Free Moosehill Militia (Book 1): INFECTED by Paul Christian

back deck. Why do you ask?” Mike he asked. “I’ll have to check with Mac and Bob Aucoin if you don’t mind.” He said. “No problem, Mac.” Mike hollered to the back room. “Come out here for a second.” Mac stepped out from the back thirty seconds later. “Hello Lieutenant. What’s up?” He asked. “Mac I need to know where you were two nights ago.” Evens asked him. Mac looked at Mike. “What’s this about?” he asked Mike. “Just answer the question Mac.” He told Mac. “Okay, I was at Mike’s house with him and Bob, going over some business plans. Is there a problem?” he asked Evans.
    “I guess not, I’ll still have to check with Bob Aucoin if you don’t mind. Two nights ago someone took out a whole Chapter house of the Marauder Motorcycle Gang. Sedated them all with some kind of tranquilizer gun cut the trigger fingers off them while they were mostly out. Four were woken up while their fingers were being cauterized. Anyway these scum were human trafficking in transporting young women to the Middle East. We are getting varied stories. The four gang members that were awake and tortured say a demon in black cut their fingers off and questioned them about their gang and how it operated. They wouldn’t tell us anymore without further incriminating themselves. On the other hand you cousins kid was found there and she wrote down what they told the man in black, she spoke with the man in black as she calls him. Other than that she hasn’t given us much detail to go on. I’m thinking she’s not going to give us much, this guy saved her and the other girls as far as she is concerned. As far out as this sounds, you’re on a very short list with the credentials to actually pull something like that off successfully. So I had to come over and ask. No offense, you understand.”
    “No not at all, it’s perfectly understandable. Larry when you going to retire and come work for me. I could really use a guy like you.” They both laughed. “Soon Mike soon.” He replied.

 
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER FIVE
    Less than one year
     
    Day -332
    Mike drove Mary in his truck uphill between the Dam for Moosehill Reservoir and the head water of Sugden Reservoir over the bridge and up the hill. As they approached the main entrance to Moosehill, Mike got to admire Bob’s Excavation’s Companies work. The land has been contoured all along the hill, there’s a fifty foot escarpment with a ramp where the entrance is. The ramp bridge goes over a dry moat and raises up to a vertical position for an uninterrupted face to the escarpment facing south. The dry moat continues on the east and west sides to where the ground level raises up too far to be used as a defensive barrier. At this point, a one hundred foot cleared area runs the entire rest of the perimeter, with a twenty foot high chain link fence with razor sharp Concertina wire on the top of the fence and on the inside. A ten foot deep dry moat twenty feet wide on the outside of the fence provides security. Plans are for a second inner fence, then there’s an inner perimeter road the entire distance.
    On top of the escarpment Mike and Mary got a good look at their new home set back around a hundred yards surrounded by a twenty foot tall stone wall six feet thick. Mohan Manor, Mary’s idea is ten thousand square feet, three levels and two basements that connect to the underground Moose hill facility behind it. Interior work was still being done. Another month or so Mike figured and they would be able to move in. Of course there are plenty of guest rooms. His close inner circle will be staying in Mohan Manor if there interested with plenty of room still for guests.
    They drove past and observed excavators, bulldozers, and hundreds of workers installing solar panels that cover nearly forty acres. Buried beneath is Mr. Gussdorf’s numerous shelters that Mike purchased. The shelters and plumbing are in but still plenty of work to do with wiring for phones,