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so
it looks like whatever this thing is hasn’t yet influenced this area. I imagine
people will start coming out of the city if they can get away, but who knows
when that will be. Right, over to you guys to bring in the supplies,” he said
before walking back outside.
    Mike Simms and Zoë led the offload, Mike climbing into the
truck to pass items down to Zoë. The rest set up a human chain that finished at
the storage cupboard where Tom placed the packs by type and use. By the time
they finished the offloading of the truck there was just enough room left to
access the generator and its refuelling nozzle.
    “Rather than waste fuel, may I suggest we turn off the genny and get some sleep?” Chuck asked. He got no argument
from the others; a combination of long days and emotional tension meant
everyone was more than ready to hit the sack. Laurie fussed around trying to
get everyone into a room instead of the bivouac in the living area, but without
success. It was clear that the chopper crew was still restless and uncertain;
they would not be easily separated.
    “Would you guys mind if I had a look at the helicopter in
the morning?” Brad asked the Blackhawk crew. “I might be able to fix it unless
a major component has gone.”
    “What do you know about helos ?”
Bill Mitchum asked, doubting an airline pilot could possibly have the skills to
repair such a complex beast as the Blackhawk.
    “Pretty much everything,” he replied confidently. “I have a
rotary wing licence and have spent most of every weekend for the last few years
at my local airfield tinkering with them so I reckon I might be able to get it
going again.”
    “Jeez, Brad. If you can get it going again I’ll make you an
honorary crew member.” Simms challenged. “I don’t want to be stuck on the
ground forever.”
    “Consider me a spare co-pilot, Captain,” Brad replied, with a
pleased look on his face. Then he realised his insensitivity in front of Bill.
“Sorry man, I don’t want to take your place, it’d just be cool to help out.”
    Bill smiled. “Don’t worry, buddy. Even blind I’m sure I’m a
better pilot than you!”
    “Sounds like challenge number two,” Brad replied, slapping Bill
on the back.
      “Get a room, boys,” Simms
retorted. “We’ll look over it together, first thing.”
    “Cool. Right I’m for some shut-eye. You military types can
work out sentry shifts between you. That’s your thing, right?” he asked
rhetorically. “’Night all.” With that he grabbed a
sleeping bag and walked off with a spring in his step to lay claim to a spare
room.
    Simms looked at Captain Morgan quizzically. “Is he for
real?”
    “You better believe it. If it’s fixable that man can fix it.
He’s also an ex-Air Force F-16 pilot .”
    “Normally we wouldn’t let one of those Air Force sky jockeys
near an Army vehicle, but I guess under the circumstances we don’t have much
choice. I sure as hell don’t want to be trapped up here when the snow comes.”
    “You’re right, not a whole lot of choice, I guess. Anyway I
think I’ll follow Brad’s example and hit the sack, it’s been a strange day. Are
you really okay for guard duty?”
    “Sure. We can cover that off. We’ll be eating your rations
if we stay here. Quid pro quo, as they say.”
    “Great. See you guys in the morning. Ah, nearly forgot to
say, we have some more friends coming, not sure when they’ll be able to get
here. Probably tomorrow but it could be during the night so be careful what you
shoot at.”
    With that Tom checked the front door was secure, retired to
the bedroom and got into bed with his family and slept the sleep of the dead.
It was going to be a bloody cold night, not that he’d notice.

Chapter
3 - Consolidation
    “Hey, Captain. Wake up,” came a whispered voice out of the
darkness above him. He felt a hand on his shoulder, shaking him gently in an
effort not to disturb his slumbering family. “We’ve got company. I think it’s Danny