Fernando
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Not caring if they are listening or not, Fernando turns on his Yeasu VX-2 some 10 miles to report, "For 10 miles the road is smooth and looks maintained. After 10 miles, it gets a bit rough but still drivable." Two minutes later another report, "Looks like I got a small gang after me, ah shit, looks like they got the road blocked. I'll be back." He turns off the radio and slows down to 40 feet of the roadblock, getting his double stack 1911 ready. The motorcycles from behind catch up and surround the camper. Looking at the mirrors, he sees no way out other than shoting his way out. One of the bike riders walk up to his driver's window and signals him to roll it down. Fernando does, having his firearm ready just in case. "You a medic?" The Biker asks with more concern than intimidation on his face. "That's what the ride says." Fernando says as he points down the door and to the rear. "We got a wreck 10 miles down where the road gets bad. I don't think your ride can make it. Come on out an we will take you." The biker tells him. "See that mountain over there?" Fernando asks. "Yeah?" The biker replies. "My ride climbed it. Now lead the way and I'll follow. And get your boys to get me the following: some blankets, a few rides with a side car, flat wooden boards about this long, lots of extra belts, a couple of crowbars and 2 scissor jacks. Hurry up, we're burning day light." The biker signals to his men and discuss the matter, and then all leave in different directions, probably to get the mentioned suppiles. The remaining bikers make formation in front of the camper. They signal to follow the leader and being to roll. Fernando follows them. Ten minutes later they arrive to an ugly scene of carnage: a couple of wrecked motorcycles and a turned over farmer's truck on the ditch of the road. Gathering his medical equipment, he surveys the scene. 4 wrecked motorcycles, 6 bodies splayed out on the road. Unless there was 6 motorcycles, 2 are missing. Putting on rubber gloves, he checks for vital signs, but two of the 6 are dead - brains cooking on the asphault. The two in the truck were also dead. Turning to the bikers around him, he turns to the biggest one and demonstrates to the group, "You, hold out your arms like you're holding a bowl, and then twist them around in a X. Remember that. You will hold their heads that way and slowly straigten out your arms when you turn them over with me as I turn their bodies. This way we do not break any necks." He then turns to the others, You guys - see that ad sign? Take it down and get me the wood from it as big as the bodies. It's going to carry them to the medical center. When you get it, put it next to them. Now lets do this." Few bikers get their tools and attack the sign for the wood planks as Fernando requested. Fernando and the large biker go about turning over the survivors onto their backs and straightening out their bodies slowly while supporting their necks. He then checks for broken bones, finding the usual broken arms, legs and the occassional shoulder, telling each wounded biker not to move. The other bikers arrive with the requested materials stuffed into motorcycle side cars. Fernando tells them what to in splinting broken limbs. The others arrive with the makeshift body boards. He tells them to put 4 belts under each board with the buckles to the body's direction. He explains that the boards are to be raised at an angle as the head and body are turned to the side and then together laid flat on the board. Then the bodies are covered with the blankets and then secured firmly with the belts. One by one they are put onto the motocycle side cars and taken away. The dead were next to be dealt with and they were taken away. A few bikers remain, along with one who summounded him for help. "What a mess." Fernando says to himself, then he asks, "What happened here?" "We were escorting this farmer to market when somebody blew out a tire. Saw it all in my mirror. The truck flipped over a few times before it landed in the ditch, hitting the 'cycles when it flipped. So I got the boys to go to the Indian Indian village to get help and saw you riding your chuck wagon. And so here we are." "I see. Anybody under the truck as you know?" Fernando asks as he walks to it. He flexes the broken rubber on the front truck tire. "No. Everyone's accounted for." The Biker replies, then he asks, "What are you doing out where alone?" "I'm getting supplies from Doc Brown, and then met up with my team when they get there. Then we go south. Where, I don't know, my partner does." Fernando answers. "Your partner, what does he look like?" The Biker asks. "It's a She. Red hair, green eyes. She will be with 4 sick girls in her ride with Hun-Tah Virus. They are very contagious and without the treatment I'm getting from Doc Brown, they, and anyone who comes in contact with them will die. You get this rash with black spots and then your shit and piss comes out black and then you cough up blood and die after that in less than a week. They will be in the same ride like mine but without that sun sail I have on top." Fernando explains. "They be dead in a week?" The Biker says. "They'll be dead in 3 days. If you get in contact with them, you will be dead in a week." "I see." The biker says. "I'll put the word out to not bother you guys then. Dont want that Hun-Tah Virus spreading around." "That will be great. What about this mess?" Fernando asks. "We'll clean it up." The biker says. "And This Doc Brown? I'm heading in the right direction?" Fernando asks. "Follow this road until you see this farm with horses on the field. The house is Doc Brown's place, his medical shop is inside. It's about another 20 miles." The Biker says before he asks, "You know when your partner and those sick girls will be passing by?" "Don't know. Maybe in a couple of hours when they get the girls ready to go. But I'll be waiting for them at Doc Brown's." Fernando explains. "OK. You and your partner will always have safe passage here." The biker tells him. "Thanks." As Fernando walks to his camper, taking off his gloves. "Hey, I notice that yours is a quiet ride." The Biker comments as Fernando gets into the driver's seat. The gloves go into a trash container in the camper "It's electric. It runs on batteries and the solar sail." Fernando tells him before asking, "20 miles that way?" "Yeah." The biker says. "Be seeing you." Fernando says as he flicks a couple switches on the dashboard and slowly pull away. As he drives away, he sees the biker in his rearview mirrors ordering the others around to clean up the area. Then it looks like he pulls out some kind of radio and talks into it. Fernando then takes out his radio and turns it on. "Jeanette, if you can hear me... The road is drivable though rough in some areas. The biker road gang have the road secure for safe passage as long as we are on it. See you at Doc Browns and I'll explain later." Fernando keys up the radio to transmit on. Maybe Jeanette heard him, maybe not. Who knows.
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