Katlain confuses her pursers as she doubles back towards the camp. She knew she needed to get away from the men chasing after her. An idea had struck her as she avoided the men after her.

Katlain knew where their vehicles were parked, and she could easily steal one. Also, she could blow some of them up so they couldn’t chase after her. She runs as fast as she can towards the vehicles, avoiding fallen tree limbs and roots.

Once she arrives where the vehicles are parked, she looks for the most redneck of them and runs towards it. When she gets to it, she hot wires it. She was so thankful she had been a car thief before becoming a police officer.

She puts it into gear and starts driving off. She tosses the rest of the grenades she had at the other vehicles as she passes them. An evil smirk appears on her face as she watches the carnage of the vehicles as they explode.

As Katlain gets further and further away from the camp. She slowly starts to relax. Her right shoulder and leg were still hurting her from where the bullets struck her, but she was thankful she bought a bulletproof body suit. She would have loved one of these when she was stealing cars.

She avoided several of the men still on her trail as she drove right by them. She tosses out her last grenade at them as she speeds by them. In the side view mirror, she watches as it goes off.

Sky High Air Service, Elbert County Airport – EBA, Elbert County, Georgia:
Lori and Joe make it back to the airport without any serious problems. The teenager they had come out to apprehend was lying unconscious on the floor of the helicopter. He didn’t like the fact they left Katlain behind. He knew his partner was resourceful, but she was up against a bunch of white supremacy clowns who were going to kill her for what she did.

Lori was happy they made it back to the airport. She got out and checked the damage done to her helicopter. She was glad it still had some of the lightweight armor protecting it. The areas the bullets had hit weren’t near any of the critical components.

Lori looks at Joe as he emerges from the helicopter. “You and your partner are going to pay for the repairs to my copter.”

“Tell it to my partner when she gets here.” Joe couldn’t let Lori see that he was concerned about Katlain.

“If she survives that mess. It was good that you guys called the feds and informed them about what you did. Otherwise, those clowns from that
camp would be out in force looking for you two.” Lori knew some of the higher-ups were connected to important people.

“I’m glad we did. At least they enjoy taking that group down and putting them in jail.” Joe hefts the unconscious body of Shawn Grubbs and carries him towards the hangar.

Joe sets Shawn down in one of the chairs in Lori’s office. He looks at the young man and notices he was given a crew cut. He also notices a tattoo that lets other white supremacists know he is a member.

“All this trouble for your dumb ass. I hope they throw the book at you, punk.” Joe turns and walks out of the office.

Lori was busy taking pictures of the bullet holes and checking the helicopter. She would make sure these people paid her for the damage done to her helicopter. She turns her head when she hears Joe approaching her from behind.

She could tell he was concerned and worried about his partner. She had to admit, she was too. She hadn’t known Katlain long, but she was a cousin to one of her best-paying employers. She would hate to lose their business if something happened to Katlain.

“I get the feeling your partner is very resourceful. Was she ever military?” Lori wanted to learn more about Katlain.

“Nope, she used to be a crook. She was very good at what she did.” Joe sometimes wonders how Katlain managed to become a police officer with her criminal background.

“It’s hard to believe she used to be a crook. She acts like she had specialized military training.”

“Sometimes, I think she might have. However, I know she is just really good at what she does. I heard once that she stopped a bunch of white
supremacist from ambushing and taking over a bunch of eighteen-wheelers.”

“Why would they do that?” Lori looks at Joe.

“I don’t know, but the details of what she did is classified.” Joe wanted to learn more and was told to stop.

“Sounds suspicious.”

“She never said what they were carrying.” Joe hopes his partner is doing okay.

Several Miles Away:
Katlain went off-roading instead of using the roads leading to the camp. She knew and hoped that the fire department and federal agencies were heading toward the camp. Every time she felt the 4x4 she stole hit a tree root or hole. It would cause the hit she took on her thigh to flare up.

Katlain grits her teeth and wishes she had brought some painkillers. She checks the gas gauge to see how much fuel she has. Most 4x4s weren’t built for MPGs. Once she is a good distance from the camp, she slows down and drives towards the airport.

Katlain covers up her mouth as she yawns. Going in at midnight and using the darkness was a good plan. Now that she was no longer running for her life. She could relax some.

After about an hour or so, she pulls into a truck stop to get fuel and a cup of coffee. She got some looks from the staff and truckers when they noticed how she was dressed. The body suit showed off her curves.

Once again, Katlain was on her way. She sent a text message to Joe informing him she was heading his way and was safe. She knew it wasn’t the plan for her to remain behind, but the helicopter was under fire, and there was no choice.

She stole the jacked-up 4x4. She might keep it and add it to her collection of cars. After all, the truck’s owner wouldn’t need it anymore. She drives towards the airfield and figures she’ll arrive by noon time.