He had never been the nervous type, but having to keep up with all of the random scrambling noise that came across the radio made him a little twitchy. Curtis was the only one of Joe’s crew that cared to drink coffee. He always had, even before he took over in commo. The MREs had plenty of coffee in them, but Curtis still insisted that they get some whenever they went out. The java fueled him. Wagner had taken up a seat beside him and was staring at the different radios that Curtis was minding. There was a SINCGARS military radio, a CB radio, a HAM radio, VHF and UHF, and a barely running military computer that still received a signal on occasion. The military computer was running off a Milstar satellite that was good only for weather. It also gave limited heat signatures. It was used to keep track of the undead hot zones. Those zones were to be avoided at all costs. Next to Wagner sat the prisoner from Lieutenant Wyatt’s militia. His name, come to find out, was Mike.
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