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Case:Black - 18. Chapter 18
Southaven, MS
30 Company, 3rd Platoon Headquarters
1722 CST
601-555-5555
“Hi Joey.”
“Sergeant Taylor?”
“Yeah, it’s me.”
“Now that’s some real shit in the news. Very scary.”
“Yeah Joey it is. And I’m right here in the middle of it with the greenest bunch of kids you’ve ever seen. Remember when you said if I ever needed you, just call?”
“Where do you want me Sarge?”
“Can you get to Shelby?”
“Yeah.”
“Get there, gear up, and hop one of the convoys coming north. I’ll be damned glad to see you.”
662-555-5555
“Something told me you would be calling Sarge.”
“Yeah Sean. I’m trying to put the band back together.”
“It’ll take me a while to get there from Biloxi.”
“No problem. Get as far as Shelby. They say we’ve got about 30 hours before the shit hits the fan.”
“Outstanding.”
601-555-5551
“What took you so long Sarge? I was getting worried.”
“Bill, where are you?”
“I’m at Shelby gearing up. I’ll be there before morning. Did you think I’d miss this?”
662-555-5155
“I figured that I’d be hearing from you Sarge. I’m on the way.”
“Thanks Bear, be sure and bring your waders. I’ve got a feeling this one is gonna get pretty deep before long.”
Sergeant Taylor put his phone back in its holster. Things were looking up.
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