*** So in a few days I will post what is happening. We are going to eat when we get to a little town called Rainbow Lake, Canada. The signs say they got a cafe with good meatloaf and mashed potatoes… ***
The roads we are traveling on are really bad and we are going to tear the truck to pieces! So as I was driving the last 10 hours, I formulated a plan. The plan went into effect as we passed through a little poe dunk town as Ben was driving. I just happened to see a half track with a 4 sale sign as big as you could be! I yelled, “Stop and back up!”
A half-track is a civilian or military vehicle with regular wheels on the front for steering, and caterpillar tracks on the back to propel the vehicle and I just saw what we need to complete this journey…
After about three hours of talking to the owner and making a deal that he would never forget. Then bribing the local government with big cold hard cash! We ended up with literally a tank and Canadian tags to boot! Full tank of diesel and new supplies and weapons! The half-track had a 50 caliber machine gun that went with it. It stayed inside until needed then it had a sweet little spot to quick mount it at the hatch. We also got 5000 rounds of 705 grain ammo to go with it. Sweet, but lets hope we never need it. Man, I just love Canada…
Our speed was reduced but the time to get there would also be reduced because nothing would stop us now. Trees in the road and such would not slow us down…
We are about 50 miles from the Alaskan border and Ben and I decided to stop to talk about our plans. I also asked Ben to explain what he understood from the book that we read by Zighile Comstock!
Ben told me: After Zighile Comstock had come to America and brought with him the remains of what was found at the German WWI site. He settled in at a very extensive US sponsored base and was allowed unconditional ability to work on his project. Prisoners were used as experiments but Zighile Comstock needed a special person to make all the results mesh together. He needed a young American Indian female with type O negative RH factors in her blood. This is extremely rare in an Indian…
Zighile Comstock it seems had found a specimen for his work and the need to get her was top priority. While the book never said who the girl was, it is obvious that my daughter was the one. It had something to do with the way the Source Code virus worked with American Indians only and they needed that specific blood type…
I thought back in my mind and I knew that my daughter had that blood type exactly and she was considered an American Indian as her mother was…
So this man definable is the reason that my wife died and my child was taken from me…
Ben started to go into other stuff and I started to get mad! The more he talked the madder I got. Dogg started to whine and hid behind some things in the back of the half-track. Ben shut up and said, “Looks like I need to shut up!”
I then told Ben I was taking a walk and that he and Dogg needed to stay here. I took a walk and when I came back after an hour or so, I said, “48 miles and we hit the border! I am calling in some big favors and we are not stopping. If they do not want to help then I will crash the border and take the whole border out! By tomorrow night, I will have Zighile Comstock’s head on a pole or die trying!”
Then in my head I heard real faint and very weak, “Daddy he cuts me! Daddy he cuts me!” I was on the phone and told them to clear the border when they see a half-track coming because I am not stopping. Silence on the other end of the line persisted and then a simple “okay” was spoke. “I will get it done.” I then said, “You got 48 miles and start counting now!”
With that we piled into the half-track and I fired it up and floored it. When we reached the border there was no one in site and they had a large speed bump as you crossed the border. The half-track was air born and we took the covering off the whole complex as we passed through! I was not stopping until we reached Tok, Alaska…
So I have caught you up to date and I will get back with you in a few days! I am writing this as I sit on the hood of the half-track. We are looking at the sign that I saw in my dreams that said Tok, Alaska! By tonight I will allow Dogg to play with Zighile Comstock head. Well at least he will have it to play with after I remove it with my bare hands. Slowly and twisting as I do it…
Yes I am mad and it is time to correct the wrongs!
Ben is silent and Dogg is sleeping and once again in my head much stronger than earlier, “Daddy help me!”
First stop airport…
Talk to you later…
Stryker
The Zombie Source Code!
PS: After Zighile Comstock head is a Dogg toy, then I have a meeting with some government officials…