The Young Fighters

CHAPTER 18

The next day started off early with Jackson dropping Elliot off by Parker. Keep him safe for me. Parker agreed on doing so more than anything. He also managed to get in a quick word from Mila for just a brief moment with her. During their chat, she spoke of her feelings and advised him to watch over himself and his buddies. Before they left, they both shared another kiss together in the privacy of his truck, hoping it wasn't going to be his last time.

Jackson's memory of the roads were bright in his mind as to the last time he went down to Greenville. Riding shotgun was Connor shorting through his backpack while Owen sat in the back trying to catch some rest with his ear buds plugged in while his old iPod played music.

"You guys gotta check this out." Connor spoke,

"What do ya got?" Jackson asked,

"Guys," Owen rose up, "can't you see I'm trying to sleep?"

"If you turned off your iPod, you could sleep better." Jackson replied. "I don't know how you could fall asleep listening to music."

"Anyway," Connor opened up his backpack, "Here's what I brought along: a water filter kit; it's supposed to clean out the water we drink in case we need to drink from a river if our canteens go empty."

"That looks sweet." Owen forgot about sleeping now that Connor pulled out the device, to him it looked like a red thermostat with a white cap on top.

"I also got some fire starters for us." Connor reached in and began distributing what Jackson took as dog tags at first but turned out to be two flat surfaced pieces of metal that were connected by a chain link. One silver the other dark. Just press the dark striker against the magnesium (shave off some of the metal upon some dry leaves or fire wood) and with several hits from the striker onto the flint attached to the side of the magnesium and you got fire.

Owen inquired Conner that they already have lighters, but Conner sated: You never know when you'll need one of these.

"Some green ponchos, in case it rains." Connor continued as he gave out extra supplies that the Militia needed. "A first aid kit with a little book that goes with it. Fish hooks and fishing wire. A box of tin foil along with a cooking pot-"

"Connor," Jackson interrupted, "we're just going to pick up some guns, not go fishing and camping."

"To you guys it may look like stuff we'd bring to boy scouts, but this may be essential to our survival. I also took some paperclips, waterproof glue, hand sanitizer, rubber bands-"

"Office supplies?" Owen smiled,

"That and some sunscreen along with mosquito repellant." That's what consisted of Connor's survival essential for he and the crew.

"To me it sounds like we're going fishing, hiking, and then heading off to the beach before working at the office." Jackson joked.

"Oh, I almost forgot..." Connor reached into one of the side compartments of his backpack and pulled out a new weapon. "A tomahawk." All eyes glanced at such a tool. Good compliments came from Jackson and Owen as they gazed at what reminded them of something they'd seen whenever playing Call of Duty. When asked where he got it from, he replied by saying it was a gift given to him by his grandfather for his thirteenth birthday. "My granddad is part Algonquin Indian, they were the tribe who first used the tomahawk; and it was made long before Columbus came to America."

"Can you even throw it?" Owen asked,

"I never got a chance to use it." He'd shown the guys back in the past, and they didn't think too much of it, unless it was something like a new rifle. None of them even thought about it until just now.