Sinkhole
Both his office phone and cell phone rang at the same time. It wasn’t the first time, and probably wouldn’t be the last. Since he was at work, he answered the one on his desk and let the other roll into voicemail.
“Carriage House Designs. This is Brix Rhodes.”
“Sergeant, this is Sergeant Major Downs.”
Brix immediately went into alert status as his eyes locked on the wall calendar nearby. His last deployment had been two years ago. He had at least three more years to go before he was required to return to active duty. Which meant this had to be a special mobilization.
“Yes, sir. What can I do for you, sir?” He kept his voice brusque and to the point.
“We have an unusual circumstance up on the Kentucky-Tennessee border. On Interstate 75. The Kentucky National Guard has already
