Glen, Part 2: "Thwock!" A sharp axe-blade made all the difference. He and his older brother, Brian, would have it all split

before july moves in.  The two men took a break.  "Yeah, about done with it," Glen added to what they'd been previously talking about.

"Done with what?"  Brian wondered, not sure if this was about a certain customer, who was late, again, or something else.  Glen did mention, that he'd been seeing ..."

"The internet."  Glen added, "That is, anything outside of work."

"Can't fault ya there!" His older brother commented, then added, rather hastily, "it's like sites, even mommy-blogs, are getting pulled...for no reason."

Above them, a fast-mover flew past, then took a rather unexpected turn, through the woods toward town.  

"It's like they're doing the wow-thing up there."

"I hear ya, Glen."  Brian called for his older son, who was still stacking, to come over and get some water.  The boy, of course, wanted a soda, but Brian, said he could have a soda later.  With bottle in hand, the boy spotted their dog, who was in pursuit of a small critter near the wood's edge; the boy took off to investigate.  

A silent understanding.  Both men knew they'd been seeing more of them.  This wasn't the mere stuff of conspiracy websites.  And they both had, on one or more previous occasions, had expressed concern for their mother.  Any other time, as soon as the weather turned warm, the old woman would - in the morning - part the curtains in most the rooms.  That didn't appear to be happening, this year.

"Dunno," Glen looked around the old stereo console - which held various tools and just ...stuff - and found a fly swatter.  The annoying fly, somehow knew, and took off...for atleast a minute or so - to wait until Glen parked it elsewhere. 

Glen turned and faced his brother.  Point blank he spoke.  "There is an enemy, but it's not the russians.

Wow!   No slurs, that was a first. Brian kept his mouth from dropping.