A blue and white coach towards the rear of the convoy was parked alongside the army unit’s camp. Small flashes of light indicated that the shots were being fired from the vehicle, glass glinting dully on the asphalt beside it after the panes had been shattered by the gunfire from within. ‘What the hell?’ said Stormy. ‘What’s happening, Mommy?’ asked Chrissie, gripping the side of my seat and pulling herself forward. The sounds suddenly came to an end. I glanced at Stormy and she shrugged. Turning back, I saw people getting out of the vehicles parked on the verges, others rising from where they’d been sitting by campfires and all staring up the road. Some moved out onto the highway, slowly edging forward as they tried to make out what had happened. ‘I think maybe it’s time we hit the road,’ stated Stormy. ‘Wait,’ I said, looking at the coach and the military vehicles to either side. ‘If there’s about to be a fire fight, I’d prefer if we weren’t anywhere near it.’ ‘I think it’s already over,’ I replied, watching as people began to exit the coach, guns held at the ready.
