Nightmares Book V

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“Flights of Sky Cruiser” With the invention of sonar, Nazi subs were being sunk and ships were making it to London faster. The parts for Sky Cruiser arrived two weeks early. They would put them on that night and I would leave the next day. I was looking forward to going home and I could not wait to be back in Sky Cruiser. The fighters were fast and fun to fly but there was nothing like flying Sky Cruiser, I surely had missed it. “Death Ridge” With the rising of the sun,came the awful sight. Thousands of men, dead or dying, so many they couldn’t see the blood covered grass underneath them, anywhere on the entire field. “Third Michigan,fall in!” The Sargent yelled. The men didn’t hustle around trying to get to their places that time. They had spent the last four hours remembering what the Captain said, and listening to the screams, and moans and the pleas for help. Now to see the sight that lay in front of them, was more then some of them could handle. Several men dropped their guns and ran off, soldiers on horses chased them down. “Dirty Money” “Open the trunk Annie,” he looked at her with a worried look on his face. She opened the glove box and pushed the button. He got out and walked around to the back of the car. He was there for several moments, then he closed the trunk and walked back around to the drivers’ side door and got in. He looked at Annie. “He opened it.” “No it’s to soon, we will never make it all the way. What are we going to do?” Daniel looked at her and smiled. “We’ll just have to start at the next town, and hit every major city we come to, until we run out of time.” Annie looked at him and smiled. “The Devil’s Seven” I wasn’t paying much attention to him when he walked up. “Is there anyone sitting here,” he asked, I still hadn’t looked at him. “No there’s no one sitting there.” I said as I turned and looked at him for the first time. He was an old man that looked like he was in his eighties, rugged and mean looking, and no one you would want to mess with. I watched him as he sat down; this man had lived a rugged life. He had more scars on his face, than most people had on their knees. But what caught my attention the most; was the wicked smile on his face, and the evil look in his eyes. This man could kill you in a heartbeat and never think twice about it; I was sure of that. I had always been able to sense danger and evil, and this man was totally evil. He sniffed the air, then turned and looked at me. “Do I know you,” he asked, then he sniffed the air again.

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