Moosehill Militia (Book 1): INFECTED (5 page)

“I have a mathematician friend I know calculate the odds of being right that many times on random events. This wasn't yes or no answers some of the things Mary described or asked to do were complicated affairs and not something a kid would have any ideas about.” He came up with the odds to be so large that for all practical purposes it was impossible.”

The two ordered some eggs and bacon, and while waiting Mike continued. “When I was still in the hospital Mary told me that I was supposed to use the money to keep the bad men from harming anyone else. She told me that I would build underground to keep the sun from hurting us. I can only thing she was talking about a Solar Flare. As far as the dead men goes who knows, but if there’s some kind of violent threat, we know the kind of people who can handle that.” Mac took a last bit of his eggs and put his fork down. Well Mike if there is some kind of threat and you’re going to build some kind of refuge, I don’t won’t to be left on the outside. What do you have in mind?”

“In two days I claim the money. I’m going to buy the land that Mary indicated, I want to start recruiting people that can work on the property whatever we decide to do. I’m also going to buy Last Chance firearms, I know the owner and I think he’s willing to sell. I already have my gun dealers license and know a half dozen other guys that have dealers license. That’s as far as I got so far. Some ideas are floating around in my head, but I need someone I can trust that will know the whole score and that would be you. So tell me are you interested in a job working for me, Pay will be good.” Mike told Mac.

“Are you kidding me, retire in two months at seventy five percent, and with what you’ll pay me I don’t see how I could turn it down. Yes I’ll work for you.” Mac replied.

“Excellent, I feel so much better having someone I can trust who knows about Mary and everything else. We can meet here every Saturday morning for the time being and discuss plans until you retire anyway. Oh, by the way I filled out my resignation paperwork and will submit it Monday after the announcement at Lottery headquarters. I hate it being made so public, but there’s no way around it. They talked for a good hour or more making plans for the future. 

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“This is Charly Smith at Lottery headquarters reporting for Channel three News, any minute now the newest Billionaire will walk out on that stage and be introduced by Lotter Commissioner John Foley. This is the largest lottery single winner and the first tax free large winner. Anticipation is building in this room to see who that is. As many of you know the store that sold the winning lottery was victim to a heinous shooting that this reporter was witness too. Two people died during that shooting a store employee and a customer, several more were wounded including the officer who shot and killed the assailant, Mike Mohan who was hailed as a hero by many. Commissioner Foley is approaching the podium lets listen in.” The camera turned toward the stage as Commissioner Foley started talking. Charly listened half heartily, she was thinking why her possible boyfriend, asked her if she was going to be here reporting on the winner. Mike told her he would see her after the winner was announced.

Charly jerked up as the Commissioner said. “Now for the newest Billionaire let me introduce to you a hero too many, Mr. Mike Mohan.” Charly just about dropped her microphone as Mike Mohan walked out on the stage to applause in a blue blazer and dress pants, he approached the Podium and started. “Thank you, thank you. I know many are asking, is that the officer involved in the shooting at the Cumberland Farms. Yes that was me, I had not realized I possessed the winning number at that time. Not until sitting in the hospital and something triggered my memory that I checked and found out that I was the winner. Since that time when not in rehabilitation, I have consulted a team of lawyers an investment advisers as you can imagine. I may have bought the ticket but my daughter Mary choose the numbers for me so it’s as much her win as mine. Now I’ll answerer a few questions.”

“You sir.” Pointing to a man up front with gray hair. “Dave Reynolds channel 5, Mike so tell us do you have any plans for spending that money yet?” he asked.

“Not at first, I plan on taking my daughter and others on a vacation to get away, pay off bills those kind of things while I think about the long term.” Mike pointed to a blond women in the middle of the crowd.

The blond asked. “Mike for all the single Lady's out there what’s your relationship status?” the crowd lightly laughed.

Mike responded. “Technically, I’m single but there is someone I’m interested in.” Mike eye’s briefly looked over in Charly’s direction. Charly could not believe what was happening and felt a little light headed.

“Can you tell us who Mike?” The blond followed up with.

“No, not at this time.” Mike responded. Another women spoke up. “Are you planning on retiring?” she asked.

“Yes, I am planning on retiring with that kind of money it would be ridiculous to stay working as a police officer on the streets.” He answered.

Commissioner Foley stepped forward. “That will be all the question for today thank you for attending. At the door will be a handout with pertinent information that Mr. Mohan is willing to give out in a statement, including his service time and some facts. Thank you again.” The Commissioner and Mike walked off the stage exited through a door in the back.

CHAPTER THREE

May 3, 2017

Day -697

Robert Aucoin watched the new dark blue F250 extended cab pickup driving up the quarter mile gravel access road heading up to Moose hill from Donnelly Road in cloud of dust. He thought to himself how things have changed in a year. A year ago he had a small excavating company, now he owned one of the biggest in the northeast thanks to his eccentric cousin Mike. He wasn’t sure if he believed the tale Mike told him, but then he didn’t not believe him either. Mike was paying the bills so he was going to do whatever he asked of him. Mike coasted to a stop in front of Bob.

“Hey Bob, how’s the progress today?” as he and Mac exited his truck while looking up at the blue sky.

“Mike, Mac, considering we only got the go ahead three months ago, I’d say were doing pretty good. We lowered the top of this hill by sixty feet and extended the level ground outward toward the periphery by a good deal. We have about one hundred acres of level ground starting on the top of this hill, we’ve been leveling going back north towards Marshall Street and curving around toward the airport. The perimeter will encompass a total space of four hundred and two acres, with a perimeter of almost 4 miles. The south side faces Sugden Reservoir down below us to the southwest and Donnelly Road coming up the west side of Moosehill Reservoir between. Put a barrier across the bridge below the Moosehill Dam and atop the dam and you’ve sealed off a good portion of the south.”

Bob continued. “Did you know back in the 50’s and 60’s they use to downhill ski on this side of the hill down to the area of the boat ramp. The skiers would climb in the back of trucks with benches and be trucked around the side and up the hill by the way that you came up. Just a little trivia of the day.”

“I remember hearing about that when we were young, your father and my mother use to ski up here. I remember a rope tow on the hill in its later years, not sure when they stopped, then it was just a large field with no trees so it wasn’t too far from then.” Mike replied, looking pointedly back at Bob.

“Oh well, the west perimeter encompasses most of the Anderson's farm that you purchased and parallels Paxton Road including the old Spencer Airport almost to Marshall Street on the north side. The perimeter then cuts east across the woodlands, south along Laurel St and Moose hill road again. The outer fence will go in soon around the whole perimeter with warnings of high voltage courtesy of the Moosehill Electric Company. A gravel road is in all along the perimeter on what will be the inside of the inner fence when that does go up. A road has also been driven through the woods to the airport that will be wide enough and strong for taxiing planes.”

“Work has already been started on expanding the runway by fourteen hundred feet, seven hundred on the far end of the runway and seven hundred on the closer side, with a four thousand total distance. It should be able to handle C-130’s and most Medium size aircraft. We also stared widening the runway by a hundred feet. And building eight hangers each capable of taking in a C-130 for servicing, plus those extra-large fuel tanks you ordered from that company in Texas will be going in, those must have cost a pretty penny, ten two hundred thousand gallon fiberglass tanks for aviation fuel. What that set you back? Forget it, I don’t want to know, anyway there starting on those this month.” Bob finished catching his breath.

“Excellent news Bob, Don’t forget the ten similar tanks going in for diesel fuel. He said with a smile. When those hangers and runway are done, we can start shipping in the surplus military equipment for our military and aviation museum.” Mike said with a wink. “The last Chance Firearms store has quadrupled in size and where keeping a lot of inventory on hand. I’ve made deals with all the local Police department to provide cheap ammo and weapons for their departments and to the officers individually, were giving great deals.” My people working the Store have made a point of signing up as many local cops, local veterans and State Police Troopers as members of our Military museum association which includes access to our indoor firearm range at the airport. Most of my employees at the store are either retired Police and military or cops working part time, and I pay well, so there’s no lack of guys and gals looking for a job there. I’m hiring as many part time as I can get away with and encouraging them to apply for their dealers licenses.”

“We have two used C-130 due in around a month from now and four used UH-1N Iroquois Twin Huey helicopters from Israel, with plans for sixteen more Huey from various countries that are ready to retire and offer them as military surplus. I also have word on a possible total of eight more C-130, some surplus several civilian owned. Needless to say they don’t come cheap. I’m crossing my fingers, I have a line on some early model black hawks that are about to be mothballed. Getting those would be huge. Additionally I’ve hired several pilots, three of which are instructors. Anyone who wants to learn to fly choppers or the big boys, sign up classes start as soon as the Birds arrive and are flight ready. Damn I think I just opened another business. Mohan Flight School.” Mike laughed along with Mac and Bob.

“Bob, I’ll have the final site plans after meeting with Opus shelters next week.” Mike told him. “Sounds good my surveyors should be done with their work on the roads and airport work by then, things are coming together pretty much on course.” Bob pauses for a few seconds. “Mike, I know I’m being paid and everything, but I can’t help but think this is a huge waste and everything. How many people know the full story, further do they believe you and Mary.” Bob looked out toward the Horizon over the two lakes below.

“Sometimes I don’t know Bob, Mary’s been one hundred percent accurate in the past, so I have to believe, somehow I came into this money which gives us the chance to do something about whatever coming, how can I not do it? I know I’m looked at like a crackpot and if nothing happens I’m the fool and wasted a billion dollars! Cheer up Bob it’s not your money. In fact you’re making a killing.” He said with a smile, “Plus it’s kind of fun.”

The only thing I regret is it putting a damper on my relationship with Charly, things were progressing gracefully quickly. After I told her about Mary’s ability's and told her everything, she’s held me at arm’s length, we still talk, but if word gets out what we’re doing her reputation as a news women could be damaged. So were kind of on hold.”

Mike and Mac jumped back in their truck and took off back down the hill. Bob watched them go for thirty seconds then turned back to work, spotting something that needed his attention yelling at anyone and everyone in the area.

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Opus Shelter team was already in the room when Mike, Mac and a team of lawyers Mike had on retainer walked into the room at The DCU Center in downtown Worcester formerly known as the Centrum, That’s how Mike remembers it. Several of Mike’s Police Buddy's now worked for Mohan Security including his friends Jack Majors and Dave Maddox. Other police worked part time with their department’s permission. Mohan security now had a total security force of around forty personnel, some full time and some part time with plans to expand rapidly

Jack walked, up as Mike arrived. “Morning Mike rooms been swept for bugs and the Opus team was searched, they weren't happy about that but they’ll get over it. All the doors are covered with our personnel, I’ll stay in with you and Mac, and Dave will supervise the exterior.”

“Superb, thanks Jack. Let’s go in.”

Mike walked in behind Mac and Jack who stood until the Opus team stood up and everyone shook hands all around. The head of Opus Corporation, Oddie Gussdorf shook Mike’s hand. “It’s so good to finally meet you Mr. Mohan.” He said. “Call me Mike, my father was Mr. Mohan.” He replied.

“Then please I’m Oddie. So now that introductions are over I’d like to get right too it and start our presentation.” Oddie stated. Mike nodded as his team sat down on one end of the presentation.

Oddie started a power point presentation showing their production facilities, quality products and such and such. After a half hour, Mike asked Oddie if they could skip the rest of the power point or was there something vital not covered yet. “No Mike, everything was pretty much covered the rest is more of the same. So what do you think?”