The Quiet Season

I tried to find out what the fuck was going on, but everyone shushed me, even in the streets. So I had no choice but to call my buddy, a Vietnam vet with a truck full of death and a head full of theories. He showed up the next day wearing an AC/DC shirt and a maniacal grin.

"You ready to kick this town in the ass?" he asked.

"I don't know any better r way to figure out what's going on" I said.

Lock and load. That was the thought going through our heads as we pulled an arsenal from the back of his van.

"It's time to find out what crazy shit is goin' on here" he said, racking a shotgun.

I nodded. We headed toward the center of town.