TWENTY-ONE
After his third circuit of the compound in as many hours, Andy returned to the communications room.
‘Any word from Captain Kyle?’
‘No, sir. There has been no word from Brimfield or Sergeant Saunders either. But there’s a fresh storm brewing, so that could be causing interference.’
Andy nodded. ‘Keep trying to raise them,’ he said as he clasped the warden on the shoulder. He hoped the storm would blow over fast and their communications would be back up and running soon. In the meantime, he would keep busy as best as he could.
With quick strides, he made his way to the main gate, climbed the guard post, and scanned the barren ground spread out in front of the compound, looking for anything out of place.
Nothing.
The same as every other time he’d looked.
He should be out th
