Radioactive and The Decay Dystopian Super Boxset- A Dirty Bomb and Nuclear Blast Prepper Tale of Survival by Roger Hayden, James Hunt Page A

right after I joined. I was a little brash during my first tour,” Brett said.
     
    “We got lucky that year,” Jim said.
     
    “Lucky? Hell, it’s like we were protected by a legion of angels. Some of the shi— stuff that we got ourselves out of was unbelievable,” Brett said.
     
    “I thought you got out years ago?” Jim asked.
     
    “Ah, I tried.” Brett looked down at his rifle and dusty uniform and shrugged. “I’m just not good at anything else, Jim. This is what I know. This is what I love.”
     
    Jim thought back to his first few years in the Navy. The pride, the rush of being out on a mission, the feeling of victory after the success of that mission. He understood what Brett meant. There was a time when Jim thought he’d always be in the Navy.
     
    “How long ‘till we get there?” Jim asked.
     
    “A few hours,” Brett answered. 
     
    Samantha spoke up, “A few hours? I thought Matt was in Phoenix?”
     
    “He’s in a facility just east of the city. It’d be faster if we cut through, but the city still isn’t secure yet,” Brett replied.
     
    “Secure from what?” Jim asked.
     
    “Half the city is in havoc. With all the other shit that’s been happening around the country, we don’t have the personnel to secure the city. They’re actually bringing home U.S. soldiers stationed in other countries to help with relief,” Brett said.
     
    “It’s that bad?” Jim asked.
     
    “It’s turning into the wild-fucking-west out there, man.” Brett leaned back and slammed his body against the seat, making a loud thump. He flashed another wide smile. “Good job security for me though.”
     
    The sun was still high when they arrived at the makeshift base. It wasn’t much to look at, but what it lacked in building structure, it made up for in firepower. There were constant patrols around the camp along with guard stations that housed machine gun nests. Jim wasn’t sure if this was to keep people out, or in.
     
    Coyle jumped out of the truck first and quickly rushed over to Jim. He clutched his bag and kept glancing back behind him.
     
    “Those guys really don’t have a sense of humor. If you find me dead, tell the police it was that guy,” Coyle said.
     
    Jim looked back to see Hult frowning at them. Samantha pulled on Jim’s shoulder and spun him around.
     
    “When do we get to see Matt?” she asked.
     
    “Once you get him to give us what we need, the rest of you can see him,” barked Hult.
     
    Jim had dealt with men like Hult before. Angry, wreckless, strong, and unpredictable at times. It was men like Hult that made Jim want to leave the Navy in the first place.
     
    “If you think you can keep my daughter from seeing her father…” Samantha said, raising her fist.
     
    “I’ll help you after they get to see him,” Jim said, holding his sister back.
     
    “Five minutes,” Hult said.
     
    There was one stand-alone building in the center of the camp. Jim noticed the camp had been constructed around it. It had one door guarded by two armed men. Jim watched Hult scan a badge and enter a code on the keypad of the door to enter.
     
    Inside was one solid room with cubicle barriers separating different desks and personnel. Jim, Samantha, and Annie were escorted by Hult and his men past the desks to a dimly lit hallway with multiple doors on each side.
     
    The group walked down to the fifth door on the left. When Hult unlocked and swung it open, Samantha and Annie darted inside. Jim watched the family on their knees inside the cell hugging each other. He could see the bandages covering Matt’s face in between the heads of the girls. His eyes were puffy not from the tears, but because someone had beat him.
     
    Samantha held Matt’s face in her hands, and the three of them just sat huddled on the floor whispering to each other. Matt’s bandaged fingers ran through his daughter’s hair. Annie smiled at him and his eyes welled up with tears. 
     
    “Matt, what