The college boy also agreed. ”Yeah, all we should have left when this first started. I would have been home by now. This isn’t my fight. These guys are all nuts. The government isn’t out to get them.” Again the two longhaired, mid-aged, hippies nodded in agreement.
The column slowly came around a rocky point. The college kid’s young eyes were first to pick out the low flying helicopters approaching out of the sun. ”Hey, look here comes the Calvary now.” The businessman instructed the kid to stop. They got out and waved to the helicopters which now had slowed to a hover several hundred yards away. The businessman straightened his green polo shirt and tan pants; it always paid to look good when dealing with unknown competition. Then he held up his hands and pointed to the white flags in the cars. Others were getting out of their stopped vehicles and were starting to wave.
Seminko leaned over the pilot and looked through the windshield. He could see the ten or so cars parked in the middle of the road. There were figures waving and pointing to the limp white rags. Fools. Stupid, weak fools. Seminko knew what he had to do. He punched the button on his throat mike and gave the instructions to both helicopters.
The college boy watched as the two helicopters banked away from each other and began to fly towards them. At three hundred yards he saw the nose of the ships dip down. The boy realized they weren’t going to land. At one hundred and fifty yards the first burst from the thirty caliber mini-gun mounted under the wings of the first chopper raked the car and hit the businessman squarely in the head blowing brain matter all over the front of the car. The one old hippie yelped and went down, blood soaking through his genuine earth friendly tan hemp shirt. The other one, stoned by now, stood looking at his fallen friend and said, “Hey man, that isn’t very cool at all.”