The Storm

would have just as soon fed me to any man-eating creature that might come our way. “Look, Henry!” I spoke, forcing the words out of my mouth in a breathy exhalation. Henry cast his eyes into the clear water and saw what had excited me. “Boy, we're leavin' right now!" Henry took on a tone that I hadn’t heard before from him. “But what are they?” I exclaimed. “Guns, Boy! Guns!" Henry had an angry look on his face and was obviously worried at the same time. “I know they are guns, but what kind?" I asked. “Military weapons, Kid. Serious ones. But this is no time to give you a course on weapons systems. But if you just have to know, I’ll tell you, 'cause you'll pester me about coming all the way out here for nothin'. Those two there," he said, pointing to the left, "are old, M16, full-auto machine guns, Vietnam era. That one is an M60 machine gun, and those two next to it are AK47’s. And, from the looks of it, full auto machine guns as well. Probably Norinco type Chinese weapons. Those three are Remington 870 12-gauge tactical shotguns, and a Mossberg 500 next to them,” Henry went on. “Two LAW missile launchers and an RPG.” “What’s an RPG, Henry,” I asked. “Rocket Propelled Grenade,” Henry responded, “and a Barrett 50 caliber sniper rifle with some serious optics." "That’s enough son. Class is over, so let’s load up. We're out of here and I ain’t gonna stand in waist deep water any longer. Take your pictures and whatever you gotta do and let's head out! Whoever owns these are serious players and we don’t wanna meet 'em, especially after we've seen this stash.”

I knew I was pressing my luck with Henry, but I couldn’t turn back now. I was so close, just yards away from the main

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