Conflicted Home (The Survivalist Book 9), A American [top android ebook reader TXT] 📗

doubt that this night no one was worried about anything. For tonight, we would be carefree. I drained the bottle in my hand and got up to go find my wife. She was in a dress today and I was out of uniform. I was going to get the most out of this situation that I could. Tomorrow would have to wait.

Prologue

Baker was leaning on the open doors of the big green transformer. “What do you think?” She asked.

“Well,” Terry replied. “One of two things is going to happen. One, the lights will come on. Or two, the doors will blow off this thing and it’ll burn like a damn torch.”

“Only one way to find out,” Scott replied. “I trust it. I megged it out and it looks good. I think it’s going to be fine.”

Terry stood up and closed the doors to the transformer. “Like I said, only one way to find out,” he said as he walked away from it.

Baker and Scott moved with him, and once they were at a comfortable distance, Terry waved to Eric. He was standing up the power pole where the wire from the transformer dropped underground. He had a long telescoping pole in his hands. At the top of the pole was a peg that came out at ninety-degrees from the head. This peg was in the eye ring of the fuse holder on the pole. Eric saw Terry wave and he braced himself. He gripped the pole, took a quick look up and quickly slammed the switch closed with an upward thrust of the pole.

The pad-mount transformer that supplied power to the armory began to hum as the lights on the outside of the building came to life. A cheer erupted from the assembled Guardsmen. Sheffield ran over and grabbed Terry in a hug, lifting him off the ground. “You did it! You actually did it!”