Vikings of Asgard Chapter 3 Basilisk

The gang raid a Soviet Armory, kill and rape, and their distrust of their host grows

Without a moon up, seeing the wagon was difficult when they exited the barracks. Steven, the only one to bring a flashlight, turned it on to illuminate it, then everyone climbed aboard without mishap. He held his light at the front so DC could open the box and hand out the ear protection.

King Peter stood next to the tractor, watching until everyone put them on before he climbed into the seat and turned the key. The engine howl filled the night as the headlights showed the stark, empty castle avenue. In minutes, they were leaving through the west gate.

Not all the mud had dried on the dirt road leading up to the castle. The tires still threw some on occasion, speckling everyone. Tim, as usual, got it worse than the rest. His desire to see where they were going put him too close to where the tires sprayed mud. He received four times the mud that splattered the others.

King Peter drove past the Red Dragon.

“What is going on?” Willie shouted, loud enough to be heard through the noise and ear protection.

“We will be using a different ITC. We will be there in a few minutes,” King Peter said with his uncanny way of being heard.