Free The Bomb and the Cage: Doree Anne by Eugene W Cusie Page A

weapons out of my squad car and piled them inside the tower. I picked up the shotgun and stuffed the shells into my pocket.
    “What about the administration building? Won’t there be someone there that might have the number we need?” I asked.
    “It’s Saturday, no administration here today.”
    “So my only choice is to get the numbers from the back gate office?”
    “That or go in.” The thought had come to mind. However, I wouldn’t know where to begin once I got inside.
    “How would I get inside?”
    “Bolt cutters.” Gus pointed to the side of the desk where a large red handled pair rested.
    “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
    “Neither do I, but the option is there.” Gus reached into his pocket and pulled out a ring of keys.
    “One of these unlocks the fuel tank. There should be a few gas cans nearby. If I was you, I’d fill up all of them and take them with you. I don’t know how many gallons those generators take but I’m sure it’s empty.”
    “I’ll try and make this quick.” Gus wished me luck and I left the tower.

 
    Chapter 18
    09/18/2004 0930 Hours
    Officer Ted Bryant
    The first thing I did was pull the dead body out of my passenger seat and wiped the seat off with a towel I kept in my trunk. I got into my police cruiser and continued following perimeter road.
    Within a three mile radius there wasn’t anything near the prison besides thick trees and swampland. Florida is known for alligators and there had to be more than you could count out here. It would be far too dangerous to walk through any of this. Maybe the gators would help contain this. Maybe, they would catch whatever they had. I didn’t want to think about it anymore.
    I drove a minute or two at a slow pace until I came to a sign on the left that read: Vehicle Maintenance Department . A dirt road went back into a heavily wood area. Thick oak trees hugged the road tightly and for a moment I wondered how any trucks ever made it through. I followed it around a bend and pulled up to a large building that had two large garage doors. I got out of the car and took my shotgun, keeping it at the low ready.
    To the left of the building was a large fuel tank that was once a bright red that had faded to a dull pink. A metal sign attached to it just above the hand painted Gas that read No smoking . There was a padlock on the handle and I tried each key the key ring before finding the right one.
    There weren’t gas cans insight so I walked over to the building and tried the door, it was locked and none of the keys worked. The thought crossed my mind about kicking open the door, but it was metal. Then I thought about shooting it open and that seemed like an even worse idea. What if they stored the propane tanks on the other side ? I walked around the building, looking for another door.
    On the other side, there were two doors. The first was unlocked and saw that it was a roach infested bathroom. It smelled of decay and ammonia. Dead leaves and a bed of what looked to be the once glossy pages of a gossip magazine covered the floor kept in place by men who missed the toilet. No soap or toilet paper , I wonder when the last time they cleaned this ?
     
    The other door was also unlocked and led to the inside of the garage. It was a dark windowless room that smelled of sweat and oil. I used my flashlight to make sure I was alone.
    There were two lifts, both were in use. One with a large white van and the other an old Chevy truck that had been spray painted grey. Both were in very poor condition and probably didn’t run. They wouldn’t do us any good to get far from here.
    The walls were lined with shelving and scattered with tools. There was a stack of tires in one corner of the room that was about six feet high and five feet wide. Next to them were several lawnmowers lined up.  Behind them on the wall were four weed eaters hanging by large metal hooks. There were no gas cans here.
    There was only one other door in the room and I