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One NIght in Paris, Texas	By : TheByronicMan Category: M through R > Newsflesh (trilogy) > Newsflesh (trilogy) Views: 1165 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Much to my surprise, I woke up a few minutes ahead of the alarm. Normally, I'm more likely to be just heading to bed at such an ungodly hour of the morning rather than getting up. I managed to find my way out of bed and turn it off before it could sound, then made my way to the shower. I took my time and used plenty of hot water, wallowing in the luxury. Once we were in the field it would be five-minute decon showers, and the water heater in the RV was so small that only the first couple of people got hot water. Finally I managed to motivate myself to get on with the day and started the long process of drying my hair. I don't even bother to towel off the rest of me, by the time my hair is done any water on my skin has evaporated. With that chore completed, I slipped on a robe, grabbed a cup of coffee, and sat down to check my email. I had a reply from Rob.
I suggest you make a heartfelt apology to Bobbie. She didn't appreciate you contacting me about business matters while we're on our honeymoon. Luckily I had already arranged for her to get several hours of pampering in a local spa, so I had some free time to make inquiries.
Major Sanders is not familiar with Camp Maxey, since the Army ceded it to the Texas National Guard almost a century ago. He asked around, and some of his troops have heard of the fabled guns of the 49^th Division. All agree that they probably were buried. Opinion is divided on whether or not they are still there. At the time of the Rising the Guard still used a portion of Camp Maxey for training purposes, but a good chunk of the land is under what is now Pat Mayse Lake and the lake shore was converted to parks, with much of the rest of the land sold to private parties.
After incidents of farmers plowing up unexploded artillery shells and other ordnance, the Corps of Engineers did a survey and recommended a cleanup of the site. That cleanup was underway in 2014 and no one is sure how far along the job was when that other little matter rose up. Some believe the Corps had substantially completed a cleanup to depth, while others insist that only near surface collection had been done.
Be warned, it is believed that land mines and other explosive ordnance had been intentionally placed above and around the burial site in order to discourage digging in the area. Unprotected, that ordnance is likely to be badly degraded and unstable by now. Remember when Tyler was playing around with triiodide? Yeah, about like that.
I hope that helps. And if your target has already dug up some guns... Ah, never mind.
Oops, Bobbie had every right to be pissed. I got so caught up in my own business that I forgot Rob had more important things to attend to. At least I had a little more evidence that the story was more than a hoax. I forwarded the relevant part of Rob's email to the rest of the team. I was just heading to get dressed when Riki called.
“Jenny, you need to come down to the office right away. There's been a break in.”
“Anything missing?”
“Don't know yet. Gotta go, the police just arrived.”
I rushed through getting dressed and hurried down to my car. I burned rubber down the street, taking advantage of the early hour to run a couple of red lights before reaching the loop. I didn't slow down when existing at Austin Highway, figuring all the nearby police would be at my office. Sure enough, when I pulled into the lot there were three patrol cars there with their lights going. Dan was leaning against one of them, handcuffed. I stalked up to the cop standing next to him.
“Why have you restrained my employee?”
The cop turned to me. “He's being investigated for possession of narcotics.”
“He's a certified paramedic employed in a private medical support position who regularly works in Level 7 and higher hazard zones. He's authorized by state and federal law to stock and administer narcotics.” I've explained that so many times over the last few years that it just rolls off my tongue without me having to think about it.
“We need to verify that, ma'am.”
Dan broke in, seeing the building rage in my eyes. “Calm down, Jenny. Riki called our lawyer, and he got the police to hold off on taking me downtown while he works on waking someone up who can confirm my credentials. The licensing board offices aren't staffed at this time of morning.”
I turned back to the cop, still simmering. “Can you at least take the cuffs off, seeing as how he's cooperating?”
“My sergeant says he's an alcoholic and doesn't believe he kept his license.”
Dan shrugged. “It was suspended for six months, reactivated after I showed a commitment to attend counseling.”
“Sarge said you've missed a lot of meetings the last couple of years.”
“Ah, Sergeant Fellers. Tell him it's her fault,” Dan said, jerking his head towards me. “She keeps taking me places where there aren't any meetings. Or bars. I make it up on other days, he can ask my sponsor. For that matter, tell him not to expect me tomorrow night.”
The cop said nothing. Dan turned back to me. “Everything's under control here. Why don't you go check with Riki, she's in the office with another of San Antonio's Finest.”
“Fine, I'll do that.”
I went inside, figuring I'd find them in Gil's office because that's where the server that records the feed from our security cameras is located. Sure enough, Riki was sitting at Gil's desk, handing a memory stick to a police officer.
“Thank you, ma'am. Y'all got some clear video, should be a big help in tracking them down.” He plugged the stick into his phone, presumably uploading the video to police headquarters.
I walked in. “I trust you'll share what you learn with us.”
“Well, ma'am, that's above my pay grade.” He excused himself and left the room.
“Okay Riki, what happened?”
“I got here a little early to get everything ready for you to leave, and spotted a couple of guys trying to get into the garage. As soon as I pulled in, they took off running next door. Half a minute later a truck tore out of that parking lot and barreled down the road towards Broadway.”
“So we didn't the truck on video?”
“Not going away, but they drove right by the office coming in. I took a screen cap so Gil can run the plates.”
I smiled. “Good work. Now let's go see if we can spring Dan.”
“Sorry about that. When the police asked me what might be worth stealing, it didn't occur to me not mention the drugs. Dan pulled up as they were cuffing me and took responsibility.”
“Don't worry about it. Dan seems to be taking it well.”
She snorted. “Yeah, I'm sure he usually has to pay extra for handcuffs.”
Riki hadn't shocked me that much since I first met her and heard the petite Japanese lady speaking in a Texas drawl. I thought I had an active and varied sex life, but compared to everyone around me I was downright prudish. I stood there dumbfounded for a moment, then followed Riki outside. Another police car had turned up and a large, solidly-built officer was unlocking the cuffs on Dan's wrists.
As he removed the cuffs, he said, “In the future, you might want to keep that stuff someplace a little more secure.”
“My drug storage meets and exceeds legal requirements,” Dan replied. “Look, one guy with a crowbar and bolt cutters could break into a typical off-site pharmacy, loot the Schedule II cage, and stand a good chance of being gone before the nearest unit could respond to the alarm. These guys didn't even get into the garage. Even if Riki hadn't shown up, you probably would have caught them still trying to break into the RV. If they made it in, it would take a good hour with safe cracking tools to breach my drug locker.”
“Sounds impressive.”
“My new boss takes security seriously.” Dan saw me approaching. “Well, speak of the devil. Jenny Philips, this is Sergeant Fellers.”
I shook his hand. “Is Sergeant your first name?”
“On duty it is. But I go off duty at noon.”
I smiled. “We should be near Dallas by then.”
“Too bad. So you're the one that's been the one keeping Dan away from his AA meetings.”
“Zombies don't understand schedules, and clients expect quick results.”
“I trust you at least keep him sober on the job.”
“There's usually no place to get a drink in the field. Besides, a drunk bears a close resemblance to a zombie, and most of the places we go suspicion is enough reason for a bullet to the head.”
“No wonder he called you the devil.”
“Whatever works, though I did not make him sign his employment contract in blood.”
“Maybe you should have. Okay, as much fun as all this banter may be, we need to wrap this up. As far as anyone can tell, nothing was stolen. The only damage is some scratches on your garage door. Probably just kids after drugs, guns, or electronics. Normally, investigating something like this would be a waste of time, but you've got better than average security cameras so we have good shots of their faces and the vehicle. If they're in the system, we'll identify them. If they aren't in the system yet, maybe getting arrested will scare them straight, keep them from advancing to more violent crimes in the future.”
“Good luck with that.”
“Hey, it could happen. Nice meeting you.”
“Nice to meet you as well.”
He went back to his car and left, with the rest of the police following. A few minutes later, Lance and Gil arrived together. I filled them in on what happened, then Gil went to his office to see what he could find out before we left. By then Riki had pulled the RV out of the garage and backed it up to the trailer, so Lance and I went to hook it up. Lance handled the hitch while I plugged in the electric cables. In addition to the brakes and taillights, there was also a reefer box. It could keep five large adult corpses cold or, as I learned a few months before, eight boy scouts. If I needed to bring back more than that, it had an ice maker and I had a half dozen insulated body bags. A third cable powered the charging stations for three electric four-wheel ATVs. They could each carry two people, had a fifty mile range, and most importantly were silent enough that your average zombie couldn't hear them from more than twenty feet away. We usually left one person at the RV so we really only needed two of them, but it doesn't hurt to have a spare for breakdowns or emergencies.
Once everything was hooked up, Riki climbed out of the RV and I took advantage of the pause in activity to talk to her. “Hey, did you get my email?”
“Sure did. The stash at Camp Maxey was a popular topic for bull sessions in the motor pool. Rumor has it they buried dozens of M3 half-tracks. I'd love to get my hands on a few of those.”
“I'd have figured you'd want one of the tanks.”
“Nah, too hard to make street legal and maintain. Besides, I'd have to demil the main gun, which would be a travesty. Can you imagine what a Sherman tank firing 75mm canister rounds would do to a pack of zombies?”
I blissed out for a moment thinking about that. “Not too useful in this line of work, but it would be a sight to see.”
“In any case, yes, the burial of the 49^th Division's equipment was well known in my part of the Army.”
“Thanks, that helps.” Right then Ashley arrived, still wearing the same clothes she had on the day before. “Ah, looks like we can finally get on the road.”
“Good hunting, and be careful.”
“Will do, Riki.”
I joined the others, who were getting their gear together to move out. “Ash, since you got to sleep in this morning, you have the first shift driving.”
She grinned at me. “Who says I got any sleep?”
“Then after taking the first shift you can catch an uninterrupted nap until we get to Paris.”
“Good point.”
We climbed aboard and settled in. Ashley got us headed north on I-35 while Dan filled her in on everything that had happened before she arrived. Lance activated the internal cameras and made sure the ones each of us wore were sending clear video and audio to the server. I still wished I hadn't agreed to Rob's reality show idea, but it felt good to finally get going.
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