Woody’s FarmT
hey were seated at the kitchen table, staring at a drawing Shake made to diagram what he’d seen on the recon. It wasn’t much more than a series of double lines and boxes. What had him worried was what the building might contain beyond the corridor and the few spaces that opened off of it that he’d managed to check.
“Any chance a place like this has got a basement?”
“This is Southeast Missouri, Gunner. Water table this close to the Mississippi is about a foot below ground level.”
“Right…but there’s probably something on the other side of this corridor.” Shake tapped a finger on the center of his drawing. “There’s too much space I couldn’t get to. What if they’ve got a platoon of goons situated somewhere beyond that main corridor?”
“We woulda seen some of them. If they was
