be ready for a fight in case it comes.”
“Go make sure there aren’t more. I got this.”
223shootersc
Veteran Member
Thanks, team gets back in the game!
ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
At the Trailer
Petra stood outside the trailer, shivering and chattering. Her top half wrapped only in a towel. How was it she seemed to end up half naked around Jonas? One of the two of them was going to end up with a complex, and it was probably her!
She kicked off her boots and finished stripping off the rest of her wet clothes. She better soak them soon to get the blood out of them. She dropped her pocket stuff into her boots and took them with her when she went into the trailer.
“Jennifer! Your dad is running Amber and Sofia to the base. Get dressed and have your coat handy. If anything happens, stick with me unless I tell you otherwise. If we get separated, you know your emergency hiding place until we work out a better one.”
“OK, Petra.”
Jennifer climbed down from the upper bunk while Petra started getting dressed. She just got her shirt on when she heard Ivar yelling from the barn.
After talking with Ivar, Petra was busy digging out her combat gear. It felt a little weird to be wearing a plate carrier in civilian clothes but it beat bullet holes. She made sure she had her tourniquet pouches readily accessible along with her ammo. She made sure she could hear the radio from where she and Jennifer were working in the garage. Hopefully Ivar and Silas will be back soon with the ‘all clear’.
Petra stood outside the trailer, shivering and chattering. Her top half wrapped only in a towel. How was it she seemed to end up half naked around Jonas? One of the two of them was going to end up with a complex, and it was probably her!
She kicked off her boots and finished stripping off the rest of her wet clothes. She better soak them soon to get the blood out of them. She dropped her pocket stuff into her boots and took them with her when she went into the trailer.
“Jennifer! Your dad is running Amber and Sofia to the base. Get dressed and have your coat handy. If anything happens, stick with me unless I tell you otherwise. If we get separated, you know your emergency hiding place until we work out a better one.”
“OK, Petra.”
Jennifer climbed down from the upper bunk while Petra started getting dressed. She just got her shirt on when she heard Ivar yelling from the barn.
After talking with Ivar, Petra was busy digging out her combat gear. It felt a little weird to be wearing a plate carrier in civilian clothes but it beat bullet holes. She made sure she had her tourniquet pouches readily accessible along with her ammo. She made sure she could hear the radio from where she and Jennifer were working in the garage. Hopefully Ivar and Silas will be back soon with the ‘all clear’.
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ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
In the Treeline
Ivar followed the trail out to the woodline where he found Silas standing in front of a tent.
“Was that Mickelson?”
Silas looked over at Ivar, nodding.
“Yeah, one of the jackasses I sent away for defending or agreeing with Frickel.”
“Well, he blamed you, me and Paige for killing his wife and son.”
“How the **** did we do that?” Silas was confused now.
“Shipped him off and therefore he wasn’t there to keep them safe when they left.”
“Hell, that’s bullshit and you know it!”
“Yeah, but he believed it or at least convinced himself of it.” Ivar looked past Silas into the tent. “So, was he solo, or did he bring a friend we need to find?”
“Not sure, boss. I got the sleeping pad and bag out there under him, and another one here in the tent. Either he brought extras to have a hide site and a sleeping site so he didn’t have to drag shit back and forth, or there’s another body out there.”
“I have Petra on guard and radio watch right now. Let’s backtrack and see if we can find his vehicle and some more answers.”
Silas knew Ivar needed to throw himself into work. God! Mickelson shot Sofia just to get the rest of us out into his crosshairs! He didn’t know what he would do if it was Amber who was shot instead of Sofia. He hoped he would hold it together as well as Ivar.
Ivar followed the trail out to the woodline where he found Silas standing in front of a tent.
“Was that Mickelson?”
Silas looked over at Ivar, nodding.
“Yeah, one of the jackasses I sent away for defending or agreeing with Frickel.”
“Well, he blamed you, me and Paige for killing his wife and son.”
“How the **** did we do that?” Silas was confused now.
“Shipped him off and therefore he wasn’t there to keep them safe when they left.”
“Hell, that’s bullshit and you know it!”
“Yeah, but he believed it or at least convinced himself of it.” Ivar looked past Silas into the tent. “So, was he solo, or did he bring a friend we need to find?”
“Not sure, boss. I got the sleeping pad and bag out there under him, and another one here in the tent. Either he brought extras to have a hide site and a sleeping site so he didn’t have to drag shit back and forth, or there’s another body out there.”
“I have Petra on guard and radio watch right now. Let’s backtrack and see if we can find his vehicle and some more answers.”
Silas knew Ivar needed to throw himself into work. God! Mickelson shot Sofia just to get the rest of us out into his crosshairs! He didn’t know what he would do if it was Amber who was shot instead of Sofia. He hoped he would hold it together as well as Ivar.
223shootersc
Veteran Member
Good stuff, as usual! Thanks!
ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
The trees were thin enough to let some snow to make it to the ground. Ivar and Silas spread out and followed the trail away from the tent. Through the trees and into another backyard. Now they had to move more carefully. They didn’t know whose property they were on.
They followed the tracks to the driveway and an old battered pickup with out-of-state plates. The truck hood was cold and they could see there was no movement in the house. The tracks from the truck also went to the side door to the house. Shit!
Ivar and Silas looked at one another. They had cleared a ton of buildings together over their careers, but it didn’t mean they liked doing it. The big thing was deciding if it was necessary.
Silas took the lead as they made entry. Without the normal stack of people and gear, this time was a lot more nerve racking. The house had a musty smell, like some they were in downrange. It was a mix of…something. A house not occupied or temperature controlled for months takes on a different feel, even if someone starts using it again unless they power everything up and use all the rooms again.
One bedroom was in use recently. That was all. There was still food in the kitchen, but there was dust on the cans. They knew better than to open the fridge. When they were done sweeping the house, then they could talk.
“I think it’s only one. We could drag the body back here and leave it in the truck.” Silas said as they stood in the kitchen.
“Plastic sheet so we don’t leave a blood trail.” Ivar asked.
“Sure. Let’s get it done so you can go check on Sofia.”
They followed the tracks to the driveway and an old battered pickup with out-of-state plates. The truck hood was cold and they could see there was no movement in the house. The tracks from the truck also went to the side door to the house. Shit!
Ivar and Silas looked at one another. They had cleared a ton of buildings together over their careers, but it didn’t mean they liked doing it. The big thing was deciding if it was necessary.
Silas took the lead as they made entry. Without the normal stack of people and gear, this time was a lot more nerve racking. The house had a musty smell, like some they were in downrange. It was a mix of…something. A house not occupied or temperature controlled for months takes on a different feel, even if someone starts using it again unless they power everything up and use all the rooms again.
One bedroom was in use recently. That was all. There was still food in the kitchen, but there was dust on the cans. They knew better than to open the fridge. When they were done sweeping the house, then they could talk.
“I think it’s only one. We could drag the body back here and leave it in the truck.” Silas said as they stood in the kitchen.
“Plastic sheet so we don’t leave a blood trail.” Ivar asked.
“Sure. Let’s get it done so you can go check on Sofia.”
Griz3752
Retired, practising Curmudgeon
Historically to this point, these transition points have been fraught with high anxiety and some level of confrontation. Full credit to the author and editorial staff for not making those cookie cutter events.
I'm not sure when that will occur or if Sofia's serious wounds are the critical event. There are so many possibilities here, this could stretch on a bit or the next 500-1,000 words could "clear it all up". Of course, if that's the case it could open up more drama further down the line and our author is nothing if not forward thinking in his plot lines.
A friend of my wife's who thinks I did her some great turn gifted me a $200.00± bottle of Single Malt so, what with decent coffee, my wife's notoriously good snacks and this recent addition to my resource pool, I'm prepared to wait it all out.
We have faith so, take as long as you see fit CCG.
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sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
Thank you for the chapters.
5 marriages, 3 Long term, 1 Moderate, 1 very short
1 widower, 1 widow
1 unknown as of now
So we are running 40%, leaning to 60
Sportsman
Veteran Member
And half undressed?
223shootersc
Veteran Member
Thanks for the new chapter. Now how's the Valkyrie?
2T2-Crash
Contributing Member
Sounds about right for military marriages.
ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
Questions and Worries
They weren’t sure what they were going to do with the body at first. They both knew to would be bad to try and get too tricky. The best they could come up with on short notice was stuffing his body into his sleeping bag then dragging him into his tent. Anything of immediate value they took, including his rifle, an old 30-30, his wallet and his ID tags.
With the winter weather, they knew the body would freeze. This would give them months before decomposition would begin attracting attention, especially with it inside a zipped up sleeping bag, inside a zipped-up tent.
Without a wallet or dog tags, he will be just another John Doe, with almost zero chance of tracking back to anything involving Ivar and the rest. Between searching and moving the body, it was almost two hours.
Ivar and Silas carried their scavenged stuff back to the barn. Ivar was beside himself with worry about Sofia. Hopefully they have called back with updates.
They weren’t sure what they were going to do with the body at first. They both knew to would be bad to try and get too tricky. The best they could come up with on short notice was stuffing his body into his sleeping bag then dragging him into his tent. Anything of immediate value they took, including his rifle, an old 30-30, his wallet and his ID tags.
With the winter weather, they knew the body would freeze. This would give them months before decomposition would begin attracting attention, especially with it inside a zipped up sleeping bag, inside a zipped-up tent.
Without a wallet or dog tags, he will be just another John Doe, with almost zero chance of tracking back to anything involving Ivar and the rest. Between searching and moving the body, it was almost two hours.
Ivar and Silas carried their scavenged stuff back to the barn. Ivar was beside himself with worry about Sofia. Hopefully they have called back with updates.
223shootersc
Veteran Member
MOAR!!!! Please!
ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
As they came into the barn, they saw Petra working on a table by the workbench.
“What’s the latest on Sofia?” Ivar asked impatiently.
“No word. Radio has been quiet the whole time you’ve been gone. Did you figure out if there were any more bad guys out there?” Petra asked.
“What do you mean, quiet? You mean quiet since they called in once they got there, right?” Ivar was staring hard at her now.
“I mean quiet, not a peep since you left.” Petra was now worried, but not near as worried as Ivar.
He rushed to the radio as Silas was setting their stuff on the table.
Ivar worked the radio franticly, until finally he got someone at the other end. What he heard next out of the radio chilled him to the bone.
“Still waiting on them. When are they supposed to get here?”
“What’s the latest on Sofia?” Ivar asked impatiently.
“No word. Radio has been quiet the whole time you’ve been gone. Did you figure out if there were any more bad guys out there?” Petra asked.
“What do you mean, quiet? You mean quiet since they called in once they got there, right?” Ivar was staring hard at her now.
“I mean quiet, not a peep since you left.” Petra was now worried, but not near as worried as Ivar.
He rushed to the radio as Silas was setting their stuff on the table.
Ivar worked the radio franticly, until finally he got someone at the other end. What he heard next out of the radio chilled him to the bone.
“Still waiting on them. When are they supposed to get here?”