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Post by ss1442 on Sept 8, 2014 9:13:18 GMT -6
Thanks, I find I love the unlikely hero Andy.
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Post by willc453 on Sept 8, 2014 18:22:38 GMT -6
The Layover Chapter 57 Summers Ranch McMinnville, Oregon August 9th Friday
God, what a day....Steve/Ritchie are the two thugs who tried shaking down and hurting/scaring April. I wouldn't call them beasts, but originally figured/believed that had they continued, they would of probably gone down that road. Bethany has some medical training, so she got to looking at Steves crotch and leg wounds. He wasn't too enthused about knowing what happened "down there", but he also liked a woman taking a look at it....like she'd be sexually aroused at the sight of his "manhood?" All enthusiasm disappeared real quick when I knelt right by his head and layed my bayonet across his throat. I told him if he tried doing any grabbing/twisting/etc., I'd cut his throat. In the mean time, had a couple of the girls take Ritchie outside to guard him. Well, Steve did shoot himself in the crotch, but he got lucky....the bullet left a groove on his d*cks head and left leg. He screamed, then passed out when Bethany poured some rubbing alcohol on both wounds. Told her to just slap two gauze pads on the wounds for now. I have no idea why, but there were a couple of boxes of new, unopened golf balls as part of Aprils cut. Apparently, one of the working girls took these in trade? But a nasty idea came to me. Took one of the golf balls, then smeared it with blood from Steves leg wound. The girls just looked at me like I was crazy and that's when I left to see Ritchie.
Had the girls strip both of them while they were in the room, surrounded by a couple of militia girls and when I came up to him, I just stared at him. After a few seconds, he said what? Said Steve wasn't going to talk, but I let the girls have him for less than 30 seconds....then didn't say anything. He broke, asking what did I want to know? Said I got a lot of answers from Steve, so if you lie/ distort anything, you get the same thing he got. Then open my palm to show the bloody golf ball and said he's got 1 left. Question is, do you get to keep both of yours? He couldn't start talking fast enough. To make sure I didn't miss anything, had the girls also ask him questions. Then went to Steve who HAD a f*ck you attitude until I told him about these women in the militia. That they had been raped/abused by men just like him and Ritchie. That the worse thing a man could have happen to him was to be given to the women of his enemies. And in this room, we're all your enemy. Then had the women there hold him down and winking at Bethany, I said, Steve looks like he's got a really big d*ck and I bet you're aroused just by the thought of it being all hard and sticking out, aren't you? Why don't you squeeze and pull on it? She didn't hesitate and Steve said what are you doing? NO, DON'T TOUCH IT! She grabbed ahold of his d*ck, squeezed and yanked on it and he really screamed, then passed out again. With 8 girls holding him down, he wasn't able to get free. And got 2 golf balls even more bloody this time and went to talk with Ritchie, but before doing so, talked and had 3 of the working girls who followed me outside to see Ritchie. And these 3 were the first who decided to work here and were quite enthusiastic in what I had planned for these two after I told them.
He turned white when I showed him the golf balls and said to him, I got the feeling that when all is said and done, Steve is going to enjoy working here. Ritchie said what? I said didn't you know that when a man is castrated, his testosterone levels goes down, becomes a lot less aggressive and even starts turning feminine to the point where he grows t*ts? And with his long hair.... And according to April, we've had guys asking if/when we'd be offering same sex for guys as a couple of the working girls, do do it with other women in case you didn't know. We're going to keep Steve in one of the spare rooms until he gets "better", then have the girls teach him a few tricks, the use of sexual toys and even more importantly, how to properly negotiate for his "services." Thing is, April says we really haven't had that many guys asking, so we're not sure if she wants two guys or one working her ranch. And of course, there's the cost of feeding, caring, sheltering Steve until he's able to work. And if there's two of you, expenses are of course going to be doubled and you two will have to pay April back for all of this....at a profit to her of course. The working girls told him about the number of guys that have asked them when/if there would be guys working there. And how the guys like doing it with another guy....or a couple of guys doing it with 1 guy.
I will say one thing, he did have balls in telling me bullsh*t, that's slavery and there's no way this was ever going to happen. I asked him if he had heard of what had happened in Canby and he said he'd heard of some things, but figured most of it was bullsh*t as stuff like that doesn't happen in the United States. Told the militia girls to hold him down. But then the things I saw in Canby showed on my face and he knew I wasn't lying when I told him about finding boys as young as 9 who had been enslaved, castrated and used sexually by beasts along with others being tortured and killed. Pulled out my bayonet and asked Ruby if she'd like to stab this mother f*ckers ball sack to show we're done f*cking around. Without hesitation, she pulled her own knife (a 11" butcher knife), pushed his dick aside and stabbed his ball sack. She asked me to please let her finish the job and I told her that we catch any more of these a$$holes, you and any other woman who wants to, can castrate them, fair enough? She said okay reluctantly.
Of course, Ritchie passed out when getting stabbed but woke up quick enough when I poured some rubbing alcohol onto the knife blade and onto/into his ball sack. Had Ruby remove her knife and told Ritchie to REALLY start talking and this time, he did. It took me maybe an hour or so to get all the info I wanted from these two and they were closer to being beasts than I thought. Thought of killing them, but decided what was coming next....well, two LIVING examples of the womans militia justice would be better served than two dead corpses. Stella came up and said everything was ready and Ritchie was the first to be tied to the 6 x 6 post and carried to the front area of Aprils ranch, soon followed by Steve. Had both guys gagged and each looked at the other in complete dazed amazement, but of course, couldn't say anything. The two 5 gallon buckets of roofing tar had some bubbles coming up from it, so I knew it was at least very warm if not hot and liquidly and the militia had 6 of those cheap mops you get from a dollar store. Had one large crowd wanting to know what was happening and what were we (the militia) going to do.
So I explained what these two tried doing to April and how I figured they'd be also doing the same to her "independent contractors" that worked at her place of business. Saw a couple of the ladies who worked the ribs and told them that if they had any problems, the militia would also help them when needed, but of course, they would have to pay a "licensing fee" for this, but at least they'd now be protected. And after these two were finished, we were going to clean out the place where they and their gang lived. Turned to Stella and asked her if she was ready and she was. Took her mop, dipped it in the tar and layed it on Steves a$$ who tried screaming. Made sure each of the militia ladies got the opportunity to tar the both of them and then feathers from cheap pillows were tossed onto their tar covered bodies. Then the two of them were taken to a nearby stream where their bonds were cut and bodies dumped into the stream. They were able to very painfully get out and if they had been unconscious, I'd of waded in and pulled them out mainly because I didn't want their dead bodies polluting a water supply.
Had quite a crowd (100+?) with us and told the ladies, let's go and we headed for the house where the other 8 members of this "gang" were at....not that they were there of course. Didn't think they would be when we started for the stream. Got some food/supplies out of the place, then had the place burned to the ground. Turned to everyone and said this now concludes tonights entertainment with us heading back to the ranch and militia building. Asked the militia girls if I could have the two Zebco push button rod/reels that were still in the wrappers and explained why. They had no problem with that. Of course, after tonights "entertainment", the ranch was closed for the rest of the night.
A couple of the girls working the cribs wanted to talk to me about the militias services, but told them they needed to talk with Stella about this who wasn't too enthused about it. Asked April for help on this one and said she'd get one of her girls to do the negotiating and I said fine, but make sure it's fair to both sides. Then April and I went to her room and she started crying, so I held her for awhile. She was exhausted and wanted to just sleep and that's all she wanted to do if that was okay with me and told her it was. She finally went to sleep and that's when I finished up on what happened yesterday using my wind up radio flashlight. Then I went back to bed.
It's later on in the day for this entry. One of the things on my to look for list is candles and they don't have to be new. Seems a couple of the ladies at The Farms are making cheese, but they also want to preserve it by dipping it in melted candles. When I woke up, April woke up a little bit later. Went to find the lady who did the painting for Summers place and had her add some info on the buildings sign. When I got back, first thing April said was thank you for saving her again. So sat down behind her and after spreading my legs, pulled her up against me so her back was against me and wrapped my arms around her. Told her that I liked and cared for her, but I was never going to let myself love her or any other woman again. Told her that I wanted her to know that. But that I was also a little afraid of her and she asked why. Told her that I heard wildcats are really fierce creatures. She had no idea what I was talking about until I said I was shocked when she jumped Ritchies back and all of that. Said she couldn't just stand there and let me get shot. She understands now that people who stand by when things happen, deserve what ever they get. So told her she was going to learn how to shoot a pistol....no more wildcatting if I could help it and she agreed.
Originally, I had one arm around her waist, while the other was between her 2 breasts and the hand resting on her left ribs. Like holding/comforting her and not in some sexual caressing way. But then things changed....our breathing changed and I could feel her body start to move a little bit and began smelling her. So I whispered in her ear: here kitty, kitty, kitty and she not only meowed, but rubbed her back against me! So we got naked pretty quick. So I'd touch her and ask does kitty like this and she'd purr and when it was something she really liked, she'd give a louder purr. Then she quit purring and started gasping. Thing is, now that I know what she likes, I'm able to get her ready quicker if that's the right word. Well, put her in doggy position as before, but then she asked when was I going to show her something new like I promised earlier? Told her to wait for it and worked on her some more till she was gasping she didn't care for the new thing or not, just get going. Well, told her I wouldn't last too long and she didn't care, she was that ready. Just as I started coming in her, jammed my thumb in/out of her a$$hole up to the first knuckle a couple of times quick as I could and she let out a scream of Oh God! Figured if a knuckle was good enough for the "preacher" back in Sheridan, maybe she'd like it. Apparently she did because she tried laying on the floor and we only remained connected by me holding onto her hip. Finally let her down while I laid on top of her, asking her if she minded if remained "connected" for a little bit longer. All she said was Jesus, Jesus which I took for being okay. That's the difference between f*cking a hooker and someone who likes being with you. The hookers would let me remain in them for a few minutes and then it was "that was great but it's time to go and see you next week?" Made sure I got a wet rag and cleaned off my thumb and used another on her and then me.
I was standing there and she just kind of layed there, so asked her "oh, is puddy cat all tuckered out?" She just kind of moaned and looked at me. Then she saw the look in my eye and said she couldn't take any more of this. I said sure you can and laid next to her and started foundling/kissing/licking her body as I've done before. Kind of surprised when she scooted back, saying please, I have a business to run. Told her that it didn't open until later this afternoon and.... Well, she got up and I won't say she staggered, but she was a bit unsteady on her feet and started getting dressed. I watched her and when she saw me watching her, asked why. Told her it was a turn on for me to see her getting dressed, knowing what's under all that clothing and knowing later on today I'll be taking it all off. She wondered if I was a satyr and told her I wasn't....that I was an Aires which made her laugh and smile. Said a ram I wasn't....I was more like a goat and a dirty, horny old goat at that. Told her about the "preacher" and "sister" in Sheridan and she got another laugh from that. When I got dressed, told her I had another surprise for her and walked her out to the front of the ranch where the main door was. Told her to look at the Summers Ranch sign and she saw: Propertier: April "Wildcat" Summers pained on the door and just below it was a painted wildcat. She started crying and thought for a bit I had f*cked up, but she said no and that I was ever so sweet and kissed me. Thing is, as we walked down the hallway, heard 2 of the working girls brief conversation: it's got to be 12 inches. Voice 2: no, 14 at least to make her scream like that. Think they'd of been shocked how it's not even close to 12 inches. Always figured as long as my d*ck was long enough that I didn't p*e on my hand or a woman had to ask "is it in yet?", it was long enough.
Truth is, I was kind of tired after April and I did it, but knew I had to get going or I'd sleep the day away and still had to get to Salem to see Chevon and take her up on her job offer....that is, if it was right and I still had doubts. Went to the park and got 100 of those screw in eye bolt things, some small clips and some other minor stuff for one of my P-38's. Since I had 6 in bob, think I came ahead of the game. Was sitting in the militias room bs'ing with the ladies and they were helping me with the wooden balls after I explained what we were going to use them for. And also a cover story for them if anyone asked. Also started having some of the girls look for used glass bottles of any kind or size. I was thinking of bows and explained how we might be able to make some arrow heads out of the bottles. Not that I had done this before, but....
Then one of the national guard people came in with a box full of glasses! Good news, bad news....good news being I finally get a set of glasses that matched mine...the bad news was God was giving me anther wedgie and a major one at that. Out of the 28 pair of glasses, 2 were almost right. If it hadn't been for the matching one, I'd of gone to using one of those and kept the other as a spare. Thing is, the matching one is something only a 90 year old woman or a flaming San Francisco fagot would wear! I mean, WHO THE F*CK wears glasses that are hot pink with flares on them? Reminds me a bit of what Elton John wore in one of his concerts or better yet, that Hollywood character in the Mannequin movie. Of course, they were the last pair I was going to try and all the girls there were just looking at me as I looked at the 2 I had set aside on the table, while the others were put back in the box. Godd*mn, the amount of sh*t those girls gave me when I put them on when they realized that these were the glasses I really needed. Going to see if I can find an optometrist around here to put the lenses in one of the other frames. Or maybe they have a Pearl Vision place around here.... get a generator over there so an eye exam can be done and then have them make the glasses up in an hour or two? This was one of the things I didn't think about when I left Stead....you know, nothing's going to happen and besides, I was in a rush to get up here.
With the girls giving me so much sh*t, decided to ham it up. Like putting one hand on my hip and then waving the right in the air, saying "you girls, MUST simply do something bout the décor around here while walking around the room moving my hips back and forth like I was walking on some modeling walkway. Then it was let's start off with painting the walls a mauve and of course, the curtains (which weren't there to begin with) simply must go, all the time speaking in a high pitched voice. Mentioned the lack of color and co-ordination in their ensemble....well, did this for about 5 minutes or so and had them basically on the floor laughing. Then Stella came in and wanted to know what was going on. I told her that if she truly liked, respected and loved me, she wouldn't laugh and turned around to face her. Godd*mn woman started braying like a donkey for about 2 minutes straight! Afterwards, she said she'd have the girls start looking for an optometrist, but it might take awhile....like a month or two! So I knew she was giving me a ration of sh*t. Then Sampson came in and I told him right off the bat: Don't. Say. A. F*cking. Word. Well, he kept a straight face for a few seconds, then turned so he wouldn't see me and he started snorting, then heard him saying hehehehehehehe a couple of times, trying to keep his laughter in. So swished over to him with all the girls watching me and said: you know I want to really love you more than like a brother don't you? And then I squeezed his a$$! Man jumped up about 3 feet in the air, screamed Jesus Christ and then really started laughing. Told me he expected a lot of things to come out of my mouth, but THAT wasn't one of them. I said come on, let's go to Aprils place and get this bullsh*t over with. Of course, ALL the girls had to see what I was going to do next and I didn't disappoint them. April got just a big kick out of what I said/did as Sampson/Stella as well as the working girls did. April came right up next to me and said tonight was I was going to be the librarian! So I said back to her: "please, no. I'm not that kind of boy. I'm virgin and saving myself for marriage. And then said Moommmmmy like I was calling out to Mom to protect me from April.
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Post by willc453 on Sept 8, 2014 18:51:47 GMT -6
Andy's just Andy (hero? snicker, snicker, snicker is what he'd do if it was ever said to his face. Figure you're yanking his chain like he did with Sampson and how he wanted to like him more than like a brother)...never thought anything like this would ever really happen. People talk/prepare about prepping, but in all honesty, how many REALLY believe something's bad going to happen? But Andy prepped because of stories from his Dad in Homestead, Fla. after Hurricane Andrew got done with it, then of course, Katrina and Sandy. As he tells everyone, I have a spare tire, jack, etc. for WHEN I have a flat, not if. One thing for him to read stories like Lucifers Hammer, but come on, it'll never happen. But he did feel better in prepping for a just in case kind of thing. And now he's found himself in such a situation. He does feel better knowing he does have preps and maybe, just maybe his family in Nevada are doing okay, but he has no way of knowing. All he expected to do was make some really good money for 2 days of driving, hit the hobby shop, then Walmarts for ammo and of course, Hooters in the hopes that one (or both) girls would be there. Not that anything would ever happen between him and them. I mean, come on....Andy's 60 years old and there are always a lot of male 20 somethings at Hooters. Better to just talk with the girls if possible, then go back home to unfilled dreams. But now, the world isn't what it used to be and he's just trying to deal with it one day at a time.
For those wondering, Meshach Taylor was the guy who played Hollywood in that Mannequin movie. He was so over the top playing that character and THAT's who Andy was trying to imitate. The sad part is Meshach died at 67 earlier this year and from what I read, he's been in the movie/tv business for a long time.
For everyone, including SB readers, chapters 58, 59 and 60 are NEW chapters to everyone. But I need to go thru parts of 58/59 as it's dealing with Salem and what's been happening there as in with Homeland Security to begin with. I'm not sure about 60....most of it's written, but not sure which way I'll go with it as I'm looking at several different possibilities of things Andy being involved in during that chapter and of course, he still has to deal Chevon & her & job offer. Chris
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Post by 223shootersc on Sept 9, 2014 6:37:07 GMT -6
Thanks for all your hard work and continuing the saga over here, great stuff
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Post by kaijafon on Sept 9, 2014 18:08:36 GMT -6
Thank you so much for the MOAR!
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Post by willc453 on Sept 10, 2014 22:36:08 GMT -6
The Layover Chapter 58 Summers Ranch McMinnville, Oregon August 9th Friday (contd)
Anyway, got me to thinking....the frames were plastic and maybe I could rough them up a bit with sandpaper and spray paint them o.d./ black? Something to think about. One thing I could do was get rid of the cast on my arm using a hacksaw blade. April asked if that was wise and told her I couldn't fully use my right hand if it's in a cast and with it being white, if I do get into a gun battle, I may as well have a shoot the cripple target posted on my chest. Thing is, I can't really grip stuff like I used to without some pain from the green break in one of the bones. Then remembered (or think) that next week (the 16th) is Herberts birthday and I needed to get that rod and reel to him because who knew what I'd be doing next week or where? And of course, the girls wouldn't want me there for it anyway. Asked Stella if I could use one of the motorized bikes and why. She said okay, but couldn't understand why I was asking. Said it's because you're the leader here. Tells me I'm more of the leader figure around here and told her no. Said I had no idea of where I'll be next week, what I'll be doing and the militia needs someone steady like you who'll always be around/dependable. Said you should know me by now.....how things just seem to happen around me. She didn't agree with me, but reminded me to be back as soon as possible because we were to take those flights today and of course, Chevons stuff was due in.
Kind of strange me moving so "fast". I mean as in all of maybe 15-20 mph? Several things crossed my mind while going down the road. Glad to be alone to tell the truth. Since all of this started, I've had people around me all the time, something I'm not used to. I mean, yeah, before, there were people at work, but when I was off, I'd be home watching a movie, play DA2 or Halo, taking the dogs out for walk, working on a model....just different things. The other thing is I'm scared at time....it's not the fighting. Maybe it's just the uncertainty of life the way it is now. Before, it was the same thing pretty much day after day. And now....from time to time, I see dead bodies in my dreams, other times it's kind of like a flash back. You know, see someplace that looks like a place I've been to, then see the ones that died killing beasts, the ones killed by beasts. Thing is, don't think I had these self doubts before the girls kicked me out. Think I better drop this line of thought.
Took the back way to Sheridan as I didn't want to see or be seen by the girls. In a way, I really, really wanted to and know that's kind of sick. Quit using the motor half a mile from Garys place and made sure the girls or Abbey weren't around before knocking on his door. Heard him call out from the garage and he was a little surprised to see me, but told him why I was here and how I felt I needed to deliver the presents instead of just having someone do it for me. Asked how I was doing and I said okay and he could tell I wasn't saying it with much enthusiasm and he knew I meant about the girls. I mean, yeah, April and I are together in one way, but she's not the girls and I just don't feel the same over powering need for her as I do them. With them, I some how feel whole.
Told him about Herberts birthday coming up, but why I couldn't be there of course and would he mind giving them to him for me? That's when I heard a noise and turned to see Annette, Montana and Herbert with Annette saying why not give it to him right now? And then there's Herbert, running to me, while crying Unka Andy!, Unka Andy! Well, things would of been okay, but when he got close, he tripped. He was able to stand on his feet only by reaching out to grab one of my legs, while I started reaching for him. Thing is, while his head hit me in the leg, his other arm/hand hit me square in the nuts! Got Herbert unpried from my leg, then asked Annette to excuse me and turned away from her to massage my nuts. Then got scared when I couldn't feel one of them! Oh Christ, how many times have I been shot at and not hit, only to end up being half castrated by a soon to be 6 year old? Well, I found it....it had been shoved into the body crotch cavity and then thinking, April's not getting any boom boom from me tonight. Thing is, while I'm trying to find my missing nut and then kind of massaging both of them, Gary/Annette are busting a gut laughing and told them this wasn't funny, wasn't funny at all. Think it would have been a bit more impressive when I said it if I hadn't been talking in a higher pitched voice than normal....and of course, those godd*amn, faggy glasses.
They eventually quieted down and got the presents back from Gary. Told Herbert that I couldn't make his birthday party next week, but I wanted him to have this stuff. Gave him the Zebco rod/reel, but he said, but I want you at my birthday party. I said, I can't come because mommy and Aunt Patty were mad at me and told me not to be around them anymore. Of course, he didn't understand and started crying till I knelt (with some pain, I might add) and hugged him till he quieted down. Then said because he was going to be 6 years old, he should have a wallet and when he opened it, found 6 one dollar bills. He got pretty excited about that, turning to show Annette and Montana and thinking what kind of presents he could buy Mommy, Nana and Aunt Patty with. I looked at Montana, said hello and he said hello, Mr. Thomas. I saw the sadness in Annette's eyes and I ask: still the same, no change? She just shook her head no. Told Montana I didn't know when his birthday was, but got him some birthday presents too. He got the other rod/reel and of course a wallet, but with $9 in it. Find out he was born on Thanksgiving which surprised us. Herbert was really impressed with this, saying you have a Thanksgiving dinner AND a birthday part at the same time?
Then Annette surprised me....said she did some checking after I/Sampson had left and come to find out at least half a dozen people had passed thru town the past couple of weeks or so. They acted like they were in town to trade food for other things like sewing needles, thread, etc. But each time, they'd start talking about me or bring up my name. Didn't understand and frankly, didn't care and said so. What did get my attention was what they said about me....as me only (usually no Sampson involved) opening a whorehouse, banging every girl there, stashing hoards of food away from the train when nobody was looking, The Farms were my personal pu$$y palace and more. Of course, Annette didn't say pu$$y palace or any word like that, all this stuff was just implied. And I'm thinking, mother f*cker, I'd sure like to get my hands on them and asked her if any were in town. Said the newest one had left three days ago with another ugly rumor. That I and April were shacked up together. I just kind of stood there stunned and Annette was just standing there waiting for a reply....or should I say, a vehement denial. When it didn't come right off the bat, she said oh Andy and a big look of disappointment on her face. I said hold on and before we go any further, have the boys go to the backyard please. Well, Montana had a Zebco back home and said he's show Herbert how to use it. So I started explaining what happened after Sampson/I left here, with me ending up being at Aprils place and the sleeping arrangements we had agreed upon. She didn't believe me until I told her about the Johnny Cash record/song and what happened after that. She was shocked to say the lest. I think what got to her was when I asked April to shoot me and then she said how are things going now? I said okay....I like/care for April and would do my best to help her in any way I can, but she's not the girls. After them, I'm just all loved out and no more to give. I think part of it's that we both lost people: she her husband, me the girls.
Asked her about the girls and was it true people weren't coming over to see them like they used to? She felt uncomfortable in answering and said so, but I asked her to tell me the truth. Seems a lot of people found out about Donny/Mark and what was really happening to the food the girls had given them, but no one knew how to tell the girls. And those two (Donny/Mark) made everyone feel unwelcome when they did visit, so they just quit dropping in. Annette also thought those two had gotten a lot of food from the girls under the pretense of feeding others. Like getting 10 cans of food, but only passing out two. I said that sh*t's not going to fly and Annette knew I was pi$$ed. Asked her to get Janet and the rest of the guys, then pay Donny/Mark a visit....and take everything and I mean everything they have in that place that others can use. Because if they don't, I'll leave those two scavenging, mother f*cking, sons of b*tches alive and not only burn down their place down, I'll cover the property in salt so nothing will ever grow there again. Boy, I was cranked up and Annette/Gary knew it. Annette's trying to calm me down and I told her, even after the two of them kicked the sh*t out of my heart, the really sick part of all of this is that I still love them! How's that for sh*t and giggles? Neither had anything to say to that. A part of me was telling myself I told you so....those two probably look like that guy from I can't believe it's not butter commercial and YOU KNOW what you look like in a mirror. Felt emotionally drained after talking and called out to the boys that they could come back.
Herbert's all excited and then they started to take off. That's when I remembered my last birthday present for them and told them to hold up. Said you gotta have a license to make it legal. Herbert says a license? I said yeah, if you're going to go fishing, gotta have a license to make it legal and pulled the 2 of them out of my shirt pocket. That same lady who did Aprils windows also drew me up 2 Oregon fishing licenses....of course, they weren't even close to being like a real one, but they did have a drawing of 2 boys (1 white, 1 black for Herbert, the other being 1 black, 1 white for Montana) fishing in a stream, mountains in the background, some clouds, a fishing jumping out of the water, and eagle flying overhead AND they had their names written in calligraphy on them, saying they were good from this year, till they were 18. Herbert was pretty excited, but was a bit surprised and at first, was disappointed at Montanas reaction. He just kind of stood there and I wondered maybe the license bit was a bit hokey/over the top and he was trying to be polite in not showing it? Then heard him mutter license? Make it legal? He turned to Annette and said Aunt....then it was ANNETTE! Then he reached out, grabbed her and not only put a lip lock on her, but swooned her too! Sh*t, I thought I did pretty good putting a lip lock on the girls when given the chance along with swooning 'em, but apparently I was a rank amateur compared to him. As for Annette, she reached out and grabbed him back. When it looked like neither was coming up for air, I said hey guys, I only gave Montana a fishing license. You should have a marriage license to be kissing like that, especially in public. They finally broke apart and that's when I heard Jennifer calling for Herbert and knew I had to leave4. Told Herbert Happy Birthday and I'd try to see him later, got on the bike and started pedaling to get the motor started and away from Jennifers voice.
-------------------- I'm sorry, but there's 3 more pages to enter and not up to it. Gwen, my dog, died around 21:10 today while I wans entering this chapter. We've been together for 15+ years. The dogs, Simon and Grizzly, know she's dead and aren't doing anything. Will finish this chapter at some other time.
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Post by biggkidd on Sept 11, 2014 8:05:40 GMT -6
Sorry for the loss of your friend. Story is going great thanks. Larry
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Post by ss1442 on Sept 11, 2014 9:04:44 GMT -6
Thank you for the chapter and sorry for your loss.
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Post by willc453 on Sept 14, 2014 17:54:19 GMT -6
The Layover Chapter 58 (contd) Summers Ranch McMinnville, Oregon August 9th Friday
Well, it looked like Montana was back, at least that's a good thing. But who the f*ck would be talking smack about me and why? Stopped at The Farm to see Jeremy and swap knives. He was surprised to get a knife from me that quick. Said he's been busy and after taking off for a bit, comes back with a dozen wooden balls that are basically done! Said he didn't have any line, so dug out my paracord and cut up lengths of it for him to use on the balls and said I'd have one of the girls come out with the fittings. After that, maybe he could start practicing with them and once he's good at it, teach the women here how to use them? He never thought of that and could see he felt happy in being able to contribute to The Farm. Lucinda was there and she and the other kids are doing okay. She's learning how to shoot and was helping unload the trains of its stuff earlier. Thing is, got kind of sad looking at her and thinking of Lisa....what she looked like when we found her and Stella, then later on when they lived here. Then her dead body before it was buried. Used to have what I called bad nightmares, but reality can be an even worse nightmare.
Out of habit, stopped by the graveyard with some flowers I had dug up for the graves of the people I knew. I had just finished planting some for the lady who teased me about the corn and started working on Lisa's grave when I heard my name called and there's a lady walking towards me and she says she's Mary Jane Hernley and I just kind of stood there because I didn't recognize her. Then she said she's Elizabeths (Lisa's) mother! Jesus Christ....I just stood there stunned. I started remembering how Lisa said her mother was taken upstairs and all of that, but with the fight and everything afterwards, I just forgot about the woman. Mary Jane had been taken from The Farm just hours before we attacked the place and had been forced to work at another whorehouse run by beasts. Apparently everyone (meaning beasts) simply left the whorehouse after we cleaned their clocks in Canby. The women played h*ll in trying to get free because they were all chained to a wall, floor, what ever. What made it maddening is in several cases, seeing the key to their locks by the door, which was of course, out of reach by any of them.
But one of them had been working on escaping. They had a dozen military style bunk beds in one room and beasts thought it would be a lot of fun to play "musical pu$$y" a variation of musical chairs. They'd start fondling, f*cking, etc. the women with a battery operated record player going, then one of the beasts would stop the music and there'd be a mad scramble to get to fondling, etc. a different woman again. They also then had to take a shot of tequila and one of the beds/women would be moved out of the and the music would start again till 1 woman was left and being raped by 6 to 12 beasts, depending on how many beasts were interested in playing this game.
But this women had been working on her section of chain by rubbing one link against the corner post of the bed frame. For what ever reason, one of the beasts simply shot the woman in the head. Mary Jane was one of the girls next to the one that was killed and she and the opposite girl had to carry the body out and expected at any time to have the same done to them. When they returned to their racks, Mary Jane made sure she got the dead girls bed by being "extra nice" to the beast who had them deal with the body and returned them to that room.
This is when I asked her if she'd like to sit with me and either help me plant the rest of the flowers or maybe do them all on her own. I put 3 flowers per grave, some have taken, some have not. I don't know why, but just felt it was wrong to toss the dead ones away, so by one of the trees, I'd bury the plant. Why 3, no idea, but was thinking eventually I/we will have the graves covered in flowers. Not that I was the only one putting flowers here. Maybe it sounds strange, but found out a lot of the ladies come out here to relax and remember the price these here have paid so they the living could be here, meaning The Farms. I gave her one of the small gardening shovel things that was always hanging from a limb of a tree and she started digging. She was going to toss the dead flowers away, till I told her no and why.
She had only gotten back here a couple of days ago, not knowing if Lisa was alive or dead but since this was the last place she knew she had been.... Wanted to know what I knew about Lisa and told her, not that there was that much, but she was glad to hear it. Tells me the women at both farms talk about me and that kind of surprised me....and I was a little afraid to ask what they were saying. Apparently it's all good stuff and they don't care for the girls. Abbey's okay, but them.... Well, the women knew I was around and they sent me a present: 6 ears of corn and a small jar of butter!
Asked Mary Jane if any of the ladies were pregnant and she said 19 were and of course, from being raped. Asked if any of them had seen a doctor about doing an abortion because that's what one of them was interested in if she was. Says no, all decided to have their babies. Basically it comes down to the baby isn't at fault for what the father did. Though I use the word father very, very loosely. Which kind of surprised in what the women were going to do. We sat there for a bit, saying nothing, then said I had to go. Which brought another worry to me: food for them and the newborns. We've been lucky in hitting the trains, but it's not going to last forever. Need to find/get to that cattle ranch in Idaho.....along with the potato farms.
Headed back to McMinnville was bs'ing with the militia ladies for maybe 30 minutes, when this couple walks up, saying we had talked at the library about forming a militia group here in town. Joel Rosenberg and his wife Estelle had enough of waiting for the govt. to appear and when they read What's Happening, they realized how serious things were. They had some trouble in their neighborhood with wanna be looters/burglars, till they shot 2 of them breaking into their house a couple of weeks ago. Then they started organizing others who had guns and were willing to use them....or NOT use them which impressed me because you can always pull the trigger, but you can't recall that bullet once it's done. Out of the 50 homes in their area, only 14 of them had guns, while 3 others were archers and that got my attention. Asked if they had others who would want to be in the militia and no, they all didn't have to do any trigger pulling. We could use people trained in being medics and maybe a supply sgt. He said there was one person he could trust in NOT having sticky hands when it came to supplies and that was his brother. I said fine, but there is a catch to him being supply sgt. We'll get you going with some basic stuff, but if we find out he's skimming anything and I mean ANYTHING, we'll take everything he has in his house that the militia can use AND burn down his place. That didn't sit too well with him until he thought it over and said okay. Told him I needed his archers here NOW and why. Said he'd have them over here asap when he got back to his place. As to others unarmed, he thought he could get a dozen, maybe more if we did help supply them with the guns and ammo. Told him right up front that they wouldn't be sitting on their a$$es guarding their neighborhood either. That we're headed for Portland to start killing beasts and taking the city back along with increasing our food supply for everyone around here, meaning from Beaverton to Sheridan. Told him that most of our people are getting armed by taking weapons off beasts and if these unarmed people wanted to join the militia, they'd have to come with us to begin with. They couldn't do any fighting of course, but they could watch the horses/supplies, etc. Those that didn't know how to shoot, but were willing to learn, would be sent back to Rosemary for basic training. They said okay.
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Post by willc453 on Sept 14, 2014 18:16:03 GMT -6
Tried 5 times on Thursday to finish this chapter and just couldn't do it. Simply no interest then or Friday. When I got back home Saturday afternoon, went to sleep within an hour and slept for about 15 hours. Then started entering it at 14:00 and had 1 1/2 pages entered when I hit something on my keyboard and everything vanished?! Walked away from the pc and told it I wasn't done with you yet and I'll be back.
Gwen's buried, but I didn't get to do that job. Not that I was trying to avoid it either. Called my nephew Dan who would come out and do it on Thursday, his day off. Only reason I asked him was because Gwen was now wrapped in the sleeping bag she used to sleep on and I was going to be gone for up to 12 hours, meaning she'd be in the bag for about 15 before I could take care of her. Well, the grave got dug, but when Dan went to pick up Gwen, Simon (one of Gwens pups that I kept) got between her and him....and his hackles were raised. Simon's a black lab/bit bull mix and weighs about 85 pounds....and has some BIG teeth. Dan ended up getting Daryll (my brother who lives next door to me) to help with Simon. Dan hauled a$$ when he saw Simon and his fur all hackled up....and Simon's known him for 3+ years now. Daryll found Simon in the bathroom, so he just closed the door to it and the two of them carried Gwen to her grave.
The grave is ugly....it looks like an ugly wound/gash in the earth. In a few days, maybe a week, I'll pour a concrete slab over it with information written in the concrete about her. Buster Brown (her other pup I kept out of 10) is buried next to her and of course, he has a slab too along with Weasel, my female Pekinese who died over 15 years ago. When I did Busters, made sure there was a hole where I can put some live flowers in that hole and of course, Gwen will have the same. I figure loyalty is a two way street, whether you got 2 legs or four. Which is why I have it in my will that when I die, I get cremated and buried in the dirt between Buster and Gwen....and who knows, won't be too many years before Simon will be there too as he was born when Gwen was only 6 months or so old.
Anyway, kind of writ out and may have another chapter in tomorrow. If not, there will be another next week.
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Post by willc453 on Sept 15, 2014 9:33:06 GMT -6
The Layover Chapter 59 Summers Ranch McMinnville, Oregon August 9th Friday (contd)
Then saw a bunch of cars pulling up outside Aprils place....Jesus, haven't seen this many vehicles at one time except during the train/ Canby fight. There were 10 of them, 6 pulling horse trailers and of course, this brought a crowed over to see what was happening. Tracey steps out of a Suburban and of course, it's not pulling a trailer. Right off the bat, horses are being unloaded from the trailers along with stuff from the other Suburbans and pick up trucks. Tracey says in accepting these things, I agree to work for Mrs. Carter under the conditions we discussed earlier. But when my employment was over, the horses were to be returned to her. Told her that there might be a problem with that and when asked why, told her what if the horses were killed in combat or simply got loose/run away? I don't think Chevon's going to be too interested in having someone run a backhoe somewhere that might be overrunning with be3asts just to get a body of a dead horse. She said it was something Mrs. Carter hadn't thought of. I asked when would I be getting the food to feed my people? Of course, she tried bringing up the paperwork I got from Lew-Allen and told her the guard were busy, strung out enough over everywhere, supplies were short and had planned on using them only as an emergency back up force. I also didn't know the other guard units while I did the militia which is why I had planned from the beginning in using them for this kind of thing. Tells me all she needed was a list and she'd do her best to fill it and I gave it to her right then and there. She was kind of shocked at the amount of rice and canned food I was asking for, but told her we had no idea what we would be facing or how long we would be in the field. Asked how many I'd be taking and told her 30 and she couldn't understand why so much food till I told her if we're doing a lot of moving/fighting, we're going to be using a lot of calories....1 or 2 light meals a day wasn't going to make it and I planned on us being out for at least a week, maybe more, so then we'd have to stretch the food supply or return back here for more which meant giving any beast or group of them time to regroup or simply leave for another area to raise hell in. She wasn't too happy with the amount of food I requested so had to talk with Chevon (Tracey always uses Mrs. Carter when talking about her) about this and I said okay. While the girls took care of the horses and other gear, I took Stella/Sampson with me. And came up with other things to talk about when we met Chevon.
It's been a month since things went to sh*t and it feels just plain weird being in a car moving so fast. I mean, the last time I was in one was coming back from Canby and I wasn't all there to begin with. Kept wanting to hit the brake pedal and slow us down. She was curious as to the request for the compound bows....was I planning on using them against "beasts?" I said that's crazy AND stupid. Never bring a knife to gun fight. Because there was starting to be a limited amount of ammo available, most of the bows were going to people outside of town who knew how to use them and hunt game with, mainly deer. And that food would be eaten by those who had less than others. And best thing about an arrow is usually you can reuse it, unlike a bullet. We (the militia) would be using a couple of them doing the same to supplement our food supplies so it would be a lesser drain on Chevon/the national guard. Asked if I had ever shot a bow and told her no....but as a kid, I once had a sling shot; does that count? She rolled her eyes and turned away.
First time in Salem and no idea what to expect. Some buildings fell due to the quake, others damaged by fire/quake, many others damaged by the quake. Thing is, I could see work parties that looked like they were scavenging thru the buildings and coming out with stuff to put into pick up truck pulled trailers. Now these were actual work parties, not a bunch of people taking what ever they could find....you know, like some mad, undisciplined looters. Saw and commented about how I was surprised that the national guard were just standing there with their weapons while these people were doing all the work instead of pitching in to help.
Tracey said the new temp governor (Bert Willow), Gen. Lew-Allen and Homeland Security (?!) agreed if people were to get food/help from the state/federal govt., it wasn't going to be free. They had to work looking for supplies and doing other things to get it. Of course, there were exceptions such as the elderly and pregnant women who were put to work sorting things brought back, women with children were expected to do the same or they could help watch everyones children or have their kids watched by others in temporary day care centers while performing reclamation duties as she put it. Thing is, these people are also burying the dead when found/reported, something I hadn't thought of. Just the idea of the diseases that could spread from dead bodies.... Made me glad we were in a small town compared to Salem.
Thanks to the efforts/planning of "The Big Three" (temp governor, Gen. Lew-Allen and HS) as they are starting to be called, Salem was becoming organized which might explain why no groups of beasts as I've described them, has attacked anyone in Salem. Said who fed you that line of bullsh*t? Said I've got a couple of hundred people living on a stream/small river that were DRIVEN from their homes. Not only that, the beasts were quite busy stealing a bunch of stuff from Home Depots, Radio Shack, etc. along with doing a little raping and killing. Where the f*ck was HS when this was happening? Said that HS has been giving briefings on the state of the city and for the first few days everything was quite confusing with no commu8nications/transportation available within the city. Bullsh*t was my reply. The beasts had transportation and you mean with the millions of tax dollars given to HS, they never thought of preparing for something like this? Her answer was yes, the govt. was slow to respond, but this was the first she heard of organized looting by "beasts." Told her maybe Chevon ought to stop listening to HS briefings and get some scouts out to talk with just regular people. Tells me the govt. is now better organized and then it'll soon start expanding to other cities. I said it's been a month since the sh*t's hit the fan with people dying and I know, going hungry.
Just what happens to those who look for food/supplies on their own within Salem? When caught, the goods are confiscated "for the better good of all people" the first time, with the people being i.d.'d, but caught a 2nd time, they're put in a work camp, doing reclamation work for 2 weeks. I don't like the sound of this bullsh*t because first thing I thought of was Hitlers freedom thru work program and remembered what happened to those people and said that. Tracey looked at me in total surprise and said no, that's NOT what happens. Says this is still America, but it will be a changed one and better for it. (New World Order bs?) They labor/reclamation work for 2 weeks, then released with 2 days of food. If caught a 3rd time, they labor a month in a company and had the feeling there was more than one around here and how many people were in these things? Asked how could they tell if someone's been caught before or not and what if they refuse to do any labor. If they refuse to work, they get one meal every other day consisting of (1 cup each) rice, beans and a slice of bread with a doctor checking their physical condition on a regular basis for 30 days?! A copy of the persons i.d. is made and a plastic bracelet with a micro chip imbedded in it with that persons information, the date they were caught "looting" with HS having scanners that can download the chip info. There's talk of getting rid of the bracelets and going to microchips....like people use on their dogs and cats. Told these things are the size of a grain of rice or smaller. Said having to wear the bracelet is like a social stigmatism to some which is why they were thinking of microchips. F*ck that sh*t. And no i.d. on the "looter?" Two weeks working for the govt. or in prison, though she used the words detention centers.....and wondered how many of those are there because she used the CENTERS instead of center.
As to the food/supplies confiscated, the govt. distributes it thru the various soup kitchen I saw here in town, with supplies coming from several still standing warehouses. And that bothers me because it makes me wonder how much these people running the soup kitchens are really putting up food wise....and getting credit for feeding them? Thing is, upon seeing Aarons face, I don't remember if there was anything said about the govt. also contributing to feeding everyone. If they don't have the bracelet, it will be 3 months, but HS hasn't caught anyone a second time without their bracelet. And unfortunately, HS has had to kill some people who resisted in giving up what they had looted. (?!) Said by the 2nd day, HS was trying to control various large markets/warehouses and met "armed resistance" and again, were forced to defend themselves which meant loss of life by both parties.
Says we were fortunate that HS had personnel here at the time of the attack. Hearing about HS caught my attention because I never heard of these f*cks being mentioned when I was driving truck around here before the emp hit. Asked her how many were there and told she didn't know exactly, but believes there are at least 300 plus new recruits. And besides, people all over the U.S. are doing much better because there's at least 1 HS group (?!) in each state capital, though larger population areas like California probably have several. And of course, FEMA was co-operating with each head of HS and state govt. So it was a HS detail watching a bunch of "looters" working at least one damaged building. As to recruits, they're people who volunteered to help maintain order in the midst of this chaos. After being screened, they are given 2 days of training, then teamed with a HS regular. After 30 days, they will be part of Homeland Security "task force" and eventually be assigned their own recruit to help finish the recruits training. And wondering just what qualifications are used in accepting them and how many "recruits" there were, Tracey didn't know, I'd have to ask Mr. Baylen about that.
I also noticed that she always put HS first, then the state govt. Learned HS had some of their stuff hardened against emp, though all their equipment didn't escape some damage. And I'm thinking, this is bullsh*t....the godd*mn guard equipment is fried, but HS wasn't? And wondering how much/what type of comm equipment do they have and where is it located? And how does she know HS has people in each capital? Is HS in contact with other state capitals and if so, how? And does the Col., the Capt. or Adams know about any of this? Getting a bad feeling from what I'm hearing. As to keeping track of everyone, it is reasonably easy: HS had a sh*t load of older digital cameras along with older cell phones/cameras and laptops with internet ability and HS had several portable main frame computers along with generators that were stashed in case of an emp attack. They'd get powered up, tested, then shut down/disconnected. HS was "lucky" their last testing was July 1st. Apparently not all cell towers were totally damaged in the area and once repaired/powered up, voila, instant local communications. Apparently, HS has/had over 100 tri-fuel generators of different sizes stashed in places all over Salem, along with some in Portland/other surrounding areas. Good news is they haven't been able to get to them because of lack of personnel and the damage the quake had done, along with "my beasts." And of course, spare walkie talkies for lack of a better word. Their original talkies/phones, etc. were fried when the emp hit, but with spares on hand....
What surprised me was seeing a couple of soup kitchen for lack of a better word with a bunch of people (200+?) lined up at each one. Asked Tracey and told the Carters along with other well to do people in this state, are contributing what food they can to help feed the less fortunate. But I noticed the 3 kitchens I saw all had somebody's name painted on a large canvas tarp saying who was helping them. As in the Carters helping their fellow Oregonians during these troubled times. And guess whose hand painted picture they had on it: yeah, Aarons. But they rotated the kitchens to a different location each day so that many people would have at least a chance for a meal. All this started about a week ago. It was also required get a bracelet so no one could hit a couple of these kitchens if possible in one day. Of course, their bracelet is a different color than those of "looters". Kind of made me pukey inside to realize that ALL those people had bracelets. Didn't matter to the age or condition of the person or sex.....old, you, women with kids, teenagers....even BABIES?!
It almost slipped by me, but asked what did she mean by temporary governor? Told the governor, vice-governor, the senator and congressman were killed by Muslim religious fanatics while the senator/congressman were consulting with those two after the earthquake had hit. Said that 16 Muslims fanatics died killing those 4 plus several dozen other people on the Monday following the earthquake. The Carters and several other families were suppose to be there, but couldn't make it until the following day as they were busy dealing with their own problems due to the quake. Hadn't I heard about any of this? Said no, I was kind of busy helping people after the earthquake/tsunami and then when things really went to sh*t after the emp. And now that I think of it, never did work with anyone from FEMA....it just seemed ordinary people, the Red Cross and of course, the guard. Thing is, what's happened to the just regular Muslims living around here? I had another bad feeling about that thought. Tells me there would have been more loss of life is HS hadn't been here.
Pull up to a 5 story building and there's a couple of guards at the front door and told they were there to prevent any further suicidal attacks against govt. officials....HS of course. Tracey suggested I tone my language down as the general does not approve of vulgarism. You need a pass of some kind to enter the building and at first, Sampson/Stella weren't going to be let in with me/Tracey until I made a stink about it. Apparently, there's a list of who can/can't go in thru the front doors and who's authorized to let additional people in with them and how many....and if you're Joe Ordinary, you have to go to the back of the building to have your request processed which I'm told can take several days....and of course, you're not going to get any kind of support as in the way of food or shelter while waiting. Then these yahoos wanted our weapons, saying only authorized personnel (meaning HS) were authorized to be armed in the building. Told him not in my f*cking life time, then turned to walk away, asking Tracey to ask Chevon and the General to meet us outside. This is when the guard made the mistake of grabbing my right arm (!), saying I don't like your attitude and wonder what you 3 have to hide, you're coming with us.
I almost screamed in saying Stella, left; Sampson, rear....turned and kneed him in the nuts, followed by my open palm against the bottom part of his jaw with my left hand. Stella had her butcher knife out really quick and against the other guys throat and suddenly he didn't feel so froggy/bad a$$. Sampson had his M-16 out ready to deal with anyone coming up from behind. Then I had my 9 out and whacked this guy across the side of his head and it felt GOOD. Grab my mother f*cking right arm would he? I could see movement inside the building reacting to what I/we had done. Tracey's going crazy, saying what are you doing? You CAN'T ASSAULT HS personnel like this! Told her the f*ck I can't....he laid hands on me first. Well, this building's got a set of double doors and I pulled off the unconscious guys belt, stepped inside the building to the 2nd set of doors, wrapped it around the door handles so they'd have to break the glass to get thru....what they hadn't expected was me pulling a grenade out of my ammo bag and after showing it to them, pulled the pin and then stuck it in the belt. Someone rattles the door, grenade falls to the ground, then boom. People inside suddenly started backing up rather quickly. Stepped back outside to find Stella and Sampson had disarmed the 2 guards, so I grabbed the other guys belt and wrapped it around the outside door handles with a grenade on top of it. Funny thing...the 2nd guys pants fell between his ankles to show he was wearing a pair of boxer shorts in pink (?!) with red hot lover and hearts printed all over them. I told Sampson/Stella, let's get out of here and then clubbed the 2nd guard unconscious. But I made sure to grab his and the other guys id's/wallets along with their rifles....you never know.
Tracey's standing there waving her hands a little bit and her mouth is just opening/closing like she can't believe what we've done. Told her she might want to step away from the entrance just in case that grenade does fall off the belt. She started hauling ass along with her 2 guards away from the entrance. Thing is, her guards never made an attempt to stop us when I hit the 1st guard or afterwards. The three of us started jogging towards some buildings because I knew HS wasn't going to let this sh*t go down without some kind of fight. Both asked if I was okay, meaning my arm and when did I take off the cast? Explained why I took it off and they're both wondering if I'm going to make it when it comes to hunting beasts. Said no problem, you saw me club that mother f*cker with my pistol using my right hand, right? I think they still have doubts about me and my arm. Just have to suck it up when it gets to aching like I did back in '76.
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Post by biggkidd on Sept 16, 2014 18:16:52 GMT -6
Good deal Thanks Larry
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Post by crf78112 on Sept 21, 2014 15:48:39 GMT -6
ARRRGGGGHHHH, need more Andy.
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Post by willc453 on Sept 21, 2014 19:55:35 GMT -6
The Layover Chapter 60 Summers Ranch McMinnville, Oregon August 9th Friday (contd)
None of us liked what we heard from Tracey about HS, FEMA or the forced labor of people simply trying to survive. And I wondered out loud if we were going to add HS people to be killed along with beasts. This was something that none of us wanted to contemplate, but we were starting to think it may have to be done. Pretty f*cking bad when the country you're trying to save has its own govt. busy throwing people into labor camps for simply trying to survive. Sampson was saying something bout if we started shooting HS people, it was treason as it was armed revolt against the govt. I said no....remember our oath with the part that say6s we'd defend the country against all enemies foreign or domestic? It's been month since the shtf and people are hungry, probably starting to starve. Not only are they being force to labor against their own will AND WITHOUT A TRIAL, which means slave labor, but talking of implanting micro chips in their bodies?
This is when Sampson called me a tard and for a bit, I thought he called me a t*rd. I replied, why in in the f*ck would you call me a t*rd? He & Stella started snorting, trying to hold back their laughter, with Sampson saying he was calling me a tard as in retarded, mentally deficient....you know, as in having the i.q. of a politician. I simply didn't understand and said so. Said it was only a few weeks ago that I had taken the oath when I enlisted in the guard and a slightly different version when I became an officer. That the part I was talking about states I will support and defend THE CONSTITUTION of the United States against all enemies, foreign and domestic, etc. Said there's a difference between defending our country and the constitution, but that I did have the right attitude.... t*rd. Yeah and this time he did call me a t*rd, not tard. But in any case, said we need to get to the Col. and let him know what's going down in case he doesn't know. And the Capt. too....sh*t, maybe start passing the word to ALL guard bases. They agreed with me on that.
We had been cutting thru different buildings and most of them had broken glass doors. Wasn't sure if anyone was looking for stuff or not, but I'd call out this was the Oregon state militia passing thru and stashed the HS guns in a closet in one of the buildings. Peek outside to look for any moving vehicles and when we didn't see any, jog to the next building. Thing is, we got caught crossing a street. Heard the roar of a car, turned and here comes an all black Suburban and figure it's HS. We took cover by several cars and ready to fire on it when it stopped a couple of hundred feet from us. That's when Tracey steps out and says to get into the Suburban NOW and I figured we could get away a lot faster in it, than jogging. And we knew HS had running vehicles.
What surprises me is when she pulls out a small walkie talkie and starts talking to Chevon, saying she had found us. Couldn't hear the reply, but when she tells the driver to turn around and head back to the HS building, I demanded to know what was going on. Told we needed to get this mess straightened out and not only were we going to apologize to those HS people, we WERE going to be unarmed while in the building. Bad mistake on her part. Tracey's up front with her 2 guards, so I nudged Stella, making a gun with my hand and she nudged Sampson. I told Tracey okay, maybe we did over react a little bit, but let's take care of it NOW. My 9 came out and had it in the back of the head of the driver and told him to stop RIGHT NOW....he did. Stella had her butcher knife out and against Tracey's throat while Sampson had his 9 against the other guards head. Told the driver to get us out of this area and THEN, Tracey/Chevon/I will have a talk and come to some sort of agreement about HS and us being unarmed. We drove to a park maybe 10 minutes away and of course, we disarmed the driver/other guard before letting the 3 of them out. I could hear Chevons voice over the walkie talkie, wanting to know what was going on and where were we?
I told the 2 guards that disarming them was necessary for the time being, but if things went well, they'd get their guns back. Kind of surprised that they weren't p*ssed, asked them how long they had been doing this and did they have any military experience. Well, these 2 teamed up after Desert Storm, one was a Ranger, the other Special Forces with a private security company. They'd been hired about 3 months go to work for the Carters. Their job was to protect Tracey and they weren't happy when Stella pulled that knife on her. They simply didn't expect us to act like we did....got the feeling they expected some rag tag, lucky as sh*t people. They should of realized that when we jumped those 2 HS guys like we did. Chevon is still telling Tracey to answer, so took the walkie talkie and told her what happened and that I was NOT going to apologize for being man handled by a couple of govt. goons and we were NOT going anywhere unarmed. Then Tracey asked for the walkie talkie, explained what happened at which time Chevon says give her some time and she'd deal with it and call us back. While Sampson/Stella watched those 3, I walked over to a metal garbage can and saw some old paper/trash in it. Tracey called out to me, wanting to know what I was doing and told her I was burning those two a$$holes i.d. paperwork AND what ever was in their wallets just to really p*ss them off. Not that I did of course. Palmed the HS passes/i.d.'s as I was thinking these just might come in handy in the future. What bothered me was finding 2, 20 dollar bills that were marked freebie hidden in the wallet of the guy I kneed in the nuts. Thing is, he had some ordinary bills where they should be in a walled....so why hide these?
Tracey walked over and asked if I did my best to deliberately make people mad and I replied I had no idea what she was talking about. Tells me it's quite childish for me to destroy not only govt. property (the i.d.'s & passes), but personal property? Told her I didn't like what I heard about HS with its slave labor and camps to begin with. Those people are just trying to survive and the govt. has done NOTHING in protecting the people or seeing up any real kind of food distribution. And if we allowed them to take our weapons, who said we'd get them back? Wanted to tell me "of course they'd give them back to you." I said really....the 3 of us have already found out or seen what happens to those who aren't armed/ready to defend themselves vs those who are. How long do you think you would last out here without a gun, the knowledge and ability to use it or your 2 guards to protect you? How'd you like to be raped in all 3 parts of your body by half a dozen guys, then taken to another place and raped by any guy who wants to because he has a gun and you're chained to a wall or bed? And you talk about us being disarmed by our own govt.? I figure there would be a lot more people alive and beasts dead if the president and his sheep hadn't worked so hard as possible to disarm everyone....except those in the govt., the military and police of course. Tells me that America would be a better placed if only those I mentioned were armed, like the British are. I replied, really? Remember all those nice Jews and other "sub-humans" that weren't armed when Hitler was doing his little goose stepping? Remember Stalin and Chairman Mao killed more people in their purges than they lost in WW 2. Tells me that was so long ago and would never happen again. My reply was "those who forget their history, are doomed to repeat it." Besides, I still HAVEN'T forgotten the British burning our capital down back in 1812. Thought that thought would throw her off and it did. Which is why our founding fathers made sure we had the 2nd amendment in the constitution, to remind all of us NOT to look to the govt. to protect us, but so we could protect ourselves against the govt. or any other a$$hole who wants to tell or force us what to do; with us not being able to do anything about it if we're unarmed. She just rolled her eyes, saying I was simply over reacting. I looked at her in the eye and told her she was a beautiful woman and I pray to God you never find out what it's really like out here without your guards.
Then she asked about my arm, I told her about the green break in one of the bones. That I never expected to be grabbed that way by anyone, so add that to being told we were going to be questioned when I refused us to be disarmed, the HS f*cker was lucky in just being left alive. I could see her giving me the eye and told her right up front I can handle the job Chevon's offered me. If I couldn't/can't, I'd tell her so in person, as I won't endanger any of our people. If she had any doubts, to let me know and we'd just call everything off with Chevon getting the horses and other supplies back and no hard feelings and the militia will still keep busy finding/killing beasts. She wanted to know how I got the green break as this was something that Chevon needed to know about, so told her. She looked at me like I had grown a 3rd eye in the middle of my forehead or something and asked why would I do something like that when there was a good possibility of me being killed? Told her if I killed more beasts rolling the truck, it hopefully would give the girls a better chance of living/surviving the train fight. Told me she now understands why Chevon wants me so badly....and as she said, why I was so dangerous. Think I got some respect from her.
Eventually Chevon told Tracey that it was okay for us to come back and there would be no repercussions. Everyone got back into the Suburban as before (Tracey & guards did NOT like that arrangement at all) and headed back to the front of the HS building where we saw a dozen of the HS guards waiting for us, including the 2 we had dealt with. From their expressions, they were NOT happy with us, especially after telling those 2 I had burned their i.d.'s, etc. Tracey insisted that we not carry our rifles in our hands and I said okay which kind of surprised her. But she and her guards about sh*t a brick when I passed a grenade to Stella/Sampson and told them to keep the pin in one hand, grenade in the other, which they did. The HS people originally quick to rush up on us, but then couldn't start backing up fast enough when we showed the grenades in one hand, a pin in the other. This is when Chevon steps out from around the building and really reamed the HS people. Said Luthor was running HS here and he had expressly told them NOT to bother or harass us in any way among other things. They couldn't move fast enough away from us after hearing her words. Chevon asked us to please safe the grenades or what ever actions were needed so the grenades wouldn't go off. I said okay and asked Sampson to show Stella how to do this. Chevon looked at all of this with stunned disbelief, asking had I really given a grenade to someone who's never used one before? I said nothing like ojt....and by the way, would you like me to put the pins back in the grenades that are on the belts of both doors? She said yes, please, so I did. Funny thing about all this was Stella KNOWS how to use/safety them because she got the quick live or die ojt course in Canby. Figured if I can keep people off balance as far as not knowing what I'll do next, so much the better.
Before going inside, get directions to the Generals office from Tracey and then Chevon is talking to her. I don't know what Chevon was saying, but Tracey and both guards were kind of hunched over like Chevons words were physical blows and felt sorry for her....and to a lesser degree, the bodyguards.
And the General's got a hellacious looking Captain Sanchez as an aide de camp, if that's the right title for her job. Some Mexican looking woman with LOTS of buldges and curves with that deep black hair which I figured was really long even though it was all bunned up on top of her head. She d*mn near makes Helen look flat chested. I also though her skirt was a bit higher than regs, but maybe Army regs say a skirt could be higher than 3 inches above the knees? In any case, did enjoy looking at them and got the feeling Sampson did too. She looks at us like we're something the cat's dragged in, asking us if we were lost. I said no maam; I have a map, a compass and know how to use them. She had a wtf look on her face, so told her who we were and I had been told to see Gen. Lew-Allen. Total disbelief on her face, then she says YOU'RE Capt. Thomas? I said yep and just think a little over a week ago I was a 2nd Lt. and just before that, I was a private. Who knows what rank I'll have next week....like maybe a major or two weeks from now, a colonel? Of course, it helps that I was an AF sgt. 30 years ago before all this sh*t started. Which beats having a college education to all h*ll and gone. Of course, if I did have a degree, imagine what rank I'd have in the Army now. Man, her mouth just kept opening and closing like a fish out of water and couldn't help myself. Told her, maam, it looks like you're having trouble breathing, would you like me to give you mouth to mouth resuscitation followed by vigorous chest massage? Then I puckered my lips making kissing sounds and held up both hands like I was massaging/squeezing her tits as I moved towards her. Well, sh*t.....she couldn't close her mouth quick enough, then backed up even quicker, then told us to stay here while she informed the Gen. we were here. Not only great legs, but a$$ too.
Of course, Sampson/Stella gave me sh*t....Sampson said AF or not, he's never seen me use a map or compass and I probably couldn't read one even if the instructions were written in crayon. Told him that wasn't nice and when I make general, you're NOT going to be my aide even if you are my brother. I'll get a little hottie like that Captain Sanchez....AND she'll wear a shorter skirt. You know, good for the morale of the men. And besides, I don't have to listen to your crackerness. Of course, he did have to ask what kind of word was crackerness and what it meant. Told him it's someone with so little education, they use crayons to write with instead of a pen. And Stella said "vigorous chest massage? Just where do you come up with these outlandish aphorisms?" Told her it was a God given gift along with 10 years of superior AF training.....she groaned along with Sampson. What bothered me was they looked at each other and said at the same time: God hates us. Not sure if aphorism was the word she used, but it sounded like it and afterwards, had to look it up in a dictionary in Aprils place to find out what she meant, though I was pretty sure she didn't mean it as a compliment when she said it.
While this was going on, just "happened" to be looking at a bunch of paperwork on Sanchez's desk and see a couple of dozen or so pamphlets (booklets?) stating it was a listing of all ham radio operators for Washington, Oregon, Idaho and Calif. A quick look thru it shows everyones name, addresses to begin with. Then there was a print out with something about HS depots. So snagged one of the ham books from the middle and tucked it between my ass/pants and pulled my t-shirt back into place along with that sheet of paper. Sampson/Stella just looked at me, but didn't say a thing. Had just enough time to step back to be near them when Lew-Allen comes out with another guy that's Luthor Baylen, the head of HS here, followed by Sanchez.
Right off the bat, this was one guy I didn't want to f*ck around with. Partially because of his attitude of "I'm from the govt. and you WILL do as we tell you" instead of asking how the govt. could help. And this guy was way "off". Kind of reminded me of the few times crawling under the trailer and something told me to stop/look around....and find I d*mn near put my hand on/next to a black widow about the size of a dime. He's in cammies, body armor and has 2 pistols in shoulder harnesses. Could see a beret neatly tucked into his belt and it has a HS patch on it. The man is in great looking shape and unlike Lew-Allen, his tan looks like it's from being outdoors. Lew-Allen....well, he's dressed in his greens or what ever the Army calls the dress uniform. In looking him over, got the feeling he worked out to stay in shape, but his tan seemed more like something from a booth, than the sun. Looking over his kibbles & bits, didn't see any medals I would recognize.....like the C.I.B. or parachute badge though he did have what I think are silver and bronze star ribbons on his chest. But noticed he has a pistol/belt wrapped around his waist.
As always, when in doubt, salute, saying who I was and reporting as ordered. It was a few seconds before I got my salute returned and says I was even more than what he expected after hearing from Chevon. My actions just reinforced what the Col. had written up about me in his after action report in regards to Canby. And he's never read such a report as I had written: found/killed beasts, freed slaves. Says an apology is owed to us by Mr. Baylen for his people over reacting in that they went far beyond their duties and authority. Well, Luthor apologized to us, saying those 2 had just finished their training and of course, would be given a refresher course on proper procedures in guard duty. But some how I didn't believe the man. Got the feeling he'd want some payback and he was willing to wait. When asked about the stuff I had taken from those 2 guards, told him I burned it and he could verify it with Tracey. When asked why, told him to teach HS people better manners when talking to people and I'm sure word would get passed around not only among his people on what had happened, but more importantly, among the common fold that happened to see all of this go down. And their weapons? Said they went into a pond a few blocks from here He was even more unhappy about this. Then said which was nicer than my normal reaction at having someone trying to disarm/man handle me and my friends. Asked would my normal reaction be and said I'd of killed both of them. Stunned silence from the 3 of them. Luthor says killing a federal employee is a federal crime and considering how things are now, if I had killed them, there would have been a shoot on sight memo put out on me, if not all 3 of us. I started to say something, but Lew-Allen told me that was enough for now, so I shut up.
Then proceeded to get an a$$ chewing for use of "foul language" in the presence of ladies, my over reacting to what the HS guards tried doing, even if they were wrong. He was sure if we had co-operated, this "incident" wouldn't of been all blown out of context, the destruction of govt. paperwork (the passes/i.d.'s), personal property (guards wallets), theft and destruction of govt. property (HS guns), assaulting HS personnel and let's not forget endangering everyones lives and possible damaging the building with the grenades. He asked me if I had anything to say in my defense, so I turned to Stella and Sanchez and apologized to them for cursing. Stella replied it was okay....she was used to me letting 'em rip. Said when the HS guard grabbed me, I had a green break in my right arm, but refused a cast because it hindered my ability to fight which was the reason for hitting him. Said he could check with the doctors/medics in Sheridan to verify this, along with Sgt. Major Acorn in McMinnville.
Tells me we all work for the govt. with us needing to work together and to remember this in this time of national crisis. I never thought of me working for the govt....I thought I was working for the people, but when dealing with 3 stars, don't disagree. Just get out of sight. Asked him how things were going here and when could people in other cities expect help? Says they're still sorting thru the chaos the earthquake and emp has done, but should be ready in another 2 weeks. (?!) That the federal govt. never anticipated such a magnitude of destruction/calamity dealing with the United States, much less, an entire state. Then asked him if they had done various things as I had suggested to the Col. And each reply was met with they hadn't thought of that. Thing is, with each suggestion on my part, I got the feeling of more and more hostility from Lew-Allen/Luthor and couldn't figure out why until later. Got the feeling they thought they were being shown up short (as in not doing their jobs) with each idea/suggestion and tells me these are all good suggestions, but HS was short on manpower and wondered how I came up with them. Told him it wasn't me, but a retired Army Sgt. Bilko. Says he'd like to meet the man and shake his hand. Told him he was actually a she and preferred to stay out of the lime light. He wanted to know about the Oregon militia and told him how I made it up in the beginning to frighten beasts, but later on, others decided it needed to be formed. He'd been told I was in charge of it and told him no. That a ex-Navy Ensign Pulver started it, but I hadn't seen him in awhile. Lew-Allen tells Luthor these were excellent ideas and he wanted his men to start working on them, using prisoners to get it done faster. And that told me there must be a sh*t load of "prisoners".
Then Luthor tells me having just been informed of the supplies on the train, he expects us to give HS ALL supplies found on the train. Told him that he and HS could go f*ck themselves. While your people were busy beating up on unarmed people who were looking for food to just survive, they weren't protecting them from the beasts who were busy looting stores, raping and murdering people. And let me guess why: because the beasts were armed and would of shot your people to f*cking rag dolls. His face got all red and said I must be lying because his people never reported anything like this. I replied that his people must of been running/hiding from beasts the entire time and by the way, those people that fled Salem because of lack of ANY govt. help/protection are now armed and have a f*ck you attitude towards the govt. Luthors attitude/words were "we are a FEDERAL govt. agency working during a state of national emergency and people HAVE TO recognize our authority and obey when we give orders/expect them to do things. I said really....like throwing people in concentration camps because they're simply trying to get food/supplies so they can survive? And including killing the same people who didn't want to give what they found to your people? The first time you try your sh*t outside of Salem, you're going to have your peoples heads added to the beasts piles we started a month ago.
I turned to Lew-Allen and said with all due respect sir, get this goose stepping, mother f*cking asshole away from me. Luthor says that's twice I've made threats concerning HS personnel and because of that, he was placing me under arrest until further notice! Then he takes a step towards me and while I backed up 2 steps, put my hand on my 9 and told him one more step and I'll kill you. He says go ahead, you won't have time or the distance for a head shot, I've got a 5th degree as a black belt AND I've got body armor. I replied yeah, for your upper body, but not your crotch. And if I have the time, I'll shoot both of your knee caps. Considering how medical treatment is now, don't think you're going to be happy being pushed in a wheelchair while p*eing & sh*tting in a colostomy bag the rest of your life. Man, that stopped him cold. That's when Lew-Allen tells us that's enough from both of us and he'd talk with Luthor privately later about this matter. Until further notice, I and the two with me were NOT to be bothered in any way, shape or form by HS personnel. Did he understand that? Well, Luthor leaves and I made sure I was at least 10 feet away from in case he decided to just jump me. Thing is, I think what changed his mind was Stella/Sampson had their hands on their pistols and they spread out once I put my hand on my 9. And proceeded to get another a$$ chewing for language and threatening Luthor. Says after hearing/seeing me, he's having considerable doubts about my worthiness as an Army officer even if it's only a temporary thing. But why did I have the feeling he was barking like an old, toothless dog? Then the thought came to me: does he/Chevon know each other.....something wasn't right.
----------------- Okay....this chapter is finally done. Took a quick break to look at a online video game Daryll (brother) was looking at called The Long Dark and you need Steam to play it. It's still being updated, but looks interesting. As to Andy suddenly getting froggy with Luthor, been there, done that. Basically my attitude at the time was you can kill me, but you can't eat me which is why I don't have all my teeth. Ham radio info is available which is why if (not when of course), I get one, I won't get my license. Kibbles & bits is military slang for medals one gets while in service. I only got a couple, like serving while the Vietnam war was going on or outstanding unit award. And if you're wondering, no, I never did get a good conduct medal during my 10 years in. Hope to put in chapter 61 tomorrow.
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Post by willc453 on Sept 21, 2014 19:56:39 GMT -6
Don't know why, but some how part of chapter 60 got entered twice, so I removed the incomplete chapter.
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Post by kaijafon on Sept 22, 2014 17:50:08 GMT -6
Thank you so much!!!
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Post by willc453 on Sept 27, 2014 19:56:16 GMT -6
The Layover Chapter 61 Summers Ranch McMinnville, Oregon August 9th Friday (contd)
But then made the mistake of stating (instead of suggesting) that if HS loosened its grip on the throat of the people around here, they'd get co-operation instead of resistance. THAT did not go over well with him and tells me he has other duties to attend to and to speak with Capt. Sanchez. So Sanchez/I talked for about 10 minutes about some of the things we had done in McMinnville/Beaverton. People here are just digging holes and covering up their sh*t....no one thought of getting a Sani-hut truck running and port a potties, hitting the propane places, etc. Didn't mention anything about generators at RV storage places. Figure on maybe getting some trucks from McMinnville to here and figure it's time Salem started a militia chapter. Anything to stand up to these HS a$$holes and their mandatory bracelets, work camps, etc. Thing is, she's (Mendoza) still p*ssed at me because not only of my attitude/words toward her and the general (you are NOT his equal it would do well for you to remember this), but I got a parting shot at her before leaving. Let Stella/Sampson out first and stuck my head around the door as I was closing it and said it's interesting. She said what was interesting? Remember me asking you if you wanted mouth to mouth, etc.? When she said yes (and a look of disgust on her face), I said I noticed you never said no and closed the door.
Get downstairs and there's Chevon/Tracey. First thing she wants to know was how my arm was and told her it would be okay. And if it wasn't, we could call our deal off because I wasn't going to endanger any of the militia. She seemed satisfied with my answer. Then asks what did I want in pay for the militia. Told her 6 cases of canned food a week per person and I'll be taking 30 people with me. She thought I could use the guard and told her why that wasn't going to happen. We did some haggling and we're getting 2 1/2 cases per person. AND if any of the horses got killed/loose, I was not responsible for them. Since she never brought up the bows, figure finders keepers. She thought 30 people were a bit much, but told her if you're asking for my help and paying as agreed upon, I know for a fact it's going to be a b*tch. And these people in the militia have families....who will provide for them while they're gone? Told her I needed a week so the militia could get used to riding/familiar with the horses and she wasn't having any of that. Thing is, got 3 days which was the least I hoped to get and first day starts tomorrow. From Tracey, got a list of 4 towns/businesses that Chevon has not only employees at, but apparently there's financial/business paperwork that has to be retrieved. We have 3 weeks to take care of everything and if she's not satisfied with our progress, our agreement would be terminated. If satisfactory, said she would have other jobs for me and the militia. And speaking of snagging, able to grab a couple of phone books, even getting some for Sampson/Stella to carry. Tracey looked at me and I explained it as future tp, which she accepted. Just wanted to know what was available around here.... no way HS can be everywhere, watching everything. And if we're to do anything, it'll have to be quick. Well, we got ready to go back, but had Tracey stop at the building where I had stashed the HS guards guns and got them out of the closet. She looks at me in total disbelief that I was keeping them, but didn't say a word. Told her I was sorry that I had gotten her into trouble with Chevon and that had never been my intention. Didn't get a reply.
I had talked with one of the HS people on our way out. Told her that I had been sent to pick up ammo and supplies for the national guard in Beaverton because of the number of attacks it had been fighting off. Showed her my paperwork stating I was a Capt. in the national guard AND Lew-Allens paper work stating I was to be given any and all, etc. Think his paperwork did the trick and got an authorization for 50K of 5.56, 10K of 22LR, 5K of AK ammo with directions to HS's distribution center. Asked Tracey to stop at these addresses as there was some things I needed to pick up in way of supplies so the burden of supporting the militia wasn't all on Chevons shoulders. God, sometimes I just love the way the govt. works. The HS guy never questioned my wanting MRE's to boot. But Tracey about had a cow when it was loaded into the back and on top of the Suburban along with 200 cases of MRE's and 110 cases of canned food. She wasn't happy with the fact of having to remove the 3rd seat (which was tied on the SUV's roof) in Suburban to make room for some of the stuff. She had to call for two pickup trucks with trailers to take some of this stuff.
When we got back to Summers place, Stella had some of the girls take off to see Rosemary and get everybody we could in getting everything off the trains asap, but hide the train as I told her that HS is probably going to confiscate it for troop movement...you know, to bring "stability" to the surrounding areas and possible return with a lot of HS people ready to do some shooting. And with them confiscating food in the warehouses and all of that, figure what ever farms are around here are going to be next. And give Rosemary a heads up about "Ensign Pulver" as the starter/head of the militia and of course, "Sgt. Bilko". The ammo/mre's/canned food got off loaded quickly along with the rifles and paperwork from the 2 HS guys. Had one of the girls pass the ham radio address book to Acorn with the request he make a couple of dozen copies to pass around to other guard units.
Thing is, thought Acorn had forgotten about sending someone to someones to keep check on me. Not so....he's sent
-------------------------------------------- Yeah, I know this is a rather short chapter (2 pages), but after learning how cutting/pasting can help, once I started writing, I just let myself go till I got to this part. Then started cutting/pasting to form new chapters, with it ending here. 62 is done (6 pages), but want to go thru it again and 63 is about 4 pages long. Finally figured out how I wanted to handle something which will be in probably 64. Everyone I sure has heard about how much ammo the govt.'s been buying the past year or so....well, they gotta stash it somewhere. And from what I read online, the post office is suppose to have ordered 1,000,000 rounds of 22LR?! Yeah, right. Maybe many of us remember reading how the govt. failed to act quickly/decisively after Katrina/Sandy, so figure part of the govt. is going to being thinking in doing things the old/same way which is why Andy took the chance of hitting HS for supplies....which he figures/hopes is really going to p*ss off Luthor. What happens on that little matter is in another chapter. Some may ask why didn't Andy finish his sentence about Acorn? Chapter 63 or 64. Or maybe later....and remember, while this is a diary, Andy doesn't always have the time to write about what he's been doing, so some of things he's doing will be mentioned in other chapters.
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Post by kaijafon on Sept 28, 2014 7:13:12 GMT -6
Thank you! I just figured that something had "interrupted" his writing. I really like his tenacity (sp?)
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Post by willc453 on Sept 29, 2014 16:58:51 GMT -6
Well, Andy's kind of anal retentive when it comes to his diary, especially now with the girls kicking him to the curb. Yeah, he's with April, but it's not the same. He was kind of surprised when they let him hold their hands (which was A BIG THING to him) and then later on able to put his arm around their waists.....and can you imagine how he felt when he was not only giving/getting kisses, but getting them with tongue to boot? Figured out one thing happening in a future chapter, but thinking of changing chapter 63 to a different direction based on what happens in 62. Also doing more online/phone calling/visiting research. New characters coming in 62. I try not to be a total t*rd, so remember how Andy hates heights and his flying thru the air on that horse? And now Andy's going for a airplane ride..... Hopefully I can submit 62 by next weekend. Even though it's already written, what happens in 63 and 64 may change the date/location of his entry/entries on all 3 chapters.
And for anyone reading The Affected story by me, re-writing a couple of chapters on it too.
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Post by blg on Sept 30, 2014 14:57:14 GMT -6
Pretty good story. Been pursuing it for a coupla weeks. "Andy reminds me of an old Sargent I knew in Germany. What a card he was. Thanks so far and keep it up, appreciate it.
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Post by willc453 on Oct 12, 2014 23:09:46 GMT -6
The Layover Chapter 62 Johns Trading Post Woodburn, Oregon August 15th Thursday
It's said any plane crash you can walk away from is a good one. Was busy writing the other day when one of Johns people said if we were going to be bullsh*t bomber people, it helps to be on the plane. Mad scramble by us getting to the airport. But then heard April call my name and said wasn't I forgetting something and I thought of....nothing. Figured she wanted a kiss, so gave her a quick one and said I gotta go. Then it was Aaanndddyy and when I around, she not only had her husbands compound bow in her hand, but a quiver filled with all the arrows! Tells me she knew I couldn't be lugging a case around with me, so she traded a can of food to someone who not only had a piece of leather, but knew how to make a quiver from it! Son of a b*tch....that wasn't something I ever expected. That is, not only carrying a bow/arrows in a plane, but having a quiver for the arrows. I just looked at it and said Jesus, that shines, that really does. Was thinking of Charleston Heston in his movie with Brian Keith in The Mountain Men when Charles Indian girl made him a shirt out of deer or elk hide all fancied up. Yeah, she knew how pleased I was with it. Told her she had better be ready when I got back because when I did, the puddy cat wasn't going to get any rest that night. She actually blushed, then smiled....and of course, the girls there heard what I said and started hooting and saying all sorts of sh*t about her/me.
We had distributed copies of What's Happening between us, with Sampson to fly to the north and west of us, but that's after he got the chance to see Cici, while Stella was to go to the east. then south (avoiding Salem for obvious reasons) and me, to the north and east. Keith Richards was my pilot and once we got to the airport, everyone talked it over on what we were suppose to do. Kind of strange....feeling every bump as you go down the taxi way. Thing is, I've always had a fear of heights and I sure as f*ck DO NOT like looking out the window and seeing so many small things that are big in real life. Asked Keith if we could get lower, so he took us down to 500 feet. At least the planes had cb's installed and John said we might get up to a 50 mile reception from them, so at least the 3 of us are able to keep in touch with each other and the airport at McMinnville and of course, the drivers in Beaverton/Woodburn.
Jesus, parts of Oregon's starting to look like some 3rd world sh*t hole....quake was only the beginning, then add the looting and uncontrolled fires....and it's been a little over a month since all this started? One of the things we were looking for was groups of people, which actually wasn't that hard to find over some neighborhoods. Everyone I figured was curious to see us flying over head and wondering who we were. When we found some (at least several dozen) Keith would wiggle his wings, then we'd drop lower (to 100 feet) and I'd roll down the window a little bit and let loose some leaflets. The people could see Oregon National Guard written on the wings/ fuselage, wave at us, then scrambling to pick up the leaflets. Maybe there's a better way, but everyone agreed this was the quickest for mass communications if that's the right word term for it. Think what scares everyone the most is lack of knowledge of what's happening. Except for the temp governor, HS and Lew-Allen, no one seems to know what's really going on here, the U.S. or the rest of the world. Surprised at the number of people near water at first, but realized people had to have it to survive. Not just for drinking, but what ever fish they might get out of it or animals trying to get a drink themselves.
Started north, then east to fly over the Beaverton guard unit to drop leaflets, then south along I-5 to Woodburn as I wanted to know what was going on there. Surprised to see a semi headed north with a couple of pickup trucks as escort, so had Keith buzz him/waggling the wings, then tossed out a couple of leaflets. Saw the truck stop and a guy get out to pick them up. Then tried raising the driver on the cb, but no luck. Found out why later. Didn't take long to hit the Woodburn guard area and after tossing out some leaflets, Keith said he was ready to land. Wrote a quick note on one of the leaflets and when got over some people, tossed it out. It got grabbed, read and people started moving out of the roadway. Could see the open field and from it, a lot of gardens growing/planted. And could see where John, etc. had their place and it looked like it had grown in size.
Truth is, my a$$ kind of clenched the seat as we landed....one thing to be in a 727 and seeing the ground 20 feet or so below you while landing, another when it's only a few feet and wonder if you're going to plow into the ground with a piece of landing gear up your a$$ instead of landing. Keith, being a show off, taxied a hundred feet or so to the guard gate, then swung the plane around before shutting everything off. Then everyone had to wait for Sampson & his pilot to land, etc. Sampson wasted no time leaving to look for Cici.
Oh yeah....one hellacious crowd (several hundred) watching us, coming over to find who we were, etc., but the guard kept the people back till we got out of the plane. A Col. Silverman was waiting for us, so I saluted and reported who we were. He kind of looks at me and says "wait a minute, are you the one that was recruited as a private a few weeks ago, then recommended for a promotion to 2nd lieutenant last week on Major Mendoza's and others request and if so, why are you reporting as a captain? Then see Mendoza followed by Blevins and called out to them, telling Mendoza congratulations on the promotion when I saw his oak leaves. Blevin's giving me the evil eye (as always)and couldn't help myself when I asked him if he's been involved in any big bird races lately. Some of the people had seen what happened earlier and of course, word had spread around. And people started laughing....Mendoza just kind of smiled and Blevins told Silverman he was sure Sgt. Bilko here has a good explanation for everything....as always. Took Silverman a few seconds to understand what Blevins was meaning. At least Mendoza said there was a lot more to me than what the Col. was seeing and got more leaflets from the plane and asked they be passed out among the guard people.
Find out later Blevins/Acorn had kept in contact. Sh*t, that is NOT what I wanted to be hearing....or maybe it's a good thing hearing about it. Thing is Silverman/Blevins NEVER GOT a more per personalized/in depth copy of the McMinnville Colonels/guards reports on what happened in Canby via Acorn. We both figured Acorn believed it would be passed to the guard here, but Blevins was going to take care of that because we both know dupes are always kept just in case. Col. Silverman wanted a quick report on everything from the time we left when Mendoza was in charge.
Started explaining what happened to us when we left here a month ago, leaving nothing out. Well, there were a few things, but what the h*ll.... Later on, told them privately what had been found at the train and Canby. This was the first they had heard of any fighting like this. Why hadn't the Col. in McMinnville passed the word up here, though Lew-Allen had mentioned his after action report to me earlier. Why wasn't this info passed to other guard units? Maybe Lew-Allen or someone in his office isn't telling everyone everything because they don't have a need to know as in HS stamping everything Top Secret? Told they lost 14 more people here and now recruiting people from the surrounding area to be in the guard, they're getting that short handed. And things are getting worse in Beaverton. Johnson and a couple of other guard people are giving the newbies basic training/military tactics. These people and their families are getting fed and that's it. And even so, it's starting to become a strain. Silverman was going to have Janet, her people and the guys return here if possible and would be sending word to them tomorrow.
They weren't furious that I/we had been cutting of heads after telling them about the raping of women, children and some men. The 2 "Catholic priests" we caught b*tt f*cking two 7 year old boys and what I did in response. That snuff films weren't being sold, but actually souvenirs along with "baseball cards" showing the number of things a beast has done like rape, sodomy, murder, etc. with their photo on the card. Silverman wanted to know what was done with this stuff and told him we've got people going thru them right now as the cards have the name of the member/gang the beast belongs to. Said that we sent copies of a lot of this stuff to Army intelligence to look over and I let them think they were in Salem as I didn't want to mention Adams name/blow her cover. Said there was a lot of stuff to go thru, there was that much to copy. But we hoped to start posting wanted posters of what we considered the more ruthless ones and in this case, I made sure we got Lisp, Turtle, etc. on our sh*t list, with payment in food or some type of other supplies we may have such as ammo. Told them what the freebie money actually meant/got....they looked beyond mad....basically in a state of rage.
Asked if they'd heard of the Oregon State militia and said yes, but no idea there was any real organization to ever begin with. And they were kind of up in the air about it...you know, being possible loose cannons, etc. So explained how it came into being and what we've been doing to clear the countryside of them. Silverman looked at me in disbelief, asking I started the militia rumor just to frighten those I call beasts? Said yes and no....it seems to be working because we haven't had any sh*t happening in the Sheridan or McMinnville area in awhile. And when possible, put a score board of the beasts that we killed. All Mendoza could say was Jesus. Told them what we went thru at The Farms and they were again shocked along with understanding basically ALL the women there are not only armed, but have been in several battles already. Social excuses for beasts are over and I plan on starting to recruit people for another militia based out of here. They wanted to know how many are in the militia and told them 1,000+ and growing every day. Figured if more people know about this, maybe we'll get more recruits and maybe, just maybe, get the beasts to start backing up. We're all not running around looking for beasts to kill. Trying to work together as a group to see people get fed, shelter, etc.....basically the same thing the guard is trying to do here, but without any governmental help.
Silverman said the Portland area is off limits to the guard by order of Lew-Allen simply because of the "total anarchy by wanton looters" as Lew-Allen calls them Told him by amazing coincidence, the militia has business to do up there and would he mind us passing thru? He wasn't too happy with the idea of a bunch of armed civilians passing thru, but he understood once I explained to him and everyone how I became a captain. Mendoza said "Jesus, Andy....what have you gotten yourself into this time?" Told him I didn't know, but the beasts were ORGANIZED in Canby. That town was owned and run by beasts....question is, what town is next....or worse yet, are there others just like it. These people weren't people who decided to go bad.... These were GANGS COOPERATING with each other, with Canby being an R&R place for them and how many miles is it from Salem for this sh*t to go unnoticed by the govt., guard or HS? Told them it reminded me of The Warriors, then explained the movie to them. What do you want to bet they've already divided up Portland? Told them I wanted to fly north and east to check on the hydroelectric plant past The Dulles and maybe, go east enough to just maybe find that cattle ranch in Idaho. THAT got their attention and took more explaining along with getting that wood locomotive running. With a bunch of boxcars, maybe we can start hauling cattle from Idaho to as far south as Ashland.....or potatoes. Thing is, we're looking for a Union Pacific railroad locomotive rebuilding plant they have here in Oregon. Mendoza asked why I hadn't mentioned this when I was first here and told him I had just heard about it myself. It was another first for them. Biggest problem was the railroad tracks....they're tore up in places, some of them for a couple of miles which means rebuilding the rails. That much we saw flying up here. But if we can get the regular diesel locomotives running, repair the tracks, then start bringing food and other supplies here.... Thing is, don't know how the rails are between Oregon and Idaho. They had talked of using trucks to haul cattle in, but decided it wasn't a good idea to just head off into the unknown for a maybe source of food.
Silverman asked if any of this information had been given to Lew-Allen and I said no. When asked why, told him we had a difference of opinion....mainly, he thought I was giving orders to him when they were meant as suggestions. Blevins said I always did have such tact with people. Kind of surprised he used my first name instead of my rank. Don't know if that's a good/bad thing. They're also running low on basic medical supplies, but at least they were able to grab one of those generators I hauled up north a month ago. They've hit a few medical supply places, but medicine (drugs) are basically gone along with simple things like bandages. Asked for and got addresses of 2 medical supply places in Portland. Told Silverman no promises, but while we're up there, we'll check it out for you. Told them about Luthor, the HS and the camps....of course, what I told them publicly and Blevins privately were 2 different versions. They didn't look happy about this HS news, especially when I told them what I thought of Luthor. Airports in Beaverton/Woodburn got hit as in the burning of all aircraft about a week earlier. Once again, word hadn't been passed about the attack at McMinnville's airport. Only good news was the landing strip and underground fuel tanks hadn't been damaged. Said maybe we can start getting a shuttle of some kind going between Sheridan, McMinnville, Woodburn and Beaverton. They thought this was a good idea, so wrote that down on my note which was beginning to look more like a letter than a note! Another surprise for them was hearing some of the cell phone towers were up/running at least in the Salem area. So now, they're going to hunt for everyone's cell phone and start charging them....IF they weren't fried by the emp. Suggested they offer a reward for any new, still in the box cell phone. Of course, no guarantee they'll work, but still....
Talked with Blevins privately which I think surprised him when I nudged him and nodded to an office where he told a couple of the guard people to get out until we were done. Told him about the HS warehouses and gave him a hand written copy of several of the small HS supply depots that are suppose to be scattered around here. When asked why didn't I mention this to the Col., I said remember how you guys got NOTHING from McMinnville via the trains? So if you just happen to have some of your people on patrol and find anything.... He got another surprise when I gave him 500 rounds of 22LR and wanted to know what this was for. Asked him to have his people start passing it out to those along the rivers, streams, etc. to hunt with and maybe somebody will tells us something about the beasts as a bonus because we know that game is getting harder and harder to find, so they gotta go further in search of it and that just might include the Portland area. Another smile from him. Also told him that I'd do my best to see he got some blank HS I.D. cards in the next couple of days, but he'd have to find some way to put photos on them and laminate 'em. I suggested finding the old Polaroid cameras and when taking photos of the people, making sure the facial photos of them is 2 x 1/2 inches. Then made a copy of my captains promotion and with a little word processing done on it, came up with a blank stating the bearer of this document was authorized to with draw supplies from HS supplies....signed by the General of course. Acorn really smiled at this one, but asked if it was legal. Said no one, especially the General, never said I couldn't authorize others to get supplies, so it's legal until someone at the Generals level of rank or higher refutes it as we're still under martial law as far as I know. Blevins said he knew just the people for this and he'd have people headed for Salem before it got dark. Then he surprised me when he gave me a list of over 2 dozen addresses in the Portland area, saying some of the guard people here had left family behind to deal with the earthquake and did I understand? I said oh yeah and got a couple of maps from him. I also gave him 1,000 rounds of 5.56 saying I had planned on giving it to John/his trading post but your people needed it more just before I got in the plane a 2nd time.
Had just enough time to see how John, etc. were doing and they/I was glad to see each other and saw the trading post had gotten bigger. One thing that I didn't think of was tractors, you know, the mid/small sized ones by Kubota and Case and they got them from a dealership here in town. And seems some people had farm tools as lawn ornaments, like plows, etc. Rusty to all sh*t and gone, but useable after Pearl Diver and her mechs got to working on them. Then, of course, there was the 2 feed stores in the area and they got stripped of everything useable by the guard, including seed. Seems when shtf, the looters didn't realize what was of actual value. They hope to have fresh veggies in another month or two.
In talking with Silverman, etc., when I told them about the mre's, Woodburn never got any. Got the feeling they went from the McMinnville base right to Salem and guess who? Told them we could give them 100 cases and if they got a truck to Sheridan, I'd see they'd get them. So wrote a note explaining who the driver was/from and why he/she was there along with checking out the feed stores, tractor/rental places. Marcy asked how the girls were doing and when I said they were doing okay, she knew something had happened between us and it wasn't good for me. Told her it was a long story and I'd tell her about it some other time. Food is being brought in from farms in the surrounding areas with armed escorts of course. Some of the people from here are staying at these places as additional security. The farm people already have been hit by people fleeing the cities because of the earthquake, emp and beasts with it getting ugly, including several homes on the farms being burned to a degree before the survivors were driven away. A lot of cattle got killed, but at least most of it was saved by smoking/cooking it and the farmers sending word to the guard they needed help and there was food for starving people IF they had transportation in getting to/from the farms. Of course, a lot of corn and some other veggies got picked too. Pearl Diver and her people have been moving trailers for people to live in around here and by the rivers. Mainly kids living in them with the parents sleeping under the trailers. Got 3 t-shirts from John who also offered me other stuff including gold/silver coins. Thought of taking a couple cans of food, but I had 3 days worth of food on me and if not taking it gave John/etc. a better chance of making it as traders.... They all started laughing when I brought up the ostrich, but really happy for us when I told about it laying eggs. They haven't seen an egg since I left. I suggested they start looking in the trees for them and didn't understand until I explained.
John said they were raising rabbits and had just killed 4 for trade. Asked if I had any ammo to spare....seems EVERYONE is running short on it, including the guard and that surprised me. Asked if anyone had AK's and told some people did, so said I'd add 5K of 5.56 and 2K of AK to the note along with 2 dozen mre's. I'd give more, but the militia has been killing a lot of beasts. Gave them 1,000 rounds of 22LR which they were all quite happy to see. Told them about HS and its warehouses and they got p*ssed, not that I blame them. Said I was looking at starting another militia here and what did they think of it? Apparently, some people (couple of dozen) already formed a kind of militia, basically trying to keep order where ever the guard isn't. John's not up to running it and Benny says it's way beyond him. So asked John to find someone he'd recommend and when I got back, I'd talk with these people. Thing is, John's not looking too good and I asked Marcy/Benny on what was wrong with him....he wasn't looking as pink/normal flesh wise. Told he hasn't been on his oxygen that much, so he's been cutting back on how much he uses every day. I knew they wanted me to look for some without them asking and told them you know I'll look for it.
When you think about it, there's really not a whole lot of medical supplies available once the supply line (truck delivery) is cut. Pearl Diver and her crew got 4 regular and 1 heavy tow truck running and they hit all the ambulance places, towing a couple here, the rest to the hospital. More like mini aid stations than anything else. Yeah, they had been trashed by people looking for drugs and of course, the syringes were missing in all of them. But what ever was left, has helped. Was glad to see Pearl Diver and find out the drivers have a code for being on the cb....add the month with the day and you'd find them on that channel. Some drivers almost got bushwhacked by responding to what they thought was a drivers call for help. But Mendoza started putting armed national guard people in pickup trucks as escorts. Then Keith came over saying if we're going to do any sight seeing, we have to go now. Warned her, John and the others about Luthor because of what he wanted to do with our planes.
Keith said we had about 8 hours of gas left to fly, which meant we could fly for 6 hours before having to return to the new base. He wanted at least an hour of fuel left over just in case. Told him that sounded good to me because the last thing I'd want to be doing is any walking from up north to at least back here. There was enough room for us to go around Sampsons plane and then of course, take off. Headed north, with us staying at 1,000 feet because I wanted to see things a bit closer than say, 3-4,000 feet, but not so high that I might feel air sick/dizzy from looking down.
Within 10-15 minutes, we're over Portland and then the sea side of it. I couldn't hardly recognize any of it, it was that bad tore up. ALL bridges were down and could see where that one hazmat tunnel was filled with water. One thing that did make me happy was seeing another generator by a hospital.....kind of looked like one of the ones I brought up. Thing is, it was resting on its side. Just hoped it wasn't damaged or maybe Pearl Diver and her crew could just fix it. Called that in to Pearl Diver. Headed a bit further north to where the river enters the ocean and of course the bridge connecting Oregon/Washington was gone. What surprised me that it seemed more like a lagoon than a river....how many feet did the land fall in the quake? Up north, could see a really big forest fire going and pointed it out to Keith. He looked kind of pale and I was thinking/asking something's wrong with the plane? Said no....it looks like Mount St. Helen's active again. Frankly, I didn't give a sh*t until he started talking about the amount of ash from that eruption, what 30 years or so ago? Thing is, if it goes off again, will it set off more earthquakes? Saw a bunch of boats on the water and all we could do was Keith wagging his wings at them as we flew over head. Saw where we and all the women from Hooters spent part of the evening, finding Queenie/Prince, etc. From time to time, we'd have people coming out of their homes, gather together and wave to us, so I'd toss some more leaflets. Along with seeing my truck still sitting there, south of there, saw what was left of a half a dozen or so bodies and wondered if that's where Aarons party got jumped.
Ah sh*t....Marcy's on my a$$ about writing so quitting for now. The "but mom, just a little bit longer please" routine doesn't work on her. Says I'm pushing myself too much and need to rest.
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Post by crf78112 on Oct 13, 2014 2:56:36 GMT -6
Good chapter, thank you.
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Post by willc453 on Oct 13, 2014 12:07:22 GMT -6
The Layover Chapter 63 Johns Trading Post Woodburn, Oregon August 16th
Then we saw a large group of people and I'm talking at least a couple of hundred, with vehicles (?!) and started to get a bad feeling about this, when suddenly I'm hearing sound like hail hitting the roof of a car if that's the best description for it and wondering wtf is that from? Thought it couldn't be hail as we had good visibility all around us and the clouds were way up above us. That's when Keith skidded the airplane to the right and up, something I wasn't ready for and about threw up as it felt like I left my stomach a couple of hundred feet below us. Told Keith to be careful and give me some warning next time or I'd be filling this airplane with puke. Keith said better puke, than bullet holes and THAT got my attention for all of a few seconds because then, the engine stopped. F*ck me....we ran out of gas? Asked Keith who said no, we only got lucky in not being shot, BUT apparently, one of the bullets hit a gas line to the engine! Said we were lucky that none of the shooters actually hit the wing tanks cause if that had happened, we would of been really screwed. That's when I noticed/felt the breeze inside the cockpit....and counted 9 holes. He wasn't sure if he could repair the fuel line or not, but he had to land asap while he had a running engine. Scary part was the engine cutting in/out even while he was talking and every time the engine died, my b*tt checks clenched the seat cushions. Keith had headed south automatically back towards Beaverton and asked him if we could make it back there or better yet, to Woodburn. No was his answer. I got on the cb and started calling out a mayday....thing was, getting no answer even though I saw we were putting out a signal. Had Keith give me a compass heading and broadcasted that.
And when it rains, it pours....I could see at least a dozen people on motorcycles trying to follow us below. Then thought I saw it.... where I dropped Patricia off at her parents house so long ago. Asked Keith to swing over that way which he did, he also dropped down to 100 feet and I knew her home was below us. Asked if he could land on the street and said no way....street wasn't wide enough. Then we saw people coming out of some of the houses and when they waved at us, tossed some leaflets. Could see a golf course, but Keith said while he could land there, where would he get something to use as a fuel line? He wanted to know why here and not further south. I came up with the excuse the sooner we land, the quicker a repair could be made....AND maybe the engine won't catch fire from any leaking gas. Patricias neighborhood streets were too narrow and had some cars in the middle of the street or parked on the curbs, so we couldn't land there, but then he sees an intersection that was 4 lanes wide each to land on about 6 blocks away. Having gotten lucky earlier, we then got unlucky. What we didn't know at the time was one of the bullets had hit the right main tire and when we landed, the tire peeled like a banana, with the hub rolling on the asphalt for all of a few seconds, then dug into it. That not only snapped us to the right, we did a ground loop/skidded a bit with us coming to a stop when we hit a car with the left wing tip. Neither of us was expecting anything like this and we both got snapped back and forth. I hit something and when I came to, had blood in my mouth. Spat it out and was thinking I'm f*cked if my dentures are broke. They weren't, but in feeling what's left of my 5 real teeth, one was loose and thinking that's not too bad. Figure the bottom plate will keep it in place and it'll heal or find a dentist who could put a cap on it, though no idea how he/she would do this without power, etc. Then the tooth comes off in my hand?! It broke just below the lower plate, though the plate itself wasn't damaged. But my right arm had hit something and it ached like a mother f*cker and wondered if I really broke it this time. Couldn't feel any bulging bone like I think a broken arm should have. Glasses had come off my face of course, but at least the cords I had them on, kept them around my neck. Add to this was banging my left knee, maybe on the panel or stick?
Then I'm hearing a tick, tick, tick noise and it took me a few seconds to realize/understand it was the engine cooling off....WITH A LEAKING GAS LINE ON IT?! I popped that seat belt off so quick and was out of the plane even quicker and hauling a$$ for at least 50 feet before I came to my senses. Turned and realized Keith was still in the plane, so went back to see how he was. He was knocked out and fought his f*ckin' door to get it opened....it was a little tweaked. Dragged him about 50 feet away and put his body behind a car, figuring I had to get our weapons/my day pack if we're going to survive. Having just a pistol wasn't going to make it as far as I was concerned....and I kept hearing tick, tick, tick, but this time, I could not only SMELL the gas, could see some of it dripping from the left wing tip area! Got my AR, the ammo bag, then the day pack which gave me a bunch of sh*t with the bow strapped to it, followed by the quiver and then, Keiths AR. Had to climb into the plane to get this stuff, then I saw a flicker of flame pop out from under the cowling! About sh*t my pants when I saw that....later on found out I had wet my pants a bit. Been tossing the gear out my open door and went out that way with Keiths AR. Tried holding stuff spread evenly between both hands, but my right couldn't take the weight of the daypack/bow, it was hurting that much. Quiver was the heaviest thing it could hold. I ran for 100 feet or so and that's when the plane exploded pushing me thru the air ala Home Depot. Fortunately, I wasn't thrown against any car, just pushed downwards into the asphalt with didn't do my right arm any good. Then had to make a wide berth around the flaming debris of the plane/burning cards and was worried about Keith as part of the car I had stashed him behind was also on fire. Dropped everything behind another car 20-30 feet away from his car, then ran/hobbled to drag him to safety. There were pools of flames all around us and could see where his shirt was on fire. My concern was getting his a$$ out of the flames and couldn't carry him....right arm couldn't take the pain/stress, so dragged him to a spot clear of flames and beat out the shirt fires with my bare hands. Then dragged him inside a small shopping center/mall....and wondered if this was where/in the area where Patricia had those guys asking her for help in reading their map, then back to get our stuff. Thing is, that's when I realized not only had I left my canteen in the plane, but Keiths small daypack! And I knew he had kept several bottles of water in it, because I had handed him one while we were in the air along with 4 magazines for his AR in that small bag. And of course, he had a small canvas tool bag that also got burned up, then a 2nd trip to get our stuff.
Didn't know if the bikers were still after us or how long it would be before they found us, but wasn't taking any chances. Drag Keith into a arts/crafts store which had been looted and started looking for a bathroom or backroom and found both. Checked him out kind of quick and he had one h*ll of knot on his head. The bathroom was out of the question....someone had died in it and it was really, really bad. Best I could do was put Keith in a corner of the storeroom, cover him with some flattened out cardboard boxes, then some empty ones on top of them, followed by a couple of metal shelving units that were put at an angle so none of their weight was on him. Left him 2 magazines, then headed for the back door. It was those bikers that worried me....how close were they? No ladder to the roof of course, but they did have a dumpster. Thing is, it was too short for me to even attempt jumping up and leveraging myself onto the roof top. Then saw a bunch of milk/soda pop crates behind a mom/pop dollar store kind of place and had to make a couple of stacks not only to get onto the dumpster, but then onto the roof. Scurry over to the front of the store and not seeing anything at first, then see about a dozen or so people running towards the burning plane. Laying flat on the roof and the f*cker's warm, almost hot as it was about 80 plus that day.
A couple of the women are screaming for the 3 men with them to try and rescue us from the burning plane and they told them there was no way that we were even alive and that's when I decided to stand up and told them I made it, but my partner, the pilot didn't. Told them to remain where they were and I'd be down in a bit. Find out, they're from Patricia's neighborhood and figured that we were landing and where. They had read What's Happening and it was the first piece of news they'd had since the emp hit.... I mean actual news, not rumors/hear say. Asked them if they knew a Patricia O'Hara and it took me a few seconds to remember her last name because it's been so long. Told the people we needed to get out of here as we were being chased by people on motorcycles and they all looked terrified. One of the gangs had already been thru here, raping, killing and stealing. Some of the people here did have guns and used them to drive them away, but realized that remaining in their homes was no longer an option. The last batch of 32 people (men, women and kids) headed for the national forest east of here with plans on catching fish from the rivers/streams and that was about 2 weeks ago.
There were 3 men, 11 women and 9 kids....that's all that was left living in Patricia's neighborhood out of 300 homes and they looked like sh*t. Last of the liberals and now they were really hurting. Others in their neighborhood tried going south and fell prey to the bikers and who knows what else. They knew, because several of them got away from the bikers on their way south to another city. Then the bikers started going thru the neighborhood looking for other survivors, killing the men except these 3, the women got raped, some got dragged off, including some small children. These people only survived by hiding in the crawl space beneath their homes. They wanted to know was going on govt. wise and told them what was happening in Salem and they're all anxious to get there. In a way, don't blame them, but to live in one of those camps....I dunno. At least it would be safer for 'em, but at what cost? Of course, none knew hot to use a gun though one of the guys and 8 of the women said they'd be willing to learn, so told them about the Oregon state militia. And that's when we heard the bikers coming our way.
------------------------------------- Chapter 63 is (was?) about 11 pages long with me still adding to it when I decided I'd enter 3 pages of the real beginning of Andys airplane ride to make up for not entering 62 last weekend. Tried twice last Sunday/Monday to get 62 in, but kept having typos and then found I had Acorn in Woodland instead of Blevins along with some other things. That's when I decided to just walk away from the story for a bit which gave me time to think what else Andy would/could be involved in after the plane crash. Andy realizes he can't control/ anticipate everything and there comes a time when you have to stop trying to get some things done like leading the militia into Portland per his agreement with Chevon. So what happens with the militia/Portland? Future chapter. Did Sampson/Stella hear Andys mayday call? Future chapter. The new characters I wrote about earlier will be in 64, though I'm still working on adding to it now so don't know when it'll get posted. I've also got at least 5 things that Andy's going to be dealing with/worried about. Mentally, I've got what they are, it's just a case of writing them out.
Also been trying to work on The Affected during this time and came up with some new ideas. More than anything else, wanted the character to have some interaction with the goody two shoe super heroes several times.....and boy, did the Speedster get ticked off at my character.
Anyway, that's what been happening. Hope you enjoy this short/quick chapter and by the way, I've got cotton stuffed in my ears so I won't hear any cries of kittens mewing moar, moar, moar.
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Post by willc453 on Oct 26, 2014 5:02:51 GMT -6
The Layover Chapter 64 Johns Trading Post Woodburn, Oregon August 16th (contd)
They started running for the park where there was a lot of bushes/trees and I said no, go thru the arts/store, keep going till they find some other place to hide and not as a group. I'd fire 4 shots, 30 seconds apart when/if it was okay to come out. They hauled a$$ with me following them. As I passed thru the store, saw the cardboard stirring/moving and checked on Keith who was coming out of it. Grabbed him, his rifle, the magazines and said we have to get out of here NOW! Arms are full and starting to feel the pain in my left leg.....whacked the left side of my knee and the tendons/muscles behind the knee and on a scale of 1 to 10, I was doing a 3-4 and knew the more I walked, the worse it would probably get, but fear is a great motivator. Keith starts coming out of it....enough to where he can almost walk on his own and follow my commands. Figured the best place to hide was on top of the building, so pushed him to the milk crates where we made our way to the top of it, then knocked over a couple of the milk crates so it wouldn't look like a ladder to anyone. Had him lay down, while I crawled on my belly to the edge of the building. Oh f*ck me....14 bikers at least and all armed.
Thing about being on a roof top, you get a great view, but you're f*cked if someone gets inside the building and starts firing thru the roof and all it takes is one shot. The plane and a couple of cars are still burning, but not as big/bright as it had been and I could see the bikers arguing among themselves. They were maybe 100 feet or so from us and then see one walking towards the bushes with toilet paper in hand. Then he leaps into the bushes and I hear a woman screaming as she's being dragged out of the bushes by her hair. The guy calls out, saying looky, looky.....found us some pu$$y. The other guys are hooting/ hollering, saying goddamn/fresh meat, look at the t*ts/a$$ on her, looks like we've found tonights entertainment/ going to busy/no sleep tonight boys. I needed to level the playing field, so dug out my grenades/tear gas, laying them on the rooftop next to me along with 6 magazines for Keith/I to use.
What surprised me was the beast suddenly having a really big f*cking arrow in his neck. The beasts were calling out to him, saying pretty good trick Rubber, how did ya do that/is that an arrow in your neck? When suddenly, there was a 2nd, then a 3rd beast with an arrow in their chests and that stopped all the joking/cat calls from the bikers who started pulling out weapons and shooting at anything/everything. That's when I tossed 2 grenades into their midst/parked bikes. They had become so cocky they had parked their bikes more or less in a group with the grenades knocking over their bikes and shredding gas tanks, then tossed a tear gas grenade among the bikes. It helped that the 2nd grenade was an air burst. The bikers are looking around to see where they being attacked from and tried getting on their bikes, some could, some not because of the busted tanks. Then one of the tanks exploded, sending shrapnel everywhere, hitting more bikes/bikers. I screamed the Winnebago Indian tribe declares war on you white people....kill and scalp 'em all and they broke. I mean, who the f*ck would expect to be hit with arrows, followed by grenades, tear gas AND gunfire? Started shooting the ones leaving on their bikes and started getting returning fire. Grabbed my ammo bag and crawled to another part of the roof and started shooting from there. Thought for a bit that 3 bikers got away, but saw them fall off their bikes, one by one.
Started looking for, but didn't see the woman or the person shooting the arrows. I called out to them, saying hey, Robin Hood/Maid Marion, think I've proved we're friendly. After a bit, the woman comes out from behind some bushes, then I see this guy with a bow in his hand....and he's wearing a partial gilley suit! And getting down was a b*tch with having to drop a couple of feet from the roof top onto the remaining milk crates. At least I didn't fall off of them. After getting down (leaving Keith on top to watch the countryside), find that the womans name is Pamela Silver-Smyth and the guy with her is her grandfather Kevin (call me Kev) Aragon....yeah, I kind of looked at him when he gave me his last name. They're from England. Told them not to stand around with their thumbs up their a$$es and give me a hand gathering weapons and everything else from the bikers bodies. Kev gives a whistle and goddamn, 18 more people pop up out of the park bushes, behind trees, etc.! Everyone got busy putting out the fires, getting weapons, etc. And these people were good in striping everything of any value, including the wallets, etc. after I asked them to do so.
Of course, a couple of them weren't alive once I got done with them. Figured the beasts would be coming back, so decided not to cut their heads off. Instead, used the Mora to scalp 'em and used one of their t-shirts to put the scalps in which I later took back with us. Found I could peel the scalp back once I made a wide incision on the forehead, slide the knife under the skin a little bit, then pulled on it like it was the skin on a catfish but without having to use pliers. All these people (with a few exceptions) are in their late 60's to early/late 70's at least and all 14 guys are retired SAS?!They/their wives were traveling across country in 6 rented motor homes and 2 cheap cars bought off of Craigs list back in Virginia and were visiting old friends....you know, Seals, Green Berets, etc. they knew from back when. They figured if they were going to do this, better now (last chance to see old friends) as some of them had died before the shtf. Kev wasn't the only one with a bow....there were 2 others, which explained where/how the beasts got so many arrows in 'em. They had been near the Oregon border when the emp hit and they figured out real quick what had happened. Several of their wives and a couple of their guys died of heart attacks....just a lot of physical work for them just to be walking so much and not much food.
Was busy for a bit looking for anything to use as a paint pot and ended up using a hub cap to drain beast blood in and a stick to pain with. On the front of the arts/crafts store I painted:
Winnebago Indians: 16 Beasts: 0
Want your colors back? Come get 'em white man. We need more scalps!
Kev and 3 of his guys had made bows/arrows and they had hoped to get to Portland for help/supplies. They had come across more than one small town, but were turned away/told to keep moving each time. Some small towns had burned for unknown reasons....beasts or lightning strikes? But being ex-SAS, that didn't stop them from getting their hands on basic supplies, though that didn't mean they got any guns. But the beasts had enough weapons to arm all their guys, some of the their women getting pistols in addition to the guys. Watched Pamela grab/check out a Uzi and 2 pistols. Thing is, she knew what she was doing while checking 'em out. And I noticed Kev and his guys kept their bows/arrows. The other thing about her was there seemed something familiar about her....a$$ looks great but she has an outstanding set of t*ts. Told Kev what I was going to do/why, then fired the 4 shots. Hated wasting the ammo, but it had to be done. Think it took those people something like 15-20 minutes to finally come back. They had hauled a$$ for sure, then Keith showed up. Out of the 16 bikes, 4 were driveable with 3 more IF we had the tools to swap parts. Patricia's neighbors said they had tools, so we headed for her neighborhood. Seems all of Kevs guys knew how to ride, saying it was part of their training back in the day so they got the running bikes. Those 4 had big, sh*t eating grins, though a couple of their wives were telling them to be careful.... you know, you're not as young as you think you are, etc.
Had Patricia's neighbors put the damaged bikes & parts bikes in several different stores. At Patricia's neighborhood, met the rest of the survivors, including kids. What worried me was about the bikers not returning to their gang and told Kev what I thought was going to happen, especially with the smoke from the fires in the air. He had some ideas and I said let's do it. I remembered her neighborhood was one of those gate communities and first thing we did was try closing both rolling gates closed. Thing is, with no juice, they wouldn't roll/move. But Tim (one of Kevs guys) figured we could take apart the chain mechanism on the gates and then just roll them closed. Had one of Patricia's neighbors get some tools so they could get started. Kev came up with the idea of not fully closing the gates in case the bikers did return before we left. Instead, we busted the ignition locks on cars, using my crowbar so we could put the cars in neutral and push them near/past the gates. Hopefully, if the bikers did return, they wouldn't realize the cars had been moved or the gates had been partially closed. Figured if something bad happened, the rest of the bikers would be here in maybe an hour, maybe 2 if we were really lucky. No doubt in my mind after a couple of hours, the rest of their gang would come looking. From what I understand, those people run as a pack and if you take one down, you HAVE TO deal with the rest of 'em. And of course, they would NOT be happy in finding their "bro's" colors and scalps missing.
Made a copy of my map for Kevs guys to use in getting back to Beaverton which was the closest guard base with Woodburn being a back up/go to place. Asked they send help/transportation to pick up these people and how many there were. We had no idea what these guys might run into with Keith/I doing our best trying to remember what the ground/road looked like when we flew overhead earlier. They said quick goodbyes to everyone and took off with the idea of them staying together for a bit, then splitting up to increase the chances of one of them getting to either guard bases. And knew it would be at least 3 hours because the roads were messed up in places and who knew where/how many beasts were in the area?
Told the neighborhood people what I thought was going to happen with the rest of the biker gang and they all started screaming/shouting/getting their panties in a knot, not that I blamed them. Finally told them to shut the f*ck up and here was what we were going to do. They were to take what ever food they had and put it in what ever would hold it....basically these people came up with less than half a pillow case of food for each family. Nobody had canteens (we're not the outdoor type?!), so asked if they had thermos/empty milk jugs, which they did have. Next problem was lack of drinkable water. This place had a community swimming pool, but it had started turning green and some had gotten sick from drinking it as is. They tried filtering/boiling it which helped, but still.... Told them to hit everyones water heaters for water and if not sure about the quality of the water, add a drop of bleach to each gallon....and they just kind of stood there with wtf looks on their faces. This was something they had never though about. They thought there was no more water when it quit coming out of the taps and of course, they all thought of the pool....not the golf course, because it wasn't filtered/clean?! But guess what....there were ducks still on the water traps, so 2 of Kevs guys took off and ended up coming back with over a dozen.
Needed to check on something before leaving and didn't know if I'd really have the time or not, but wanted to at least try. It was finding out what happened to Patricia's parents. I knew they were dead, but had they been buried? No. Had a flash back of seeing her/her parents, us meeting, etc. The door was busted, but now partially closed. Think what happened was the people here did come over after Lisp, etc. had left, but one look inside the livingroom turned them off. They had been dead for what, a month and it was ugly. When I opened the door, got one whiff of her dad, turned and almost puked on Pamela. She jumped back just in time, saying by the stars and stones, what's that smell? She had wondered why I had left/what I was doing when I left everyone, so after a bit, followed me. I explained that there were two dead people in there and I knew them at one time and what I was going to do. She looked a bit green and told her to stay there while I did this, but give a holler if the bikers returned.
Couldn't stand/tolerate the smell, so ended up going to their garage where their washer/dryer was at. Needed to help support my knee, so ripped a sheet into strips and started wrapping it around as tightly as possible. Thing is, no place to sit and knew if I tried sitting on the floor, I'd have a hard time getting up without help from Pamela. So drop my pants and started winding the strips around the knee....had to be tight enough to give support, but not so much as to make the leg inflexible. I'm leaning against the washer doing this when Pamela walks in, saying she was wondering what I was dong! Goddamn it....this is the 2nd time I've been caught with my pants down by a woman. You'd think God would of gotten enough laughs from it happening the first time, but nnnoooo. Thing is, haven't been wearing underwear for the past week or so. She says oh my and couldn't back out of the garage quick enough! Get the strips in place and tell her it's okay to come in now and what's funny was one of the neighbors had one of those elastic knee things with Velcro straps that I ended up using. But kept the strips of cloth just in case we needed bandages. Well, ended up poking a hole in one of the cars gas tanks to drain gas into a couple of buckets with Pamela getting me empty bottles (with lids) which I filled with gas. Her parents believed in recycling big time and of course, how much water did they use in making sure they were clean before putting them in the recycling bins? And all were properly sorted with plastic, glass and cans in their individual bins of course. Ripped a bed sheet so I could lightly soak it and use as a mask to cover my mouth/nose. It was easier for me to breath thru my mouth than nose I found out.
Christ, the flies....then add maggots/larvae to his body. Thought I could use a snow shovel to kind of get her dad onto another bed sheet, but realized that wasn't going to work. Ended up cutting a large chunk of carpet around him, then dragging the body via the carpet onto 2 sheets. Right arm hurt like a mother f*cker and remember talking to myself, saying do it mother f*cker, just get the job done and quit sniveling about your arm. Of course, the other side was talking too as in why the f*ck are you even bothering? They're dead, she'll never know if they were buried or not. And you can always lie if asked, saying the neighbors had done it after she had left. And YOU KNOW she doesn't even love/care for you now. F*ck you a$$hole was my reply to myself. Laid 2 more sheets on top of him and even so, could still see movement under the sheets from the flies/larvae trapped underneath, then dragged him to the backyard.
Thought her dad was bad....her mom was even worse and I ended up puking again and having to get another mask soaked in gas. Ended up cutting thru the top part of the mattress and then hearing the squishy thump of her body as it hit the bed sheets I had laid on the floor. Told her I was sorry for dropping her like that and again as we went down the stairs. No way I could carry her and keep hearing the squishy, thumping sound of her body as I went down the stairs from time to time and the sight of the stains being left dragging their bodies outside. Got a shovel and started digging the grave....just one grave for the both of them. Did use the shovel to scoop their 2 dogs into individual pillow cases with them being buried between her parents. Pamela had followed me after I told her the bodies were in the backyard and ended up helping me dig the grave. (graves?) She wasn't up to handling the bodies in any way, which I understood. I wouldn't of taken her help, but my right arm was giving out on me in trying to lift the shovel in digging/controlling it. And the left leg was singing Hail Mary to a degree. Using the gurkha, cut some tree limbs and used some paracord to make 2 crosses. Then back inside to look for any kind of photos, which I did find. It was the 3 of them and their 2 dogs in a family portrait. Another piece of paracord was strung between the crosses and the photo in its case was hung from the paracord. Said my normal prayer for the dead and went back into the house to see if there was anything we could use.
Only thing I found/took was some jugs/bottles of water from their panic room that Patricia couldn't carry when she left here. Wandered thru their place, taking what family photos I found and after removing them from their frames, put everything I could in 2 pillow cases. Kind of sick I know, but stayed a bit in Patricias room and I thought I could still smell her in that room and started crying before I got myself under control. Wasn't sure, but took some of her brushes/make up/perfume stuff.... at least the stuff that had caps on 'em. Ended up giving everything to one of Kevs guys wife asking she give it to the militia in Woodburn and from there, be passed to the girls at The Farm to give to Abbey next time she came around. But my name WAS NOT to be mentioned in any way. Instead, her neighbors had buried her parents and when the militia had passed thru here to pick her neighbors up, heard the neighbors had already buried her parents and some of the militia girls got this stuff from her house, thinking she might want it. Knew she didn't want anything to do with me and didn't want her to thinking I was trying to suck up to her. Just hoped it would give her some sort of closure. Took every photo in her room along with a diary she had apparently written in from time to time thru the years. Even took the photos of her with guys she knew in high school/ afterwards. Not that I wanted to take them. Then found/took the 3 large family albums found in her parents closet. Find that she and Jennifer were cheer leaders thru out high school, so took the 3 uniform tops. The pillow cases were almost full and said enough. It sucks when you love someone who wants nothing to do with you except use you. Maybe I'm one of those beat me, whip me, tie me up women inside? You know, the kind that stays with some guy even after being abused whether physically or emotionally? Did find some pipes and maybe half a pound of tobacco that her Dad apparently used, keeping the tobacco and 1 pipe for myself. ------------------------------------- Sorry for not putting a chapter in earlier, but been busy. As to the English coming into the story, was remembering taking Mathew (nephew) fishing about 30 years ago. We were headed for Ruby Marshes which is about 90 miles east of Reno and saw a car pulled over on I-80. Stopped to see if they needed help. 3 English guys had decided to tour the U.S. by buying a cheap car and then a wheel bearing went out on them a few days before their trip was to end and them heading home. They had some tools and so did I in my Travelall. Took 1 of them to a parts store and then waited till they got the part installed before taking off. Didn't want to leave them until I knew they were good to go as they had been sitting there for over an hour before I had stopped.
As to G.I.'s, a lot of them get together to "remember when". Dads old fighter squadron (the 525th) from Bitburg, Germany still gets together, though he's never gone to any of the reunions mainly because he'd be outnumbered by the newer guys. Dad was crew chief on F-102's back in the late '50's and most (95%+) of the guys at these reunions worked on F-4's and F-15's. The squadron was disbanded/shut down for awhile, but now it's back at Elmendorf AFB flying F-22's.
Made 3 models of the aircraft that Dad mainly worked on during his 20 years in the A.F.: F-102 (his favorite) and F-100's. Took some time/trouble, but got squadron/wing patches to go along with the models. Also gave him one of my modeling books that shows the different squadrons in Europe during the 50's/early 60's which included F-102's at Bitburg while we as a family were stationed there.
As to Andy.....yeah, he's still got it bad for the girls which is why he hopes the stuff he got for Patricia will give her some closure and maybe everyone now knows why Andy asked Keith if he could land at the golf course in the earlier chapter. He figured if Keith's working on the plane, he could try and find Patricia's parents place and see what happened to them. As to the Winnebago Indian tribe....more about that in another chapter(s). Sure the beasts are well aware of the Oregon state militia, but now Indians after them?! And of course, everyone "knows" Indians scalp people. As to taking the bikers "colors", I'm talking about the jackets they wear with the bikers gang name on 'em. Kind of like beating up/killing a cop and taking his badge/shirt/gun....you KNOW the cops aren't going to rest till they find that guy who did this.
The bikers do come back and that's in the next chapter and the following chapters have Andy kind of busy. He starts learning new tricks, but also giving Kev and his guys some new ones. Hope you enjoy this chapter and comments always welcomed.
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Post by funkyducky on Oct 26, 2014 11:45:14 GMT -6
Thank you for the new chapter!!!
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