Believe nothing, no matter where you read it, or who said it – no matter if I have said it! – except it agree with your own reason and your own common sense.” – Siddhartha Gautama, a.k.a. the Buddha

OKTitle to be decided pt15

(Continued from 14)

As G finidshed programming LB, a Sheriff’s SUV came into sight of the RV.  T mutters, “just let me do the talking, k?”

“You got it T.  I’ll play dumb and stupid.”

The SUV pulls in across the tarmac from the RV and the occupant puts it into park and shuts down.  Getting out, he appears to unfold himself and on standing, the reason is obvious.  Standing just shy of 7 feet, Sheriff Macey is a big man. “Morning Gentlemen.  How y’all doin?.” He says, his Texarkana drawl prominent

“Not to bad sir, just getting our bearings.”replies T.  G just gives him a nod.  

“Thats good.  Hope you didnt have business in Memphis, cuz if’n ya did, I’d say that your appointment has been canceled.”

“No, no business, but with all that smoke, we decided to find a way around if we could.” T says, watching the big sheriff take off his cover and wipe his bald head with a rag. Its only 80 degrees and cloudy, but the black sheriff is already sweating bullets.”You wouldn’t know whats going on there would you? asks T

“Yeah, I know alright and t’aint good. Two weeks ago the muzzies raided two black mosques and started a damned holy war on American soil. They have more than half the city under their control now.”

“Muslims?” asks T.

“Yup, all those ‘refugees’ Bammy let in.  Hadn’t been able to clear ’em out.  They change location and ID as fast as roaches scurry from the lights.” Macey says, adding in a spit for emphasis.

“Damn.  What happened at the mosques?” Asks T, G has a stern look on his face but stays silent.

“Happened fast.  The men not killed outright were beheaded or crucified later, labeled apostate or some such”G nods silently” and the women and girl folk just disappeared. They didn’t leave any men or boys alive.  The black folks not muslim reacted pretty badly and tried to fight back, but these muzzies are loaded for bear.  Full auto AKs, rockets and grenades, the works. They handed those people their asses and ran the rest off.  Then they rocketed the fuel farm in West Memphis.  That took out almost half that town overnight.”

Neither G nor T say anything in response, they just look eastward, each deep in thought.  The sheriff is looking that way as well.  

“Gotta ask ya boys something, and I dont mean to scare ya:  you wouldn’t happen to be Tick tock and Gamer would you?  You fit the description but the rig is different.”

Both G and T swivel their heads to the sheriff and say nothing. “Now dont get ruffled boys, only asking cuz you fit the description but I ain’t the one after y’all. The APB says you’re terrorists, but I know terrorists pretty well now, ‘n you ain’t it.  Fact of the matter, from what I can tell; y’all are better patriots than those chasin’ ya.  After seeing what our Government let loose on us, I question a lot of things now-days.” He pauses for a second in reflection.  “The thing I dont get, is why the FAA would want a piece of y’all?  Ain’t never seen that one before.”

“Well,” T starts to respond. G snaps his head negative and T stops.  “Some things are best left quiet like.” G says, breaking his silence.

“Fair’nuff” says Sheriff Macey.  “I ain’t lookin’ at being no hero and I don’t believe half of what comes down the pipe no-ways.  I just find it funny that a few agencies want an old hippy and a guy in a wheelchair more than they want to deal with those guys,”he says as he hooks a thumb eastward towards Memphis.”‘guess it boils down to cowardice or somthin’.” He grins, “can’t says I blame’em though, them freaks over there are blood thirsty.”

“Well Sheriff, you seem to be in the know, if we were to head north of here, are there any problem areas we might need to avoid?”  asks T.

“None I’m aware of.  Most of the area north of here is agricultural and plenty of people self sufficient.  Where y’all headed?” The Sheriff asks.

“G has family in Louisville and we’re trying to hook up with them.” T lies.  G doesnt even give a twitch, even though they hadnt discussed ‘alternative futures’.

“A bit of haul, but no real trouble I am aware of. Louisville may be kinda ugly, but I hadn’t heard anything.  Lots of welfare types in the bigger cities.  Bastards give people like me a bad name.”

About this time, G’s phone starts beeping.  Pulling it out and reading the message, he looks up, then at T. “Little bird wants to come home.  She can’t hold a thermal and battery power is getting critical.  Guess the smoke is blocking some sun as well.”

The sheriff looks up, confused, and looks back at T. “Whats he talking about?”

T responds “Well, you wanted to know why the FAA wants us, you will get to see one reason in a few minutes.”   

G reaches into the RV and pulls out LB’s landing guide, wheels out into the road and stretches it out along the middle line.  He then pulls his phone and keys in the command to return for LB, then rolls back to where the other two are standing.

A couple of minutes passes then LB comes into view. “Well, I’ll be damned!” Exclaims the sheriff.  “A drone.  And a danged big one from what I can see.”

“Shes a lot more wing than body. Had to make the wings bigger to support her payload.  If the skys were clearer, she could stay up all day.” G says.  

“So thats what you guys meant by getting your bearings.  You were scouting ahead.” Laughing, the sheriff just shakes his head. “Ive seen it all now.”

“Sheriff, I have to ask how sincere you were by saying you weren’t wanting to make us trouble? ” Asks T. “That little plane landing here is only part of why the FAA and FCC want to talk to us.”  

“You call that little?”he remarks, watching as Little Bird touches down and rolls to the end of her guide rope.  “That thing is over 8’wide on the wings.  Whats it weigh? 10- 15 pounds?”

G answers “17 pounds actually.  Theres a lot of radio gear in her, as well as the batteries for them.  If I took out the radios, she’d only weigh 5 pounds.”

“And I take it you never registered her with the FAA? I remember reading something about them passing some rule about UAVs over 2 pounds needing registered. And they sent it out to law enforcement so we could do their job for them.  ”

“No, she ain’t registered, and we don’t have any intention of doing so.  Right now all they have is no registration, but if we were to register her, they could get us for fraudulanr claims as well.  I have no intention of filling them in about her role in our setup.” Says T.  G rolls over to little bird and flips a small switch under her wing.  He then pulls up and coils the rope,laying in his lap, then scoots behind the plane , pushing it to the RV. 

“She aint real heavy, but she’s awkward for me to carry in this chair.” G comments matter of factly.  T helps remove the wing from the fuselage and takes it into the RV while G messes with wires inside the fuselage. The sheriff asks,”you said this is one part of why they want to talk to you.  Mind if I ask about the other part?”

G thinks for a second, then says “I would say ask T about it.  But we have more planes in the rig and they really don’t appreciate those girls at all.  T may let ya look, but he’s the boss man and its his call.”

T comes out then asking “she ready for the charger G?”

“Yup.  Just plug her in. ” says G and hands the fuselage to T. 

The sheriff clears his throat and asks T “Just a little curious about what other stuff you might be flying.  Not as a professional, but as a civilian.  Can I take a look at what ya have?”

T pauses in the side door, looks back and replies,”give me a minute to get this hooked in and I’ll drop the gate and give you the tour.”

(More tomorrow)

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