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“What do you mean, talk?” McNabb pulled his side arm pointing it at Roger.

He’d been told this group was something of a vigilante-idiot-savant. But he could see this group was far better equipped then he gave them credit for.
They had taken out his team without him seeing it happen. He wanted to know who were they and where they’d gotten their training.

Roger pushed his chair back as the pistol was pointed at him, “Hey there chap, careful with that thing.” Before McNabb could say anything more a dog jumped onto the table shaking about the ruined ends of the phone handle as it trotted in a circle before them.

“What the hell?” McNabb jumped back. The dog trotted up, dropping the phone to the table, making a noisy clatter. “Is that mutt using an English canter?”
“No,” Roger said scratching his chin thoughtfully. “I think he’s a Australian sheep dog.”

McNabb blinked. “I mean…” he stopped putting his pistol back in his holster. He knew when he’d been defeated. “Alright, what do you want?”

“What do I want?” Roger frowned, opening a beer and taking a big chug.

“Easy boy.” McNabb wasn’t liking the way the dog was tossing the phone parts and catching them as he danced about the table. “Wait, how in the hell did the dog get into the compound anyway?”

“Aye, the pup has a knack for getting where he wants to go,” Roger said, again trying to make the insane sound wise and logical.

“Whatever,” he waved it off. “Tell me what you want, I can’t have you and your goon squad turning this base upside down. It’s one of the last standing outposts against the virus!”

“Well for starters, I want the redhead back. She’s a bitch, but she’s our bitch so hand her over,” Roger said, frowning as he looked over the label on the can. “Down to the light beers, damn.”

McNabb shook his head. “I can understand that, but that one is out of my hands. She’s been transferred into Dr. Iron’s care. That’s above my pay grade.”

Roger frowned. “But you know where she is?”

“I know where his facilities on base are, that’s about it.”

“It’s a start, let’s go.” He crushed the empty can and held out his hands, still in the cuffs. “If you don’t mind, you can have your jewelry back.” He looked over at Aubrey who was looking pale and confused. “Hers as well.” Once McNabb removed the cuffs the dog dropped the phone at his feet and hopped off the table, jumping at the door barking.

“What’s with all the racket Spotty?”

The dog growled.

“Sorry, Spot.”

Spot barked at the door again and Roger opened it to find the blond known as Junie outside looking shaky and sweating profusely, “Junie, lass, what’s wrong? You look horrible.”

“Roger, I need the beans, Bob keeps talking and the more I go without coffee the more Bob talks.” She reached out and grabbed Roger by the forearms so hard that it made him wince. “I know there is coffee in MREs. But none of those guards had any MREs on them.” Her eyes looked over the room wildly. “What am I going to do Roger?” she said, close to hysterics.

“You mean you weren’t taking out those guards to save me?” He sounded crestfallen.

“Roger?” She cocked her head to the side. “Were you in danger?”

Spot whined and covered his eyes with one paw.

McNabb took it back; this was the luckiest bunch of idiots ever.

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