Shane Collen West drove down 96th Avenue, in his Heavy SUV, a 1998 Chevy Blazer XL he affectionately called "Ronin" with its hitched light cargo trailer. Shane preferred traveling wide roads and highways easier to keep a good eye on the surroundings that way... and avoid roadblocks but made ambushes somewhat more a possibility.
The SUV had been camo-painted 'sorta' by
'Uncle' Al... in black and white over paint of its base maroon coat... most thought it was ugly.. but Shane liked it 'sorta'. However, he was under no misconception it provided much concealment.
Turning 'Ronin' up Glover Road he made his way slowly toward the Fort off the Mavis Road inter section up ahead. Before the fall this area was a commercial food park... now all the remnants of the buildings looked picked clean by bandit scavengers and survivors alike. The empty shells of a civilization and economy... a thing of yester-year likely never to return.
He was listening to one of his favorite CD's 'Wagner Without Words', Album by Cleveland Orchestra and George Szell, Track #3 currently ~
Die WalkĂŒre: Wotan's Farewell and Magic Fire Music. The Irony was not lost on him...
Now in a more restricted road he turned the CD down and scanned the buildings nearby looking for any lights in the growing evening darkness. They were all just empty ruins, and a dangerous place to be caught in the open with out cover from squatter ambushers and bandits alike. He gave 'Ronin' a little more gas to pass the abandoned boulevard to make his turn down Mavis quicker than later and eased his Glock 17 from its LBE holder to set it on the seat next to him for ease of access.
Heading down Mavis he left the abandoned commercial park relieved only slightly to be heading for the more tree covered way to the Fort's West Entrance. He'd just gotten to the River Road intersection... when he was certain he'd seen the flash of headlights down by the Fort. Immediately he cut the SUV's headlights and slowed to a stop. Then pulled his NVG's and powered them on to see what was up... for all he knew the Fort was supposed to be empty. Headlight could mean real trouble if a bandit biker gang had moved in.
The green overlay night vision showed indeed there were lights in motion down at the Fort. Shane grimaced at night 'Ronin' with cargo trailer was not his choice of situations. Best not to get into a position of being overrun.. with no maneuverability. He pondered the situation for a few sections then turned onto River road.
From his GPS it showed River Road became the Trans Canada Trail highway... a straight line road for miles... plenty of easy run room for the SUV and trailer should leaving rapidly be advisable.
He'd approach the Fort from the rear off the River Rd/Trans C-Trail... on foot. Best to avoid being spotted ...whatever's going on.
Turing up the the River road he approached the Fort non-access rear pulling toward the Trans C-Trail shoulder.
To his right he could see headlights through the tree cover...
'Was someone trying to drive through the overgrowth to the Trans C-Trail road?'
Coming to a stop on the shoulder of the Trans C-Trail he picked up his glock 17 from the seat, turned off the dome light before opening the door. Exiting he first grabbed his bow from the gun rack and hung it from the snap hook at the his back waist of his LBE. Then thought a second and also grabbed his battle rifle an H&K 91 from the same rack and slid it into the gun case/sheath on his MLBE at his right back shoulder.
Then he moved to the hood of 'Ronin' as cover, Glock 17 in hand to look at what was happening at the Fort...
Didn't look like whoever had tried to 'bulldoze' through the trees had been successful. So moving from the SUV's cover he made his way into the shadowy underbrush at the side of the road's shoulder making his way from cover to cover as best he could to the back-side of the Fort to find out the situation...
"No guts.. no glory..", he muttered under his breath...
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