Chapter 14Inside the Turbine Building, down a long catwalk away from the droning turbines, the crackling sound of voices emitted from a solitary Motorola HT1000 handheld radio. It stood on its end on a barren space of concrete flooring beside a beautiful young woman with flowing amber hair. She sat with her legs straight out before her, her back resting against the wall, a can of Coke in her hand, and her Mini-14 rifle leaning against the wall beside her.
Listening intently, Grace Baker grinned as the radio started to speak. “Control One, come in. This is Taylor in Mobile One, awaiting dispatch.”
She quickly sipped from her Coke, set it down, picked up the radio, and sharpened the tuning.
A second voice quickly replied: “Ten-Four, you're dispatched.”
“En route to the Bone Yard,” Camero
