DISCLAIMER: Don't own them, just like to play with them!! The characters from the television program The Magnificent Seven are the property of Trilogy and The Mirisch Co. I am making no money from their use. This Story is created for entertainment purposes only, no infringement intended. Thanks also to MOG for creating the ATF sandbox for me to play in. Not to be copied without permission from the author.
RATINGS: PG - violence, mild language
WARNING: This Story contains an alternative Universe theme, if this type of story is not to your liking or will somehow offend you please delete this mail immediately and do not read any further. Furthermore this story contain semi graphic images of a violent nature, if you feel this may disturb you please find a different story that you will enjoy.
PART 1
Vin gripped the steering wheel of his Jeep tighter and slowed acceleration. The snow had started to fall just as he hit the outskirts of Denver, and had grown steadier and heavier in the half an hour since then. He had even considered turning back, but he knew that his cabin was the best place for him to go to at this moment. Unknown, and if this snow kept up, inaccessible to all but the most foolhardy.
He had left the interstate fifteen minutes before and the highway just ten minutes ago to begin his upward climb to one of his two hideaways. They all had them. All of Team 7. They were used as a safe house just as often as a getaway and were usually titled under fictional names. All of the Team 7 members had been up to Vin’s cabin at some time or other for recreational as well as business purposes.
While this trip was purely because of business, Vin still looked forward to some time totally alienated from the world, depending on himself for everything. He had a few supplies in the backseat of the Jeep to get him started, but he knew before his stay here was up he would have dined on fresh fish and other game that he had caught or hunted himself. Living off the land. Vin loved it.
The Jeep’s radio was tuned to a local weather station instead of the normal jazz or Native American music CD’s he played. This storm held the potential to be a bad one. Vin knew he could make it to his cabin safely, but there would be little chance of getting out again for days. He had a man contracted to clear the road, but he could only do so after the state had cleared it’s part of the road, and this area was on the bottom of the priority list.
No matter. He wasn’t planning on going anywhere anytime soon.
He was concentrating on the road and paid little attention to the vehicle that was coming slowly up behind him. He registered, without even thinking about it, the make and model of the SUV and even a partial plate, acknowledging that the plates were fairly local. Someone else was willing to be snowed in up here for a long weekend. There were several other homes on this level of the mountain, some occupied weekly, others only during the summer months. His place was still much further up the road, far more secluded than these.
Still it caught him by surprise when the SUV suddenly made a move to pass him, pulling up next to him, as they approached an area of road that dropped off suddenly to his right.
“Are you insane!” Vin muttered to himself as he gripped the wheel even tighter. He hazarded just a glance over at the other vehicle. Recognition turned his blood to ice. “Damn!”
The curse had barely left his lips when the SUV slammed in to the side of Vin’s Jeep. Vin fought to keep control of the car. His vehicle was heavier and he felt he stood a chance of avoiding being run over the side. He pushed the Jeep to his left, giving a little payback to the SUV as the Jeep connected, metal against metal. The two vehicles fought each other, one shoving the other, for several more feet. Then the SUV got lucky, slamming against the Jeep as Vin encountered an icy spot in the road. Vin felt the Jeep go into a slide, then tip as it went rolling over the edge of the road.
The SUV stopped and the driver got out to watch as the Jeep rolled down the mountainside, finally stopping right side up against a large tree.
Vin slumped in the car seat, firmly strapped in but leaning sideways against the shoulder harness. The passenger door was firmly wedged against a tree, the driver’s door still attached but broken at one hinge and hanging slightly. The front of the Jeep was smashed. Steam rose from the engine as it lost its life giving fluids. Inside the Jeep, Vin Tanner did the same.
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