Free Bug Out! Part 5: RV Flight from Terror by Robert Boren

remember that line from the movie “Speed” – ‘It’s like driving a really big Pinto’.”
    “That’s one way to put it,” Jane said, cracking up.
    Frank’s phone rang. He pulled it out and looked at the screen.
    “It’s Jerry,” Frank said. He answered it.
    “Jerry, hear anything?”
    “No, still can’t raise them.”
    “Shoot.”
    “I’ve tried a lot of times now, though. Nothing.”
    Frank’s phone buzzed.
    “Another call coming in, Jerry. It’s the Sheriff.”
    “Good, take it. Call me back.” He hung up.
    “Sheriff?”
    “Yeah, Frank. I’ve got Earl and Jackson. They’re a little messed up.”
    “What happened?”
    “Earl’s coach was sitting on its side. The tires and most of one side were all shot up. There were three other vehicles crashed nearby. Dead Islamists.”
    “Do Earl and Jackson need medical attention?”
    “Probably. They’re both conscious. I think Earl has a concussion. Jackson’s got a pretty big gash on his right calf, but he can walk. He really needs stitches, but at least I was able to clean out the wound and bandage it up with my first aid kit.”
    “Salvage anything from their rig?”
    “Guns and ammo, grenades, clothes, some food, other odds and ends,” the Sheriff said. My nephew was a big help. I don’t think I could have climbed in and out of that thing.”
    “Good. I’m so glad they survived.”
    “Where you guys going?”
    “We’re going to stop at an RV Park in Green River for the night. Charlie and Hilda know the owner.”
    “Good. I know that place. I’m about three hours away.”
    “Take care of yourself. Sounds like the road down there’s pretty dangerous.”
    “I’ve got Terry in the back, watching out the rear window with one of the M-16s and some grenades. If anybody follows us, they’re going to have a real bad day.”
    “I’d put Jackson in front with a gun too.”
    “Good idea. I’ll talk to you later, Frank.”
    “Thanks for letting me know, Sheriff.”
    “Don’t mention it. See you soon.”
    Frank shut off the call and looked over at Jane.
    “I got it, Frank. Thank God they’re okay. Call Jerry.”
    Frank dialed Jerry’s number.
    “Frank?”
    “Yeah, what’s up?”
    “The Sheriff has Earl and Jackson in his rig. They are both alive, but a little worse for wear.
    “Uh oh. What happened?”
    “They ran into some action on the road. They won, but their rig is laying on its side, and they both need a little medical attention.”
    “Islamists?”
    “Yep, there were a few dead cretons scattered around the scene. The Sheriff said there were three vehicles.”
    “Scumbags,” Jerry said. “Thanks for letting me know.”
    “I’m not driving right now, so I’ll call Charlie and Jeb.”
    “Great, thanks.” Jerry got off the line.
    Frank looked over at Jane. His eyes were starting to tear up.
    “They’re alright, Frank,” Jane said. “That’s all that matters.”
    Frank wiped his eyes and dialed Charlie, accounting the news.
    “Shit,” Charlie said. “Kurt’s married to the town doctor…we can get them checked out when they get to camp, hopefully.”
    “Excellent,” Frank said. “I’ll call Jeb.”
    “You do that. I’ll talk to you later. Thanks for letting me know.”
    “No problem,” Frank said. He looked over at Jane.
    “Charlie says his friend at the Park in Green River is married to the town doctor.”
    “Good, that’ll help.”
    Frank dialed Jeb, repeating the news.
    “Great,” Jeb said. “Glad the Sheriff found them. Same bunch of creeps hit them?”
    “Yep, more of our friends.”
    “Which flavor?”
    “Islamists. Earl and Jackson won, but their coach is sitting on its side back there, and they’re a little messed up.”
    “Well, hope they took some of them out.”
    “They did,” Frank said. “Talk to you later.”
    “Maybe you should try to doze off for a little while?” Jane said.
    “No, I think I ought to keep an eye out. If Earl got hit, who’s to say we don’t run