![]() Sure enough, around noon, a half track roared across the small bridge leading into the tiny town and parked outside the only barroom. There hidden in the trees, they waited, slapping bugs, as the sun climbed the sky. They reached the edge of Ruff Creek just after dawn. A short, black goatee gave him a sinister look-just the effect Hunter wanted. He too, was bald, although quite naturally. But those kind of things were long forgotten these days. He was rotund for a stick jockey, too big to make the grade if he were in the old time military. He had to think like a pirate, or someone of their ilk, to pull this off. Thus his exile to not only change over his appearance, but also his karma. Hunter knew they couldn’t walk into a place like Ruff Creek, looking or acting normal. Louie his air force.Ĭlyde was a good guy and an able pilot. The town would be the first stop in Hunter’s outlandish plan to get St. It was little more than a collection of food stores, a handful of crowded homes and one saloon. Sitting on a bend in the Ohio River, Ruff Creek was the point of civilization nearest to the Stukas’ hidden pirate base. From there, they had a two hour walk to the nearest town, appropriately called Ruff Creek. The next night, Hunter and a pilot named Clyde were landing an old C-119 Flying Boxcar on an abandoned stretch of the Pennsylvania Turnpike. “You guys got about a couple of hours to kill?” Hunter smiled and put his glasses back on. “Now Hawk, are you going to let us in on your plan or not?” “Again, you got it,” Fitz said, calling for more drinks.ĭozer smiled. “Plus a couple of choppers, Hueys if you can spare them.” Also Fritz, think a few of your boys might want to make some overtime?” “Tell them to get the Stallion warmed up. “They’ve been itching for action for three days. “They’re already ready,” the Marine said. ![]() “I’ll need the strike force primed and ready to go in two days’ time,” Hunter said. Tell him he’s working for me, with the promise of a lot of business down the road.” He’s a good egg and his guys are top-notch.” His mother and papa are from the Old Sod. He won’t chicken out like these other free-lancers.” Flyboy that goes by the name of Captain Crunch runs them. “Got just the team,” Fitz said, smacking his lips. Someone who specializes in ground support. “Then, I’d like you to hire out a couple of good fighter-bombers. “Well, I’ll need an old plane and a good pilot, one of your guys, to come with me tomorrow night,” Hunter explained. “I would ask you to do me a couple of favors though.” “If capitalism doesn’t survive, what good is it if anything else does?” “I understand, Fitz,” Hunter said sincerely. But I can’t send my Thuds to Football City as much as I’d like to.” I can maybe lend you a few ground troops. “But I have to at least do it behind the scenes. “You know I’ll help as much as I can,” he said. We’re going to have to move quickly.”įitzgerald almost looked embarrassed. “All part of the plan, Fitz.” Hunter said, motioning the bartender to bring them a bottle. “Hawker,” Fitzgerald cried, pulling up a chair.
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