The night before, as they left the room, Angus asked Maggie for pencil and paper. She reached behind the bar and handed over a legal pad and a few
mixed pencils and pens.
Angus then followed Alan out. They met Skip just outside. He was going in for a bite to eat.
"We need somewhere we can plan and work." Angus says to Skip. "We also needs some more tools. I have my backpack toolset and my lap top but they are
not enough for some of the things I have in mind".
Skip stopped and scratched his beard "Hmmm, you remember Randal's place? Well Randal died last year, probably some tools laying around, the place may
be a bit nasty if you are doing any precision work though."
Angus thanked Skip and headed out.
Alan slows down. "What exactly do you have in mind?"
Angus smiles and says "A bunch of nonsense", referring to Alan's earlier comment to Sandra. Alan just looks at him.
"Alan, you really need to try and loosen up some." Angus laughs.
"If you haven't noticed our world has ended, most of our family and friends are dead and we have an army of raiders marching to kill us." Alan says
Angus cocks his head sideways and looks at Alan as if he is trying to figure out a puzzle.
"All that you said is true, but you are still alive.
Your family and your friends memories are still alive in you. You can make a difference now, is this new world, more than you ever could have in the
old one. We need you, we need you to have faith and hope. We need you to believe in what you're doing. Flame throwers, RC toys and landmines may
seem like a 'bunch of nonsense' now but shortly you will see it in a new light."
Angus stears him off to the left side of the gate. They passed by several buildings until they came to the one he was looking for, RANDAL'S
AUTOMOTIVE AND REPAIR, the sign read.
Randal had opened this place, just out of town, to try and help raise money for their growing community and to work on the community vehicles as
well. It was the only service station for miles.
"What are we doing in this greese trap" Alan asked.
"We are looking for tools my friend" Angus replies. He trys the door but it is locked. He moves around to the bay doors and sees that the last bay
They make their way around and step inside. Angus reaches in his backpack and pulls out two pen lights. He hands one to Alan.
"Well, there does not seem to be much left" says Angus. He steps into a small room at the back of the garage and exclaims "Aah Ha!"
"What?" Alan asks
Angus is leaning down checking out a box with knobs and wires. "It's an old Miller Syncrowave welding machine. Most repair shops have them because
they are versatile. They have a built in high frequency for TIG welding aluminum. You can also Stick or TIG weld carbon and stainless steel with
this baby. It should come in handy with some of the 'nonsense' we are going to make. Sue-Lin actually gave me another idea earlier".
Alan shines his light into the corner and spots a large tool chest. He makes his way to it and opens a few of the drawers.
"Well, I don't know exactly what you had in mind, tool wise, but this is full of all kinds of precision and electrical tools".
"Great!" Angus replies. "Now lets get out of here. We will talk to Seamus and Sandra first thing in the morning. We will need some people to gather
all the stuff we need. We also need a clean, well lit, spacious working area. Seamus should be able to help us out with those in the morning. Right
now, you and I need to make a list of needed supplies and material. Then we need to rest, we have a busy couple of days ahead."
"Sounds good to me" Alan says. "But I have a question, what kind of idea did Sue-lin give you?"
"Something I have not done since I was a kid. Have you ever made a Tater Gun Alan? Ya know, granades are about the same size as taters" Angus
Alan returns the smile and mutters "A bunch of nonsense".
They both laugh as they leave the garage.
Back at the saloon they run into Skip again. "Seamus told me about some of your ideas and said I should help anyway I can. He and Sandra have both
turned in for the night.
"Well, no time like the present" Angus replies. "Skip we are gonna need a good size room with plenty of light and a work bench or three. Also there
are a few things I would like from Randal's. Then there is the RC toys, the landmine parts Dorian has stashed, and how many grenades do y'all have? ,
and............Uummmmm, prehaps I should just make a list".
Alan, Skip and Robbie sit down at one of the tables. Robbie pulls out the legal pad and begins to write, stopping frequently to add suggestions from
When all was said and done, Skip had a couple of sheets and was heading out the door. Then stopped.
"Almost forgot" He said, and showed them to a large room behind the saloon. "This is where we do all of our gun smithing and reloads. Also you will
find all the parts for the landmines stored in the corner over there. Will this do?"
"Yes and thank you Skip. This will do rather well."
Skip leaves them to inspect the room. Angus looks at Alan and can tell that he is beat.
"Hey Buckaroo, why not go get some rest. I am just gonna tidy up a bit and take a look at the mines."
"You don't like my company?" Alan said smiling. "If it's all the same to you I will stick around for awhile."
"No problem, kinda glad actually. There is a lot to do." Angus replies.
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