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the ramp between the military guys into the belly of the aircraft. The situation gave the impression that these guys were moving out of the airbase.
    I gave Smith a nudge and pointed to the gigantic aircraft. He’d already noticed and was surveying the scene.
    “That looks like a Hercules, only a newer version,” he muttered. “And it looks as though they’re getting ready to ship out.”
    The wiry guy twisted around in the front seat to face us. “Actually, that aircraft is a C-17 Globemaster three. The best military air-lifter in the business.”
    Smith opened his mouth to speak again but Johnson swung the steering wheel hard to his left to knock down a lone zombie trudging across the airfield. The motion caused Smith to lurch off the seat and face first into the cardboard boxes. We felt the truck jolt and heard the snapping of dry bones as the zombie folded under the impact of the front crash bars.
    I grabbed Smith’s arm and pulled him back to his sitting position. He dabbed his nose with his fingers and checked for a bleed. Any kind of bleeding wound could heighten the zombie’s senses and cause them to swarm into a frenzy, like sharks surrounding an injured fish in the sea. We were relatively safe with all the firepower around but the large amount of zombies lurking on the base could cause a problem if they all descended on our position in one huge mass.
    Johnson swung the Humvee to the left so we were parallel with the front of the control tower and facing the aircraft. He brought the vehicle to an abrupt halt around ten feet in front of the control tower. The three military personnel leapt out of the front seats, moved around to the rear and opened the back doors to let us out. Milner climbed down from the gun turret and motioned for us to climb out of the vehicle.
    “What’s going on here, Milner?” Smith asked , as we shuffled by the boxes towards the exit.
    Milner grinned crookedly and removed a pair of work gloves. “We’re getting out of here.”
    “Oh, yeah? Where you headed?” Smith asked, as we stepped down from the vehicle interior onto the airfield.
    I felt the cool night breeze blow into my face and welcomed the freshness. The Humvee interior still had the faint whiff of diesel and stale sweat inside.
    Milner followed us out of the vehicle, still with a broad grin on his face.
    “We’re shipping out to Europe,” he said.
    I felt my world had suddenly taken a turn for the surreal.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
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    “Europe?” Smith repeated. His face screwed in disbelief. “What the hell is in Europe?”
    “Listen, I’ll let Chief Cole explain everything,” Milner said, flapping his hand at us. “He’s up in the control tower.” He pointed at the building in front of us. “Come on, I’ll take you right up.”
    Batfish flashed me a bewildered expression that asked the question – ‘ What the hell is going on ?’
    I shrugged and followed behind Smith as Milner led the way to the control tower. He turned back as we reached the glass fronted double doors, guarded by two guys holding assault rifles.
    “Hey, Johnson,” Milner called out. “Don’t worry about unloading the Humvee. That mother is coming with us. You can drive it straight onboard the bird.”
    Johnson duly nodded. He closed the rear doors then walked with the wiry guy and the Hispanic girl back to the vehicle’s cab.
    The guards by the doors let us through as Milner led the way. Smith gave both sentries a nod before we entered the building. The control tower lobby was spacious with a navy blue carpet covering the floor space.
    “We’ll have to take the stairs, I’m afraid,” Milner said , turning slightly. “The elevator isn’t operational.” He pointed to two sealed, chrome elevator doors on our left. “We’ve only got limited power when we’re running on the back-up generator and they need all the juice for the control tower facilities.”  
    A wide staircase inclined