Behind The Curve-The Farm | Book 3 | The Farm Craven Boyd (the reading list book .txt) 📖

Dante was nodding. “She wouldn’t stop fighting.”

“And if I can’t keep you to protect your hands, I’ll be the one knocking the bitch out.” Her voice came out sounding as wound up as they all felt.

“I got you,” Don said, pulling her into his lap with his good arm.

“Get over there with them,” Anna said, kicking Jennifer in the side.

The woman’s eyes fluttered a moment, then she groaned and rolled to her side.

“I said get over there with them,” Anna shouted, and this time, the boot was literally applied to the ass.

Twenty-Five

The fake social media page had gotten reposted to many of the counter protesting groups. They had taken it to be serious, and from what Curt and Andrea could tell, the Antifa they had intended to blame for this started reposting the call to shut down the detention center that the Cheeto Jesus himself had okayed to keep the good left-wing protestors locked up in.

In other words, those on the left wanted to protest and free their comrades who had been snatched up at protests and riots by people in unmarked black vans. The right wanted to protest those who continuously rioted, looted and burned to exact their political revenge. They also wanted to see the end of the detainment. They didn’t feel it was legal with no due process, and considering the constitutional rights that were being trampled on… The groups actually had that in common.

The page and subsequent posts for the rally even made the early afternoon news, which made everybody tense up.

“You sure?” the trucker asked.

“Yes ma’am. Then you and I can spend some time together,” Rob lied.

The night before, he’d listened to Curt and Andrea’s plan and had to admit, it was good. If they pulled off the fake protest and let things get out of hand, he had the perfect cover to get in and out. His first order of business was to get into the facility. It wasn’t a maximum-security prison or top-secret military installation, so he’d improvised. That’s how he’d met Lucy at the closest watering hole.

Her truck had been idling in the parking lot while the trucker worked on getting herself hammered. Rob was five or six years younger than her, but she’d lived a hard life on the road. She was flattered that a younger and handsome man the size of a small mountain had taken notice of her. It had been a while since a guy was buying her shots and dancing with her late into the night. She thought the handsome man was trying to get her drunk so he’d have an easier time later, but she would have gone for him sober.

Now?

Her head hurt, and Rob was coming out of the bathroom the next morning, just having taken a shower. She didn’t remember whether or not she’d gotten lucky the night before. She wasn’t sore like she had, but maybe both of them had underestimated the power of Cuervo. Rob had planned on trying to hide in the back of the truck, but when he’d seen the semi driver in the bar, he’d had second thoughts. It’d be easier to be driven directly in rather than worry about the unloading process. Leaving there, he’d make it up as he went. He was good at that, plus he’d been ducking his shots and had scored the spare bed in the motel room. Angel wouldn’t approve, but he’d kept to his vows entirely.

“Listen, wouldn’t it be easier if I just picked you up from here after my appointment?” Lucy asked, nervous.

She was one of the very few over the road truckers who went into the camp. Most loads were split up by various alphabet agencies, and day cab drivers would drop and hook empty trailers and keep the flow going. Lucy had milk and cheese, things that weren’t made locally. She had been able to keep her sleeper cab by doing the run between the dairy farms up north and this drop near where she lived.

“I have to check out by 11,” Rob told her. “Can’t I just hide in the back of the sleeper cab while we’re there? I could like, you know, get things ready for later?”

Lucy knew she shouldn’t, but the camp personnel had only once checked inside her truck, and it had been on her first trip in. Nowadays, they knew her by sight and just waved her in, after making sure the seal on the back door was still intact.

“I guess…”

“We gotta get out of here,” Angel said to her roommates.

“I don’t know, I can hear people out there starting to get rowdy,” the mousy haired roomy said. “I’m watching the crowd grow on TV. It’s going to be an all-out shit show.”

“She’s right,” Bailey said, the bruiser also known as Scorpia. “There might not be a better time to sneak out.”

“You two can go then,” their other roommate snapped. “I can’t risk it.”

“That’s because you’re partial to the new guy you’ve been cleaning for…”

Bailey made a come on motion to Angel, and Angel slid off the bed and into the hallway of the dorms.

“If we really do this, do you think those bitches will tattle us out?” she asked Angel.

“Even if they do, does it matter? They’re going to figure out who escaped eventually. If what happens is what I think is going to happen, the chaos will keep them busy for days, if not weeks.”

“That’s true,” Bailey told her quietly. “Do you have a plan?”

“I do, but I want to know something… when we get out, and we for sure are, where are you going to go?”

“With you, as long as you want me along?” Bailey said. “I got nowhere else to be.”

“Ok, then let’s go get some lunch and I’ll fill you in on the plan once we leave the dorm. I think we should do it like, right now, or soon. Do you need anything from the room?”

“No, but