The Giza Death Star Revisited: A New Steemit Novel Chapter 24
The Giza Death Star Revisited: A Novel Based on the Work of Joseph P. Farrell
Now Thorny and One Flare had a choice. The typical Apache tactic would be to keep moving nonstop, without rest or sleep, for three continuous days. Back in the day, this tactic worked marvelously since their enemies would usually break for meals and a night’s sleep. By the end of the flight there would be two days distance between the Apaches and their pursuers. But back in the day there were no such thing as helicopters.
The other choice was to dive into their scout pit until next morning. The scout pit was an underground shelter with at least 3 feet of dirt on top. The door was a basket filled with soil that plugged the entrance snugly enough to be unnoticeable. The whole thing was landscaped so as to appear natural. In said pit, they’d be invisible to FLIR through any night searches. They could gamble that the search would be called off the next morning and that they could resume their getaway.
They dove into the scout pit to palaver. Thorny lit a candle and One Flare plopped the lid in place. They whispered.
“Dude, what do you wanna do?”
“I don’t know, man. If they call in a chopper with FLIR we’re busted.”
“They don’t even have a chopper. We haven’t seen one in two months.”
“I know they don’t have a chopper. Notice I said call in.”
“OK. Can they do that?”
“I dunno. That’s what these people do. They call in things. You know what Tom said: don’t move at night. You’ll have better invisibility in daytime with all the night vision shit they have nowadays.”
“So you wanna hang here till tomorrow?”
“I say we let those doofuses drive their jeeps and fly their helicopters all night looking for us and break out tomorrow.”
“Welp, joke’s on them I reckon. I doubt these lunkheads can track from a moving vehicle anyway, especially at night.”
“These asshats couldn’t track a dinosaur in peanut butter.”
“C’mon. No one’s that bad. Let’s hunker down.”
Just then Thorny heard a sucking sound and smelled something sweet yet smoky, something intoxicating and seductive.
“Dude, jyou just light a doob?”
“Well give me a hit.”
One Flare passed the doob to Thorny.
“You hear that?”
“A-yeah. Sounds like they drove right over us.”
“Yeah it does.”
They started giggling, then composed themselves and lay still, passing the joint back and forth.
“Whoa! You hear that? Another one.”
“Hey, let’s check out that video.”
They switched on the camera and fumbled with the buttons until the video started playing on the display. In the dim blue glow of the screen their jaws dropped in amazement at what they beheld.
They shared the joint until there was nothing left. Holding in his final hit as he spoke, Thorny remarked, “Low tech beats high tech every time.”
They blew out the candle and went to sleep.