Zombie Theorem (Book 2): The Siege by James Wallace Page A

anything. Suddenly, I saw what I thought was a red light come brightly to life then die. It would rhythmically pulse to life then die again. Then it hit me. Someone was smoking in the truck. “I see the cigarette.”
    “Good, now swing back to the building, and pay close attention to the side entrance.” I focused on the area she suggested and waited. The door opened, and two people came out carrying rifles of some sort. They walked to the back of the building and out of my view.
    “Two people carrying rifles just came out and went behind the building.”
    “Excellent. Brian was right. You are very good at noticing things. Brian and I counted about fifteen different individuals coming in and out of that building. Add in the idiot in the truck, and now we have sixteen. From here, we can’t tell if they are Ridder, regular townfolk protecting their area, or a band of scum.” She reached over and took her pack, pulling it closer to her. She removed her rifle, a pair of gloves, and some kind of dark grey clothing. “Here is what I needed you for. I’m going to go down there and figure out what’s going on and who they are. I need you to sit up here with my glasses, scoped M4, and your radio. You are going to watch these people and be my back up, along with keeping me informed of movement.”
    I looked down at her while she fitted something on top of it. I took my MP5, placed it next to me, and slid on my tactical gloves. “I’ll do my best, but I have never used a scope.”

“Super easy, Dan,” she handed the gun to me and continued speaking. “Lift it to your shoulder and look through the eye piece.” I did as she said and, except for only seeing through one eye, it was like using the glasses. I sighted in on the truck again, but this time I could see the person behind the wheel.
    “Wow, I can see the guy in the truck with this.”
    “Good. Okay now, if you need to fire on anyone, just remember to keep both eyes open. Don’t pull the trigger. Just squeeze it slowly, and let it surprise you. I’ll teach you how to truly use this thing later. I doubt you’ll need it. Just follow me with the scope, but keep your finger off the trigger.” She stood up and pulled on a hood that covered her neck and face. So that was what that grey clothing she took out was. She took her braids and tucked them up into her hood. “I’ll be right back.”
    With that, she climbed off the edge of the roof and disappeared. I kept watching the street and surrounding area but couldn’t find her. I finally gave up and watched the truck and its driver. The radio startled me when it clicked on and Apache’s voice came over it, “Dan, you still awake? Over.”
    “Nope, taking a nap. Over.”
    She chuckled over the radio, “You watching the truck? Over.”
    “Yes, I lost sight of you the second you left the roof. So I settled on the truck. Over.”
    “Then I did my job right. Move your scope to the right of the truck and over to the corner of the building. Over.”
    I moved the scope to the direction she indicated and found two men standing there. “I see two men, one in a cowboy hat. Over”
    “Watch them for me, and let me know if they move. Over.” I moved to a more comfortable position and watched the two guys stand there. The one in the cowboy hat lit a cigarette and leaned against the restaurant facing me. His buddy took off his backpack and laid it on the ground, then bent over and started going through it. He removed two cans and handed one to his friend. My eye caught movement behind them, and I watched as Apache moved quickly, disappearing behind the building.
    I watched the two guys for another ten minutes standing around, finishing the drinks, and smoking two more cigarettes. My body was on fire, and my arm was becoming numb holding the rifle up. The guys turned quickly, as if hearing something. “Apache, those two just turned quickly and look like they are about to go behind the building. Over.”
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