This week’s #FridaySnippets is from one of my secondary projects. The working title is “Transits” but will likely change as I get closer to the final draft.
This scene is a bit into the story so giving you a smidge of setup might not be a bad thing. On second thought, I think I’ll let it stand alone for now. I don’t want to spoil the beginning for you, do I? 😉
FAIR WARNING: This is taken from the first creative draft – fingers flying over the keyboard with reckless abandon (before any edits or corrections) – so be ready for some rough writing! 😉
After a few hours, the space in the back of the box truck seemed to lessen and conversation was nothing but a memory. Most of the men were in some state of meditation while others – the lucky ones – had actually fallen asleep.
The truck’s engine suddenly slowed as one of the men in the cab pounded three times on the window that separated the two groups.
As the echo of the final knock subsided they heard Pike’s muffled voice. “Last road!”
The men in the back sat up and braced themselves for the ride up the old gravel road. Carter looked around at the burly bunch and wondered how they could fail. There wasn’t a man in this hunting party that was under six feet tall except for one, and even though he weighed less than everyone else, he pushed the scale past the 250 pound mark – a healthy and fit 250+ pounds. That they all had, at some point in their lives, face to face combat experience didn’t hurt either.
Still, this was a different enemy than any of them had seen before.
The truck slowed again and began easing left, then right, then left again.
Carter looked around the truck trying to gauge the others. Had any of them actually seen a Transit before? How do you catch something you can’t see?
Collins sat up with authority “Almost time to set up. Everyone ready to get this done?”
Without a word, all of the men nodded their heads and started prepping for the task at hand.
Carter grabbed his shoulder pack, hook straps and rifle and then leaned toward Collins. “You sure we’re going to have a chance to set up at this point? I mean, we know they’re up here, but we don’t know WHERE up here.”
Collins ignored the question and continued barking at the men. “Grab the door Reed! Sure and steady men!”
Carter checked his clips and adjusted his leg holster so it wouldn’t catch on the handrail on his way to the top of the truck.
The truck rocked to a standstill in the middle of a turn. Three more knocks on the window and the sliding door on the back of the truck flew up.
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