The cabin rested in he centre of a heavy forest in a remote part of southwest Seattle . A muddy, tire-gouged strip of dirt was the only way in or out. Randy Jackson came in front of the door, he was holding a gun in his hand, His boots were dirty and haggard. The truck was parked under a leafy shield of short pine trees but Randy had taken the added precaution of covering the vehicle with camouflage netting.
His biggest worry was how would they build the fire. Luckily he had stocked this place with lot of food and medical equipment, so they won’t have to bother for many days. But it was quite cold in the night they needed to have something to warm them up so he was planning to go the town and make some arrangement.
Jeremiah sat on the floor, his broad back resting against the
