The Survivors: Book One

Kenn began blowing birds out of the sky before they could get into an open window, rotating and blasting the piercing air horn, and those watching were amazed when the flock immediately began to divert from their straight-at-the-ground course. How had he known that would work?

All of the Eagles followed Kenn's lead, the guards carrying the loud horns for backup in case the weather knocked out their radios. The flock circled the camp in groups, dipping and spinning. Some stayed high, but most were confused, not sure where to go, and their bodies dropped from the sky like rain.

The guns were starting to take their toll, the ground littered with carnage, and the rest of the flock finally seemed to understand there was anger simultaneously, returning to higher ground in ragged staggers. Neat lines were also a thing of the past for the animal populations.

Now, the guns were louder than the cries of the sick, blind birds, as they were flew by instead of trying to land. They called anxiously to each other to keep from getting lost. A minute later, they were out of sight, but their calls echoed for a long time through the gritty February sky.

"We'll call it a day," Adrian informed them. "Man on Point, take over."

"Yes, sir!"

Kenn jumped from the bus, jeans and army jacket splattered with streaks of blood. He turned in a short circle, eyes evaluating, then waved Kyle over. He would cover things in the order he knew Adrian would have, and enjoy it that the Mobster wouldn't be able to argue. For some reason, Kenn still found Kyle to be a rival, and though he had some hopes of swaying the Italian to his side, he couldn't stop himself from showing the man where his place was.

"Have Neil do a perimeter, over in that onion field. Set it up and get them inside it. Send someone to the bus with first aid kits, and then set up a couple of showers and wash areas over here so we don't contaminate our campsite. Make the wire tight and short."

Kenn looked at his watch. "Almost lunch anyway. Tell Hilda to go ahead, but scrub the tuna sandwiches. There's no way anyone will eat that shit now. Also, have Doug see to the Bitch. She's taking pictures. When all that's done, we'll need new vehicles. You and your team see to it personally."

Deeply-tanned hands clenched in anger, Kyle swallowed a nasty remark and got busy. He did indeed have a beef with Adrian's new suit, but now was not the time.