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THE TRUCKER (CONT.)

Mike heard his CB crackling. He did not care for the CB much, but, maybe some trucker from ahead in the miles of traffic had some information, so, he picked it up and stated his CB name, Blue Marble... The trucker at the other end happened to know Mike quite well, and there was some fun bantering for a few moments. The guy at the other end was called Joker's Face. He told Mike that apparently there had been some sort of attempt to blow up the bridge which took traffic away from the mountainous area. They were in Utah, and, while it is mountainous pretty much through the state, when you get closer to the Nevada border, there is a bridge which aids drivers in avoiding steep grades. It is a much travelled route to Nevada, Arizona, and, ultimately California...

Mike asked Joker what he meant by there was an attempt to blow up the bridge. Joker said that apparently some home-grown terrorist cell, in the name of the Jihad had decided to test their balls and ability on one of the busiest routes to the West.

They had succeeded in placing very technical explosives on either side of the bridge, but, had been captured in the process, both from being wire-tapped to being followed. It seems that their network was a bit more extensive than even the CIA, FBI, or Homeland Security teams could handle, thus, the bridge was rigged with extremely sensitive and deadly warfare...

Mike was reluctant to divulge this information to anyone, as it would create panic and chaos. It would be soon that the officials would somehow manage to turn traffic around to head back to the closest exit, still far enough away from the potential danger. It was going to be tricky, especially for the truckers, who would probably have to remain behind until all the cars were gone, so that they would have room to swing their rigs around on the 4 lane Express Way...

People were waiting outside his cab for information and he had to give them something. He was trying to think of something when he heard a helicopter overhead. There were 4 helicopters, all National Guard. Someone was trying to inform the motorists that they were going to be re-routed, though it was hard to make out with the loudness of the 'copter engines.

Mike decided that he should say nothing to those outside his rig, especially since the action to move people from this stretch of E-Way had begun...

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