“Yeah.” Charlie said wistfully. “I liked all those martial arts movies. The stuff from the seventies was the best, but they had the weirdest titles. ‘Monkey’ this and ‘Flying’ that”. He sidestepped around a melting pile of snow. “Sure wouldn’t mind seeing one of those again.”

“Training flick?” I asked, hopping the ditch.

“You know it.” Charlie said, jumping the ditch and walking to his truck. About halfway there, he stopped and cocked his head.

I looked at him. “What’s up?”

Charlie seemed confused. “I heard something that doesn’t belong in the woods.” He started walking towards the hill, keeping his rifle ready. I waved to the vehicles and got waves back. They knew something was up and would be ready to move out at a moment’s notice. I raised my rifle overhead and saw motion in every vehicle as people armed themselves and checked weapons. Probably a false alarm, but it wouldn’t hurt to be prepared.

Charlie and I approached the top of the hill, while tree branches clicked gently together above us as a small breeze swept up. We moved towards the woods, making sure we were alone. The idea was to check the area while still being hidden. We stepped carefully, avoiding small branches and such that might give us away.

At the top of the hill, we crouched down and it was then I heard something. It sounded like a walkie-talkie and I was curious as to who could be out here. I couldn’t make out what the person on the radio said, but I heard someone say, “Not yet. No shots yet, either.” A pause, then, “We’ll wait a bit longer. Maybe they had some trouble.”

Charlie and I looked at each other. Someone was waiting for us. We moved silently forward until we could see the cleared area. An intersection was a little ways up and someone had moved a car to block the intersection. We could see four people standing near the car and a fifth standing a little ways off with a radio. All of them were armed with what looked like AR-15’s.