07-05-2009

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     Lenny walked across the street, quickly turning his head looking for any threats, any possible attackers that may jump out of the bushes. The black out made everyone on edge more than normal, but this was something a little to close to home for Lenny. There were people roaming the streets, however it was calm, very pedestrian.
     Two months ago, he had noticed a buildup at the armory. Considering that so many area Guardsmen were in the Middle East, Lenny kept a distant eye on the stock. There was also the subtle buildup of area police, if they were actually officer, patrolling the streets. An extra Iowa City or University of Iowa Police or both, who would typically notice? No one, and that is what made Lenny edgy.
     There was no need for either buildup. It was late June in Iowa City; students were gone, the river was considerably under flood stage and the locals were rather laid back.
     Lenny reached the east side of Dubuque Street on the south side of Burlington. There was still a good distance between him and the armory.
Walking behind the post office, Lenny heard a car coming up the street and jumped behind a parked car.
     The driver had his foot in the carburetor. "He's in a hurry," Lenny said as the car approached, quickly. As the car passed he squeezed between the parked cars to catch a view of the vehicle. It was a police car. The police were driving without headlights? Something was definitely doing down.
     Lenny maintained his position, listening to the area. Laughter echoed to he north. Various smaller vehicles moved to the northwest. To the south he heard a helicopter; make that multiple helicopters.
     To the depot, Lenny said to himself. He never thought he would have to actually enter the emergency bunker and engage it's services.


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