Post by willc453 on Jan 24, 2019 19:06:43 GMT -6
2nd American revolution
Part 1, Chapter 1
Some times it's the little things that set other things off that ends up something massive happening. Like a pebble coming loose from under a boulder, with it bouncing down a mountainside. With that ONE pebble now missing, other pebbles begin to move and soon, they too are rolling and bouncing down that mountainside following that first pebble which has disturbed other pebbles. And from that one little pebble in the beginning, so begins a massive avalanche wiping out everything in its path. And that's how the 2nd American Revolution started and is now known as The Second AR. But instead of a single shot, it began with 17. It was 3 years to the day that Hugh Krampke was ready for his day of reckoning with the terrorists in blue for killing their son and due to their actions, having his wife Mildred lose her mind, then committing suicide. There was not enough money in the world that the city could pay for their deaths, along with those involved still working as police even after being successfully sued, but not charged for the murder of their son. Hugh had what some would say a lot of “trigger time” having been deployed to Afghanistan and Iraq for 4 tours total before being honorably discharged with 35% disability pay from a misfiring IED. He saw both countries, along with others as “3rd world shit holes” that would never accept democracy, preferring Sharia law above all else. It took awhile, but the city did settle with Hugh selling or giving away all his possessions except for his lap top, camping gear, hand tools and family photos which were on several thumb drives. It was during this time he bought a class A motorhome and started modifying it along with buying and modifying an old, beat up VW camper bus from Craigslist which took him a year to do. Much of it was learning from how to Youtube videos. With nothing but hand tools and lots of time on his hands, it got done.
When both vehicles were ready, he sold his house which he kept as cash, but still leaving some money in his checking account. His settlement money was also kept as cash. Moved several states away in part as a shake down cruise for both vehicles, on and off road. The other was his new state (Nevada) was gun friendly unlike his former one. No problem renting a house for a few months while he made further preparations, along with getting a new drivers license which now gave him the opportunity to buy as many weapons as he wanted, along with ammunition because he easily passed the background checks each time. He paid cash for everything, every time. While there would be a record of him buying some of these weapons, the majority were bought thru Armslist which didn't require a background check. Besides, with his DD214 in hand and showing that he was receiving a disability check from the government for his time in the Army, it was good enough for every seller. And unlike California, he did not need a license to buy ammunition. He then went to Mina, where he followed a dirt road with it ending in a valley with nothing but an abandoned mine and several thousand acres of scrub and brush. After measuring out distances with his rangefinder, he'd mark the distances with several rocks. Water was his most precious commodity during this time because he shot without any shade for him other than his old Cabela's hat that he had stuck some Army pins in as remembrances. He altered refueling in Tonopah, Hawthorne and Fallon after first having a double cheeseburger meal in Mina each time. It was in Fallon he bought groceries in Walmart and Dollar Tree because of their lower prices and of course, all the ammo he needed to restock from his every day of target shooting. And always paid cash. It was during this time he did his best to exercise with a 25 pound pack on his back and that included going up hills which he hoped would simulate going up or down stairs in a building. He dropped 38 pounds, extra weight he knew he had, but like others would think, didn't realize it was THAT much.
Then the day came when he knew it was time to leave. He looked around what had been his “home” for many months, checked his range one last time with a large toy magnet to make sure he hadn't left any brass behind. It was between Mina and Lunning he saw the dog laying by the road, not moving. At first he thought it was dead from a hit and run, but when it lifted its head, he decided to pull over to check it out. The dog could barely lift its head as he approached and realized the dog had been abandoned somewhere and maybe trying to get home. Collar yes, but no tags of course. Using the metal bowl he had eaten cereal from earlier in the day, he poured water into it for the dog who greedily lapped it up. As in drinking a full gallon of water. He knew there was a dog pound in Hawthorne, remembering seeing the sign as he had passed thru town more than once. But maybe 20 minutes down the road, the dog started pawing at the door, so he pulled over with the dog quickly running out to take care of business. It came back inside and once again, the two started down the road for Hawthorne. But when he got into town, he realized the dog was something more than just a dog, but a physical symbol of what he had gone thru. That is, suddenly losing everything he had in life with the deaths of his wife and their son. In this case, no doubt the dog had had a home, but for unknown reasons, simply abandoned out in the middle of nowhere and waiting to die while watching car after car simply pass her by. And he KNEW what her name was now: Karma. He told her that her name was Karma and that Karma was a bitch....and really laughed for the first time since all of this started. At a veterinarians, he got a physical and all shots needed, including a dog tag for her. From Petsmart, he bought a large bag of dry & wet dog food, then had a dog tag made saying Karma's a bitch and couldn't helping laughing a little bit as it got finished. Now, for the ride back to his original state.
He pulled into a rest stop about 30 miles out of town, then unhitched the VW bus, standing there for several minutes thinking this over. Did he REALLY want to kill the cops and others who were either directly associated with their sons murder, those who tried covering it up and as an off shoot, his wife committing suicide? He did, because unless he acted he couldn't consider himself a man, husband, father and patriot which was a word he never spoke of. Patriotism comes from the heart, doing something about it and not just talking about it. He left Karma in the motor home as he hoped she'd bark if someone came snooping around. Forty-five minutes he was in town and scouting out the police station and it's lot with vehicles in the back of it. Reconnaissance and knowledge of his targets were the first things he needed as he needed to know when his targets would be going to and coming from work along with finding out where they lived. Never parking in the same place each day, but always with an eye on the building and its back lot while listening to his police scanner and listening to what the cops were doing, where they were going, then returning to Karma several times a day to make sure she and his motor home were safe. He'd move the motor home to a different parking spot before the day ended and after fixing supper for them both, take Karma for a walk around the rest area. After 2 weeks of reconnaissance and many notes, he was ready.
Hugh parked on the second story of the cities parking garage which was 200 yards from the police station and out of sight of its building mounted cameras. Hugh popped open the roof of his VW bus camper and pulled back part of the velcro backed bug screen and carefully set his Savage A22 semi automatic .22 magnum rifle with its bi-pod on its roof and began his wait for the first of many targets he hoped to even the score with. Twenty minutes later, he got more than expected. He had expected to see John Askin and William Allen walking out of the station on their way to their cars munching on their doughnuts and drinking their coffee like he had seen them doing time after time with only 5 minutes or so difference of them coming out of the police station. But then there was William Agustus Bowles right behind them and when he saw there were no other cops in the parking lot, he believed it was karma making it so. It was easier and quicker than he thought and stood there for several seconds in shock. It wasn't shock from killing these three as he'd killed before in combat, but realizing how easy cops could be killed. He saw that his 3 empty rounds were inside the VW having practiced this before in Nevada. He quickly put his rifle on the floor of the VW camper, closed the bug screen and after pulling down the camper top, locked it into place. Two minutes later, he was leaving the parking garage, away from the police station and back to the rest stop where Karma and his motor home waited for him...with AC/DC playing Shoot to kill and hearing that one line of “got my gun ready and firing at will”, though the lyrics were meant as something else obviously. So much for those 3 killing their son with 17 bullets, saying we thought his cell phone was a gun and we feared for our lives. If it hadn't been for someone video recording all of this from their home and posting it on Youtube, it would have been swept under the rug.
After hitching the VW to his motorhome, when he opened its door, Karma was happy to see him and wanted to go for another walk, but he told her no and that it would have to wait. He then left the rest area, headed back for Nevada where he would stay at several hotel/casino parking lots and the 2 rest areas in Winnemucca for 2 months while keeping track of the news via his lap top and the free wifi provided basically everywhere. Once again with Nevada so wide open, it was no problem finding another place to continue his target shooting. He mainly kept checking on his former newspaper on news about the killings of the 3 cops. Of course, ALL were outstanding law enforcement officers, years of dedicated service, blah, blah, blah. Nothing about them killing their son or the law suits and complaints that had been brought against them thru the years. And of course, the major news people (CNN, NBC, etc.) carried the story for awhile, saying it was a copy cat killing like that black ex G.I. did in Dallas, Texas a few years ago. They TRIED making it a racist thing, but 2 of the cops were black, the other white, so that didn't last long. It wasn't until 4 days later the police figured where the shots came from and of course, found the three 1” blind lady of justice bracelet charms he had left on the parking lots wall. No fingerprints of course, having used nitrate gloves and rubbing alcohol to remove any trace of that. But his lady of justice didn't have blindfolds. Justice ignored would no longer be denied.
During this time, he learned whoever had Karma before, had taught her a few tricks such as begging, roll over, etc. and found she was an excellent guard dog as the one time he was returning to his motorhome, he heard her barking quite loudly. He started running to the motorhome, just in time to see someone making the mistake of opening the motorhomes door. Karma FLEW out of it and right at the wanna be thief. Karma really tore into him with him kicking the wanna be thief a few time, then he called her off and fussed over her, telling her what a great dog she was. The hotel/casino cameras in the parking lot saw everything, with security coming out to apprehend the thief until the 2 county sheriff deputies arrived. Hugh declined to prosecute IF he could have Karma provide a more suitable form of justice which they agreed to. The thief took off running and after being about 50 feet away, Karma was sicced on him for 3 minutes, then called back. Nevada law enforcement have a different sense of justice than what his former home town cops had....especially when it came to them hearing Karma's name. But now that he was known, the next day he bid adieu to Winnemucca, this time heading for Fallon. It was in Lovelock while refueling at a truck stop, he had a truck driver asking if he'd be interested in buying a cb. It was in excellent shape, worth $200 which he verified by seeing the same unit being sold in the truck stop store, so after some dickering, he bought it for $75. Cost him another $50 to have it and a antennae installed by one someone who did this for a living at the truck stop. This is when he decided to buy another cb of the same model and of course, antennae to be installed in his VW.
Two months after the first shooting, he was back doing reconnaissance again, this time on the cities district attorney who refused to prosecute those 3 cops who killed their son. Then there was the mayor who did his best to drag the lawsuits out in hopes of discouraging him and the chief of police who kept insisting that the video of the shooting wasn't being shown in full and it was a conspiracy by people(s) unknown to besmirch the good names of these law enforcement individuals and those nation wide. The chief was the first to go because when you cut the head off a snake, the body twists and curls, unable to do anything. With the camper top once again open, the chief was shot in the side of his head having finished breakfast and exiting one of the local diners as the skull bone is thinner on the sides of the skull. He was shot from 200 feet with Hugh using his Henry H001 lever action and with .22 short ammo used, there was no noise of the shot being fired. Hugh quickly left the scene simply by pulling out onto the street and down the road. Twenty minutes later, it was the district attorneys turn as he left his mistresses house. Hugh had the decency to wait until she was inside and the D.A. was unlocking his car which was parked “discreetly” several hundred feet from that house. That evening it was the mayors turn, who was killed as he walked to his home. None of his wifes Sloppy Joe's and fries for supper that night. Once he was back at the rest area and hooked up again, Hugh took off to be out of state asap, while making sure he was doing the speed limit or just under it. Cruise control made things so much easier.
Once again, 3 unblinded lady justice figures were left behind and this time, EVERY newspaper, tv news station, etc. were talking about it once they were found. Then things started coming out of the woodwork such as the D.A.'s infidelity to his wife and their 4 children. The kickbacks the mayor had been receiving from those with city contracts and the chief of police covering up more than one abuse by one of his “outstanding law enforcement officers”. The first pebble was rolling down the mountainside and with it, knocking other pebbles free.
Thank you for your condolences on my Dads death. Since then, I've had NO interest in writing more The Shadow chapters, though no doubt I will some time in the unknown future. Chapter 30 on it is 3 1/2 long. Started writing this yesterday(?) and hope to make it a serial kind of story if you will. Note this one is part 1, chapter 1 and I may end up mixing chapters, so this character may not be heard from say, 4 different parts down the road. So part 2 may be a story about a woman, part 3 a retired cop and 4 a teenager, with me returning to Hugh as an example being part 1, chapter 2. Oh, and couldn't find an unblinded lady justice figure, so this one will have to do.