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Post by texican on Jan 2, 2019 1:12:37 GMT -6
Idea #1: Lawmakers and regulators cannot except exempt themselves from laws and regulations. FB, Fixed it for you.... This is needed....
Also....
Item #2: Release all of the hidden pots of money that Congress uses and especially what has been paid to stop sexual harassment suits against Congress and their employees....
Item #3: No government retirement for Congress or the President....
And their are multiple other items that need to become law....
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Post by freebirde on Jan 2, 2019 8:00:05 GMT -6
Thank you Texican, fixed it in original. Add full financial disclosure, so we will know why politicians are richer when they leave office than they were when they entered, all the time complaining they can't live on their salary.
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Post by forthteller on Jan 2, 2019 9:49:58 GMT -6
Idea #1: Lawmakers and regulators cannot except exempt themselves from laws and regulations. Thanks guys. For me, looking at what has gone wrong in currant democracies, my thinking is that a very limited government would be the best option for a small fledgling country, I personally am a right leaning libertarian so I will have a difficult time not putting my beliefs into the book. Unfortunately, they are going to need a very strong military to ward off the 35 percent within Cascadia who want to remain loyal to the East and of course, the US government is going to get its ducks in order and will come after the rebels. The army has to eat and they have to feed and house their families, this means taxes. Also, they may be forced to ally themselves with the south to defend themselves from the east as well, this means diplomacy. Not all smooth sailing yet. In addition. Most economists believe it was taking the US off the gold standard that allowed them to stimulate the economy sufficiently to get through the great depression. I would argue that there is no difference between borrowing in our currant situation where we put our ability to tax up for collateral or we put our gold up for collateral so the argument against the gold standard tying the hands of government is mute. They need their hands tied and they need to stop manipulating the economy. Forth teller FB, Fixed it for you.... This is needed....
Also....
Item #2: Release all of the hidden pots of money that Congress uses and especially what has been paid to stop sexual harassment suits against Congress and their employees....
Item #3: No government retirement for Congress or the President....
And their are multiple other items that need to become law....
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Post by texican on Jan 2, 2019 13:13:31 GMT -6
America has taken way to many hits economically from
the banksters! Why is payout of interest on savings and bank account 0.25%. Greed.
congress! How many in congress and their families become millionaires? Is it corruption?
pharmaceutical companies! Why are Type 2 Diabetes shots $700 plus a month and other drugs so costly? Greed.
Industry! Why do trucks and suvs now cost from $40K to $60K to $70K and more? Greed.
The big business in America pays off congress to obtain laws that allow them to financially rape America, the American Government and Americans....
Until congress is changed this will continue until America is no more....
Americans are becoming aware of what is happening but hopefully not so slowly that this can not be corrected or civil war is likely....
Texican....
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Post by papaof2 on Jan 2, 2019 18:21:18 GMT -6
The lampposts on Constitution Avenue could serve nicely as gallows for a large number of current politicians. Don't think this old man could pull some of those porkers up that high, but I'll be glad to donate the first 1000 feet of rope. On second thought, I don't have to pull them up - there's a 2500lb capacity winch in the garage. Just slide that mount into the receiver hitch and use the remote control for lifting.
Probably multiple bodies on each lamppost - the politician and the lobbyists who paid him/her the most...
Definitely rope for Pelosi - a bullet of almost any caliber is likely to ricochet from that hard head and injure innocent people cheering the cleanup.
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Post by forthteller on Jan 2, 2019 19:31:07 GMT -6
Hey Tex. Just a little reminder. this is fiction, just like 1984 was, wink, wink. As for your comment about America becoming aware, it is too little, too late. S*&t is going to hit the fan, by next Christmas a recession worse than 2008. Government is so far in debt they have no way to buy us out of this one. This prediction is not fiction. America has taken way to many hits economically from the banksters! Why is payout of interest on savings and bank account 0.25%. Greed. congress! How many in congress and their families become millionaires? Is it corruption? pharmaceutical companies! Why are Type 2 Diabetes shots $700 plus a month and other drugs so costly? Greed. Industry! Why do trucks and suvs now cost from $40K to $60K to $70K and more? Greed. The big business in America pays off congress to obtain laws that allow them to financially rape America, the American Government and Americans.... Until congress is changed this will continue until America is no more.... Americans are becoming aware of what is happening but hopefully not so slowly that this can not be corrected or civil war is likely.... Texican.... |
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Post by papaof2 on Jan 2, 2019 20:05:28 GMT -6
The biggest difference between "1984" and 2019? Then, "They" required the "Big Brother" monitor. Now, people are falling over themselves to buy Alexa, etc.
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Post by htfiremedic on Jan 8, 2019 19:56:01 GMT -6
Finally reached this point! Amazingly well done. Some grammatical errors, and other small things. If you decide to publish, get a good beta/spellcheck/grammar checker base! I enjoy reading, but having a mom that was a grammar nazi was pure hell....
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Post by papaof2 on Jan 8, 2019 20:50:07 GMT -6
Finally reached this point! Amazingly well done. Some grammatical errors, and other small things. If you decide to publish, get a good beta/spellcheck/grammar checker base! I enjoy reading, but having a mom that was a grammar nazi was pure hell.... Some of the free office software works quite well. I've tried several - Softmaker and LibreOffice from experience (last year) but I don't remember using Apache Open Office recently - and they have most/all of the features of Word. Most have versions for Windows and Linux and some include Max OSX. I tend to go back to Microsoft Word 2003 because I have a site license and I know the hot key shortcuts - while the freebies have the same functionality, they don't have *identical* menus or hot keys - that becomes important at the end of the day when Word's "standard" hot key sequence for "strikethrough" doesn't do what you expect in Softmaker Office. The sequence exists, it's just one keystroke different from Word. Word isn't perfect (neither are the others). Word can get confused in conversational speaking and compound sentences - sometimes confusing subject/verb matching or suggesting "you is" as a correction for "you're", which is why it's good to have a human proofreader look your book over before you publish on Kindle or Lulu or ... I think you'll find the forum readers are much kinder about spelling, punctuation and grammar than the paying readers will be - some (most?) of the forum writers are writing because they want to share a story, not because they have a B.A. in English and plan to eventually publi$h everything they share on the forums. Paying readers often expect a high level of language command - perhaps having been spoiled by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle or William R. Forstchen or the likes of Heinlein, Clarke and others ;-) Much of what I publish on Kindle has received scrutiny from my retired schoolteacher wife. I'll have a couple more things for her to check soon. |
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Post by htfiremedic on Jan 9, 2019 21:13:17 GMT -6
That is good news!!!
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Post by forthteller on Jan 10, 2019 11:04:52 GMT -6
Finally reached this point! Amazingly well done. Some grammatical errors, and other small things. If you decide to publish, get a good beta/spellcheck/grammar checker base! I enjoy reading, but having a mom that was a grammar nazi was pure hell.... Thanks for the reading and for the tip. I write because I suffer from what I call crazy brain syndrome and everyone around me is tired of hearing my ranting. Sometimes I can write a chapter in 4 hours and other times it takes me a month. Once completed, I do a quick proofread and post it here. Based, on comments, I will go back and make changes and edit my books, sometimes several times. I have published the first 21 chapters on Google playbooks, Correct spelling of Rapacious of course in the tittle. My method is to read it aloud to my wife and the two of us correct the spelling and punctuation and sometimes the storyline as we go. I will be publishing the second in the series soon but I haven't got a logical break and I have three different tittles in mind. I will eventually publish the third in the series when I finish it. Future books, some already well into process are: Not me too. Tittle is self explanatory. already have 3 chapters and an outline complete. The Keplar invitation about the possible consequences of alerting a technologically superior distant race of our existence if they are not a benevolent species. If I could go back about time travel with the ability to change significant decisions in ones life in the past and the present day consequences. Thanks for reading and all comments and tips are very welcome. Forthteller |
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Post by texican on Jan 10, 2019 18:48:26 GMT -6
I write because I suffer from what I call crazy brain syndrome and everyone around me is tired of hearing my ranting.FT, Knew that you had a unique talent....  Do not worry the Moar Hounds will spill the beans....  And.... The Moar Hounds are more than willing to wait for your next sequel to have additional servings of the crazy brain syndrome....  Thanks for your efforts in keeping the Moar Hounds feed even if it is days and weeks and months between the feedings....  Texican....
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Post by 9idrr on Jan 10, 2019 21:16:17 GMT -6
Sometimes my inner grammar Nazi rears it's head, but some stories are good enough that I plow right through. Then again, this one is entertaining and I don't very often want to interrupt your writing flow and point out much unless it's really jarring. Your stuff, like most of the writers here, is too good and I think we're willing to overlook the little stuff.
Thanks, Forthteller, for sharin' the fruits of your labors.
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Post by papaof2 on Jan 10, 2019 22:41:25 GMT -6
I write because I suffer from what I call crazy brain syndrome and everyone around me is tired of hearing my ranting. Forthteller Ah, a kindred soul ;-) Just look at the first line of my signature... |
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Post by forthteller on Jan 11, 2019 0:12:31 GMT -6
Chapter 50
Alana, Cheryl and Brad
April 20, 2023
“Shh, here comes someone,” Cheryl Whispers. She is parked 500 meters behind Alana’s truck which is parked at a Truckstop east of Denver. She and Brad are providing support for a convoy of trucks that are transporting aircraft parts, electronic and radio equipment and other goods manufactured in Cascadia to a distribution center in Amarillo Texas.
“Jeez, what, am I breathing too loud. Not like anyone out there can actually hear us.”
“Sorry habit, I guess. I don’t like the way that guy is looking at the back of those trucks. He is checking out the plates, I think. We need to stay alert.” Cheryl thumbs the mic on her portable radio. “Alana, I have someone behind your truck checking out the license plates. No uniform or identifying clothing.”
“Thanks Cheryl. I will let the others know. Most are still in the truck stop taking showers and getting food. I think only Raoul is still in his truck, he is sleeping though, I think.”
“Okay. I am going to keep watch, Brad is going to go do a round and see if we are just being too cautious.”
“Didn’t know I was going to do a round. Guess I do now. I am going to climb out the window so I don’t alert anyone with the overhead light. Can you turn on the ignition?”
“You can use the door, I have a kill switch for the overhead light. He is leaving, if you follow him, you may find out what he is up to. Remember, these things have a range of at least 5 miles,” Cheryl says as she points to her portable cobra radio.
Brad gets out and using the vehicles in the lot for cover, quietly catches up to and follows the man. In a corner of the building the man stops and takes out a radio of his own. Brad, hoping it is on a different channel listens to the conversation and is pleased to not also hear it on his radio. “Lucky” thinks Brad.
The man says into the radio, “definitely the trucks we are waiting for, 5 of them. Only one driver is awake, a woman. I don’t see an escort though. They are either well-hidden or they thought the trucks were in the safety zone and went back.”
“Watch yourself man. Enzo says he picked up some chatter on the scanner but he didn’t catch what they were saying. Somebody else around here has a radio and could be listening in.”
“On the channel we are using?”
“Nope. He is scanning them all.”
“No biggie then. They probably cannot even access the channel we are on. Nothing out here. These ass clowns are sitting ducks. Send your guys in now.”
“10 minutes. Make sure none of those trucks leave before we are ready.’
As the man hangs up, brad quietly backs away and as soon as he is out of sight, sprints to the car Cheryl is in. Quickly, he pulls open the door and jumps in.
“Shut the radio down, they have a scanner and they have already picked up the channel we are on. They are coming in within ten minutes but they don’t know we are watching.”
“Ok, you go back and let hector know, I will let Alana know. We cannot use the radios until action starts, let’s all switch to channel 4. By then they will already know we are on to them. I am sure glad we didn’t give radios to all the other drivers.”
Brad opens the door and after quietly shutting it he sprints 500 yards back to where hector is parked in his pickup with his people. He gets to hectors door and beckons them out. They step out and he quickly explains the scenario. They all check their weapons and don their bullet proof vests as Brad gives them instructions. “Just remember, we are preventing a hijacking and we need to use the force necessary to protect these trucks. Dead people cannot provide us with intel so if possible, take them alive. Texas has given us permission to provide whatever protection is necessary to insure the delivery of this cargo. Radios on channel 4 but nobody uses one until the action starts.”
Hector, you, Mike and Richard head to the north and slip in a few trucks away from Alana’s. Watch out that she doesn’t think you are one of them. Wear this yellow armband once shooting starts.”
Hector says, “Won’t that make us a target?”
“Probably but Alana and Cheryl are way better marksmen than any of those guys. I would much rather one of them they shoot at me than being mistaken for one of them.”
Brad hands out the yellow armbands. “Pete. You and I are going to cross the road and watch from there. Don’t get the ladies in the crossfire. Let’s move.” They all stealthily head out.
Alana listens to Cheryl as she explains the situation. “I did not get a chance to plan with Brad but I pretty much know what he is going to do. Split up his team and pinch them in the middle. His MO. Lets just casually walk away with our rifles and we can set up as snipers.”
“I think you should set up as sniper, I need to stay with the truck until they actually attempt to hijack it. They haven’t actually broken any laws until they do.”
“OK. I think you are right. We will go on your mark or if they pull weapons on you first. I am not letting you get shot just so I am justified in taking these bastards down. Put this on, it will tell our guys you are one of us.” Cheryl slips down the steps and heads over to a higher vantage point to wait. Once there, she takes out her 308 and sights it. Sweeping across she catches a glimpse of one of hectors men but she cannot see any others. “Wow, they are well hidden,” She silently says to herself.
7 minutes later a military hummer pulls into the parking lot and three uniformed soldiers get out. As Cheryl looks through her sight, she can see the UN insignias and the obvious silenced Heckler and Kock Mp5 automatics they are carrying, “crap.”
They take up positions around the 5 trucks as another hummer and a civilian super cab ford pull in. 7 more people scramble from the vehicles and a distant helicopter can be heard inbound. Cheryl can see the body armor and the silenced weapons and decides to break radio silence. “Head shots.”
Three of the men head toward the truck stop and are silently intercepted by Hector and his men. Cheryl sees it go down. They quickly surrender but as the third is being cuffed and gagged, she yells out, “we are made,” before Mike can get a gag in her mouth.
Hearing the scream, “the senior officer thumbs the mike, red team leader, report.” Nothing. “Anybody from red team, report.” Nothing. Pausing for a second to digest what has transpired, he shouts to those present and to the mike, “go now. All teams, actions is green.”
One of the armed people runs to Alana’s door and yanks it open, leveling his MP5 as he does. Alana had her browning leveled at the door and braced with her left hand as he did so. Before he squeezed the trigger, the rear of his head exploded towards the man behind him. Alana jumped from the truck, tucked into a ball and rolled right to the feet of the men 15 feet away. The startled soldiers didn’t even get their weapons leveled on her before she shot one in the head and a second in the chest, hitting his vest and knocking him to the ground. A man a few feet away did get his weapon up and was seconds away from firing when his head exploded in a mas of brains and bone.
Across the street Brad had kept the previous three who had taken up positions in sight and as this transpired said to the two in front of him, “hands up.” A short distance away, a single shot.
On the other side of the truck Pete shouts, stay down or the next one doesn’t hit your vest. Brad and Pete quickly restrain and gag their people, search them and toss anything they may use to get away into the darkness. The chopper is setting down to the south so Brad and Pete leave their charges, tossing their weapons into the darkness too. They slink up to the chopper as the unarmed pilot gets out.
“Hold it right there, hands up. Everyone out, let me see your hands.”
The people in the chopper are obviously not combatants, they easily surrender. “Hey man, I am just here to drive a truck, I am not even armed. Take it easy.”
“Fine, nobody gets shot then, face down, all of you.”
As they are saying this a van screams from the parking lot. Blacked out windows, no plates and no description. Brad thinks, “what the hell was that all about.”
8 AM. 5 trucks pull out of the truck stop, trailed by Brad and Pete. A few minutes later, Hector and three of his men eat breakfast and drink coffee as they drive along at a steady 60. As they rehash what just went down, Hector cannot help but think how lucky they were that the hijackers had not done better reconnaissance. They had expected that with 10 good soldiers, they could easily take the entire convoy and kill everyone in the Truckstop and it would have worked except Brad and Cheryl did their own reconnaissance.
Back at the truck stop; Cascadia police, a military police unit from Fort Worth, and some local sheriff deputies investigate, question witnesses, take pictures and fingerprints and question all the accused. Once done, they release the entire scene about 8 hours later. The in-charge police captain then has all the accused transported to Seattle in Cascadia.
The trucks pass a sign saying, welcome to New Texas. No border guards, no booths and no security. Just passing from one friendly neighbors’ territory to another, just like that.
Shortly after entering New Texas, Cheryl comes into range of an operating cell tower and her phone rings to life. “Cheryl, here.”
David is on the line. “Is Alana there?”
“She is, but she is driving. I can put you on intercom unless this is private.”
“No, put it on intercom.”
“Alana here, what’s up kiddo?”
“Can you stop calling me that, it is really embarrassing. I am not a kid.”
“Sorry, force of habit. What’s up boss.”
“I am not the boss either, Just David. Tell me you have video of today’s action.”
“Of course, we do. Body cam, dash cam, surveillance on the trucks. Why? What’s up? You sound worried.”
“News feed in the east has Cascadia rebels attacking the military and hijacking 5 trucks. Very believable. Somehow, they got a video of everything and I cannot find any UN identifiers on the soldiers. Right now, we are running facial recognition on all the fighters. If any of these people are US citizens, we are going to have a tough time fighting this negative publicly.”
“Don’t worry, I have the body cam footage from when he yanked the door open and had his silenced shitstick targeting me.”
“Shitstick?”
“MP5s, they are not accurate, cannot take weather and when they get dirty, they Jam. Not for me.”
“You were a weapons tech, you should know. Who uses them?”
“Finns, Germans, lots of special forces and police units, even the Canadians use them for their police. Definitely not Americans with the exception of very specialized hostage and rescue teams and of course the secret service. Our military would have never carried it.”
“Did you question any of the prisoners?”
“Briefly. The truckers were all from the east and were only there to drive the trucks. They all deny knowing the trucks were being hijacked but I seriously doubt that. They were all headed to different directions or they were not told where they were really going. The Captain is saying nothing but he has a detectable swiss accent. No id on any of them even in the vehicles which had US government plates and ids. The others have eastern European accents but they too wouldn’t say anything.”
Alana continues on. We duplicated all the video chips and sent the originals with the prisoners on to your location. They have the Cascadia police as escorts. Should be there by midnight.”
“Excellent, I will have our version on the news by tomorrow morning. Got to go.” Click. BZZZZ.
To Cheryl, Alana remarks. “Would it hurt that kid to say please and thank you occasionally, it always feels like he is interrogating me. Plus, he needs to get a life.”
“I spent months with Brad, he shares with me a little of David’s challenges. David spends all his free time at Brads retreat. For David His brother Jack is the first and best at everything, David compares himself to Jack and cannot seem to believe that his many gifts are easily comparable to Jacks. So, he buries his life is his computer, his math and his statistics.”
“Glad he is on our side then, could you imagine if they had him over there?”
“Don’t kid yourself. If they can get him, they will. David and Jessica. Those two are not humans to the dark UN, they are machines. No different than a computer.”
“Dark UN?”
“My term for the evil ones. Majority of the UN is well intentioned. They truly believe that globalism and a one world economy is the greatest good for the greatest number. In their zest to make the world better in their view, they have allowed many ill-intentioned individuals and groups to infiltrate the UN and used their own rose-colored glasses to blind them to the real agenda.”
Cheryl continues on, “We had something similar in the police force. Vast majority of officers join to be of service to society, uphold the law and make the world just a little bit safer for all of us. Then there are a few who are no better than bullies who use the power of the badge to bully, abuse, discriminate and even kill those they don’t like. To them it is not a badge of honor it is a badge of conquest. The very few who act like this make us all look bad.”
Cheryl swallows, “I never told you this but the reason I retired at 20 years wasn’t because I wanted to stop policing, it was because we had one of these people on the force and I reported her. She was a lieutenant and accused me of going after her reputation because she was a woman and I was jealous. It had nothing to do with it, she used her power to intimidate someone out of a waterfront apartment that she wanted to rent. My brother came to me after she had authorized 2 searches of his place over a three-month period and had him arrested on a trumped-up charge. Turns out, that was not an isolated incident, she was suspended, demoted and eventually transferred to another municipal police department.”
“So, you were vindicated?”
“True, but the department changed for me. It felt like nobody trusted me anymore, my partner asked for a new partner. I was passed over for promotion and it was never really the same. Probably why a lot of people see wrong doing and do nothing about it. By reporting it, you become a victim too.”
“Wow, I never knew that. Thanks for sharing that with me. I wondered why, because you seem like the perfect example of what I want a cop to be. You can go back, you know.”
“Thanks for the vote of confidence, I have considered it. Chief DeJesus has offered me a position, I think it will be different, in this new nation of ours.”
With the distribution center in sight, Alana begins to shift down and as the engine brakes the truck speed the conversation dies off. She takes the exit ramp and merges onto south frontage road, heading east. Within minutes she is at the warehouse and turns n. “At the gate she is greeted with a howdy mam, can I see your waybill?”
Alana hands him the document and he looks it over. Comparing it to his clipboard he says, “5 trucks in all, you can take dock 6 to 10, scales are right over there and wash station is right beside the exit on the west gate.” He hands back the document.
Alana put the truck in gear and proceeds to the scale and after having her waybill annotated and signed, she proceeds to dock number 6. Someone guides her in which is a little annoying to Alana because with 20 years behind the wheel, she knows how to backup. Once stopped, she rushes out the door and to the rear to prevent the seal from being opened. “Wait.”
A guy with the cutters stops and with a bemused look says, “can’t unload unless I open her up.”
“We have 5 trucks coming in together and they need to be opened in the presence of the person receiving the loads.”
“What is so special in there?”
“I have no idea. I just drive the truck.”
As they discuss the unloading and cargo a second and third truck arrive at the docks and the beeping sounds indicating a truck is backing gets his attention. The final two are just passing the scale as he helpfully guides all five trucks into their spaces. By the time they have stopped, a major and a sergeant are standing erect at the bays waiting for acknowledgement. Cheryl cannot help but snicker as she turns away so she doesn’t offend them. Alana, the ex-marine walks over to the two and extending her hand, acknowledges that she is in charge of the 5-truck shipment and introduces herself.
The major stands at attention. “Major Samuel Johnson, formally of the US Marines, now with the New Texas Airforce and this is my assistant, sergeant Kennedy. We are here to inspect the shipments and arrange for transport to Lockheed Martin, plant 4, Fort Worth, Mam.”
“At ease. Can I see your orders and identification, major? And, can you stop calling me mam, I am Alana.”
Handing her his orders and Id, “Yes Mam, Alana.”
Alana hands him her waybill and the ones from the other trucks. “Do you intend on unloading here or do you want to just take the trailers? We weren’t sure on the other end? Either way, we are not leaving until the contents of these trailers are safely in the hands of Lockheed Martin.”
“My orders are the same, insure these trucks make it to Lockheed martin. I have an escort outside.”
Alana looks at the 8 other truckers and Cheryl. All armed. “Ok, I am going to make a call and find out why the snafu. Nobody opens one of these trucks until I say so.”
The dockworker backs away, “don’t let me interfere, offloading equipment is right over there and the storage shelves for these goods are right there. Forklifts are not working yet.”
Ring, ring. “Hello. Hi Stan. Alana here.”
“With good news I assume.”
We are here in Amarillo and the Major here receiving the shipment has orders that seem to indicate we are to transport the shipment to building 4 at Lockheed Martin after he has inspected the shipment. I was under the impression I was to deliver it here. Why the mix-up?”
“No mix-up. The cargo you are carrying is extremely significant to the survival of both Cascadia and New Texas. It is delicate aircraft parts that will enable most of the Texas and Cascadia fleets of fighters to be restored to full operational readiness within weeks. Well ahead of the schedule the eastern United States is capable of. Without the supplies you have in the trucks, they would have to manufacture those parts from scratch. It would be years before we could get every bird into the air. We have a deal with the Texans, we provide the parts, they fix our birds and their birds. Parts were made by Boing and stored in a warehouse that was unintentionally a faraday cage, something to do with earthquake preparedness. Fortunately, gyroscopes and electronic equipment is similar in several types of aircraft. Win win.”
Continuing on, Stan says, “we needed to be absolutely certain it made it there and from the attempted hijacking they already had intel on the shipment. Now we know the leak is from our end. It would have been easy to impersonate the Major and his sergeant, divert the shipment and get it out before we even knew it. Now we know they are not trying to pull a fast one over there. We would like you to transport it directly to the building 4 location at Lockheed.”
“But we could have driven it directly there and avoided the terminal altogether.”
“True but this way, we had the option of dropping the trailers and reloading other trailers, taking other routes or even just swapping tractors. Does the major know you have your own support team?”
“I don’t know, I don’t even know if he knows about the hijack attempt. He wants to check the loads though.”
“No breaking seals until the trucks get to the building 4.”
“So, we may just be a decoy.”
“What I will say is this, how do you know there are no other convoys out there that are acting as decoys for you. Get to the Lockheed building 4 and find out.”
Marching back into the distribution terminal from the back office, an exasperated Alana can see everyone standing around waiting for her. “Ok. The word is that we proceed to the number 4 terminal and drop our loads there. Major Johnson, would you and your detail kindly escort us.”
“We can but I was told to inspect the load here before taking it to Lockheed.”
“I was told the trucks have to be sealed until we get to Lockheed. I don’t have a choice.”
“X-rays. We need to know you are not importing explosives or other dangerous goods into the Lockheed compound.”
“You don’t, you are welcome to have as many armed personnel there when we unlock.”
“The major looks at his orders and nods. Just says here to get it safely to building 4. Let’s go.”
On the way out, Alana skips the scales and so do all the other trucks. The gate keeper attempts to stop her by closing the gate. She stops.
“Every truck leaving must cross the scales. Company policy and state law.”
The Major who had been driven up the gates gets out and approaches. “What seems to be the problem?”
“Every truck leaving the yard must cross the scale, no exceptions. Company policy, state law.”
“This is no longer a state and we are over ruling your company policy. Open this gate, NOW!”
“Wo. No need to get all pissy about it. I am going to but I am going to report you to the company.” He takes his clipboard and records all the plate numbers looking at the seals on the back doors as he does. Hethen opens the gate and ceremoniously wave them out..
Alana and her convoy of 5 trucks and now three New Texas military vehicles leave the yard, 100 yards later a sedan with Brad and Pete pulls out and follows. Unseen and unnoticed, hector and his crew are about a mile back. The gate keeper gets on the phone and is still on it when hector passes a minute later. “No sir, they did not cross the scales. Seals look like the ones they came in with but I couldn’t read the numbers without raising suspicions. 5 trucks, Alan says there were 10 truckers in all, all armed, 3 military vehicles with 10 soldiers in all and I am pretty sure a civilian car with 2 males in it is also following.
They decide to stay off the interstate and take the 287 through Wichita falls. Shorter and it would not make sense to hijack the trucks that far into Texas, they would never get their booty out. On the way, Alana doesn’t say a word. She is so pissed at the thought that she and her friends may have risked their lives for a decoy. Knowing that the right thing to do was send several convoys on different routes to thin out the resources of the dark UN still didn’t make it any easier to swallow.
In nearby Oklahoma City, 2 men and a woman are having a heated discussion. “We don’t know which of the three has the electronics. For all we know, there could be a 4th. Our source could only confirm three. If your team hadn’t screwed up and lost the Amarillo convoy, we would have our shipment or at least have it narrowed down to two. Now they are on the move with an even bigger escort and we don’t even know if they dropped their loads.”
“My team is in place now. We will know in 20 minutes if it is the correct convoy. Watch and learn. It is about reconnaissance. Your idiots didn’t know what they were up against and they got blindsided by a well-prepared team. Your guys got spanked, we lost a chopper, 3 vehicles and some firepower. That shit is not expendable. And they better not talk.”
“They won’t talk. The captain has a pill he needs to take before he gets to the lockup. The rest don’t know anything. What about the third convoy.”
“From what we can tell, it is lightly guarded and not carrying a very heavy load. Could be the one and the heavily guarded convoys are the decoys. It came through Nevada. We don’t have resources there so it is hard to intercept. Safelight shows them east of Albuquerque on the 40. If they head south, we could hit them before they get to El Paso. If they head east, we could hit them before they get to Amarillo.”
“OK, let’s assume we get the convoy before El Paso. How do we get across the border into Mexico?”
“Simple, we stash the trucks overnight n a warehouse we have north of El Paso. Transfer the goods to 20 smaller trucks and smuggle it across or we keep it there and rig explosives in case we are discovered or we just destroy it so they don’t get it.”
The lone woman in the room asks the obvious question, “If destroying the cargo is an option, why didn’t we just do that?”
“Because the cargo is so valuable, we need it and if we cannot get it, we need to make sure they don’t get it.”
“Call in an airstrike.”
“We can’t. We lost 10 jets in Canada and 4 more in Colorado. Everything else we have air worthy has gone to the east coast to defend Florida, DC and the eastern seaboard. Apparently, this cargo we are after is going to put more jets in the sky. Destroying it is the very last resort.”
“Ok. Agreed. We attempt a hijacking on the third after we know which way it is going, on the highway.”
“Can we put a video crew in on the highway assault?”
“Not likely but the one we got of the failed attempt went over Huge.”
Phone rings. One of the men pick it up. “Hello. Yes. Who? He was an idiot anyways. Medical supplies, you sure? Okay. No witnesses.”
“They took down the convoy. We lost Carson.”
“Who.”
“Exactly. Was full of medical supplies, Band-Aids. Totally worthless.”
The convoy on route through El Paso got word of the assault on the other two convoys and was now being escorted by an entire squad of 30 in several hummers and 2 choppers. As it passed El Passo everyone held their breath.
“A phone call comes in from the commander. Sir, I Just got word from a scout 10 miles south. The convoy is now protected by 2 choppers and multiple land-based vehicles. We would still have the element of surprise but it would be a miracle if we even survived let alone prevail.”
“How many RPGs do you have?”
“10 sir. 5 units, 2 rounds each.”
“OK. Mine the road, when they get close enough blow it, try to take out as many as you can. Once the convoy is stopped, take out all 5 transports. 2 shots each. I want them destroyed. Understand.”
“Yes sir, I do. Consider those trucks stopped.”
Once he hangs up the senior officer calls in his 3 leaders. Here is what we are to do and he explains their orders.
“Sir, they are asking us to literally commit suicide. We would be killing noncombatants and if we are captured, we would be executed even if we survived. What we are doing is wrong.”
“I agree Mac. That is why I brought the three of you here. I am prepared to defy orders if we are in agreement.
One of the men, a lieutenant, draws his sidearm and is about to shoot the Major for treason as Mac, the Master Sargent from Australia pulls his sidearm faster and shoots the Lieutenant. “Are we in agreement?” Mac says.
The three nod in agreement. “So, do we surrender or let them pass and slip into society?”
“Almost all of us have accents so we would have a difficult time fitting in. If we surrender, I am betting these people will hold us no longer than a year or two and let us go back to our own countries.”
“I agree. I vote we surrender.”
“Agree.”
“It’s agreed then. We surrender when they pass. Go tell the men.”
Back in Oklahoma City a report comes in. “Sir, we just got satellite feed from south east of El Paso. The convoy just passed, not a mark.”
“Any feed to see what happened. No sir, the satellite we have access to is actually over Mexico, we cannot see that far north.”
“Let’s get some resources into place. I want it destroyed before it gets to Fort Worth.”
“What about the other convoy, where is it.”
“Sir, while we lost them between satellites, they made so much distance we won’t catch them before they get to Fort Worth.”
“How, they were doing 45, 50 at best.”
“Apparently sir, they fueled up at Vernon and someone must have disconnected the governors. They highballed it from there and can easily make it to Fort Worth without stopping. They have to be doing 75, maybe 80. They will make it there within 30 minutes but they are already within air protection from the base. We are not getting them now.”
Alana arrives at the gates to building four at Lockheed Martin. She is directed in and as she is about to back in the major stops her. She is about to get out but the major directs her and the rest of the trucks to the center of the parking lot. She stops and climbs out. The major walks to the back of her trailer and produces a pair of cutters. He proceeds to cut the seal. Stepping back, he waves her towards the door, “open it.”
Alana opens the door, inside she can see pallets loaded with canned goods. Beans, fruit, vegetables, soups. Everything but no aircraft parts. “Son of a bitch” she says under her breath. To the others who have discovered the same thing, “I guess we were the decoys.” As she says this, Major Johnson is loading up and preparing to leave.
She walks over to his hummer. “No hard feelings, Major. I didn’t know either. Just following orders." She takes a breath, "where are you off to in such a hurry? I was gonna buy you a drink.”
“I have to go escort the other convoy. We can meet it halfway and follow it back. They already have a contingent but they could always use a little more support. If you don’t have whatever was so bloody important, that truck probably has. I will be back later, you can buy me that drink then if you still want to.”
As he drives away, she watches them leave and from behind her, “you go girl.” She turns to see a smiling Cheryl beckoning her back to the truck.
An hour and a half later, Major Johnsons convoy crests a hill and a spotter announces unfriendlies in the distance. Radioing to the convoy ahead he informs them of the blockade. They inform him that they have new intel that the UN are no longer trying to hijack the shipment, they want to destroy it. “Stand pat, Major. I am calling in some fighters, you can radio in the coordinates. Have they seen you yet?”
“Not yet but if we attempt to move out of sight, they may detect the motion.”
“Good thinking Major. Didn’t expect strategy thinking from air force officers.”
“Actually, I am a marine, always will be. Let’s get this done, I got a hot date tonight.”
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Post by texican on Jan 11, 2019 2:07:48 GMT -6
FT,
A chapter at just after 1 am, way to go and thanks....
Now the black souled UN thugs are out to destroy the last convoy so the good guys do not get the new toys for the fighters.... Not nice...
Texican....
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Post by forthteller on Jan 11, 2019 10:25:15 GMT -6
FT, A chapter at just after 1 am, way to go and thanks.... Now the black souled UN thugs are out to destroy the last convoy so the good guys do not get the new toys for the fighters.... Not nice... Texican.... Crazy brain strikes sometimes unexpectedly. That was also a very long chapter. Just a question Tex. What would be some good suggestions for a name for a new republic made up of Texas, new Mexico, Arizona, parts of Nevada and Utah? I called it New Texas but only because I couldn't think of a better name. My belief is that all of society is actually separating into like mindedness and that entire regions that share this trait to the extreme are more likely to gravitate towards forging alliances with other like minded groups and distancing themselves from those of the polar opposite. To the point where many who don't share the commonly held values in a community will actually begin moving to areas where they share values, further increasing the divide. There was a day when we had to move to find available work, now we may move to find conservative neighbours or liberal neighbors for that matter. Thanks for reading texican PS. did you notice the two spellings of the word neighbor, neighbour? |
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Post by texican on Jan 11, 2019 13:10:36 GMT -6
FT, A chapter at just after 1 am, way to go and thanks.... Now the black souled UN thugs are out to destroy the last convoy so the good guys do not get the new toys for the fighters.... Not nice... Texican.... Crazy brain strikes sometimes unexpectedly. That was also a very long chapter. Just a question Tex. What would be some good suggestions for a name for a new republic made up of Texas, new Mexico, Arizona, parts of Nevada and Utah? I called it New Texas but only because I couldn't think of a better name. My belief is that all of society is actually separating into like mindedness and that entire regions that share this trait to the extreme are more likely to gravitate towards forging alliances with other like minded groups and distancing themselves from those of the polar opposite. To the point where many who don't share the commonly held values in a community will actually begin moving to areas where they share values, further increasing the divide. There was a day when we had to move to find available work, now we may move to find conservative neighbours or liberal neighbors for that matter. Thanks for reading texican PS. did you notice the two spellings of the word neighbor, neighbour? FT, As to the naming of the new country: "THE UNITED STATES OF TEXAS"Now you forgot the states of Oklahoma, Louisiana (do need gumbo in the mix) and Arkansas. Just how many additional states would be petitioning to join The United States Of Texas.... Those that treasure and love freedom.... I can envision the leftists retards and snowflakes on the east and west coasts running out into the streets crying moaning and screaming and rolling around on the ground while their heads exploded from the disbelief that anyone would desire to leave their utopian hell.... Did not catch the two spellings of neighbor or neighbour for those of us with sufficient intelligence our minds autos corrects the spelling as we read.... The famous painters never completely completed their paintings to allow one's mind to complete as they believed the painting to be.... Kind of like your writings.... Have a great day and do not forget an extra chapter is always appreciated by the Moar Hounds.... Texican.... |
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Post by frugalprepper on Jan 11, 2019 14:04:53 GMT -6
maybe they are sealed and labeled as those canned goods
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Post by htfiremedic on Jan 12, 2019 10:23:48 GMT -6
Heck Fire Yeah! Too soon to cry MOAR?
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Post by texican on Jan 12, 2019 16:32:04 GMT -6
Heck Fire Yeah! Too soon to cry MOAR?HTFM, Anytime is the right time to beg for MOAR by the Moar Hounds.... Texican.... |
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Post by forthteller on Jan 27, 2019 16:49:11 GMT -6
Chapter 51
The Seven cling to the plan
April 10, 2023
Looking over the Odor river, General Hans Christianson cannot believe what he is seeing. Three massive encampments of soldiers preparing to cross the river. In just three months, the Russians have rolled across Ukraine, Belarus, Poland, the entire former Yugoslavia and all the smaller states in between. Their ground forces are massive and relentless, the winter weather does nothing to slow them down and they have more than adequate air support to ensure UN and EU forces cannot damage them. The 3 regiments encamped at Czelin are at full compliment having been replenished by communist sympathizers from the newly controlled territories.
Hans looks over at a recovering Patrick Poulin who has just had his second heart surgery in less than 5 years. Obese and slovenly, he doesn’t look like he even belongs in the officers uniform he is wearing. “You are certain the virus is ready.”
“Absolutely. This company of frontline troops were given 3 days furlough before the defensive and we infected 20 prostitutes in the town of Letschin about a week ago. A few of the women were already symptomatic but not enough to draw attention. Enough of the troops will have been in significant contact to have contracted the virus. They will spread it.”
“This company has not been in contact with any others. They think they have a special assignment.”
“It doesn’t matter. They are not contagious for another 3 or 4 days. The virus cannot survive outside the host for more than a few hours. Theoretically, infected people could pass the virus to others with physical contact during that initial few hours and then become contagious a few days later. You need to make sure nobody gets out of the village. The F*&king Canadians got all of our vaccine and so far, we have only been able to make enough for less than 1 percent of the population. Marisa took most of it because the thing got out of control in Brazil and she needs the Vaccination to keep the government and police in check.
“How does she expect to gain control then?”
“She has recalled all her mercenary UN forces. More are on the way as we speak and the army there supports her. Shortages across the country is incentivizing the public to get back to work. Eventually, she will have things running smoothly. They are working feverishly to get vaccine production up so they can give it to the workers. Giving a smaller dose requires a booster shot within 5 years, they will work.”
“Back to our problem. So, we have 3 days for them to attack or for us to mount an offensive. This unit is mostly infantry but I don’t know if we can wait for the Russians to attack. They add troops every day. If we wait too long, they will be all over us before the virus starts to take its toll.”
“You should get your troops to put together a night incursion with the ruse that you want to sabotage their aircraft. If they succeed you win, if they fail and the survivors are taken prisoners you win.”
“Sounds like pretty good strategy for a civilian. I will take this to my commanders and put it into action. If we quarantine the village, will that contain the virus?
“Afraid not. If you quarantine it, some will find ways to escape. Too much territory. We have no choice but to send in a medical team with vaccine and ride it out. They will stay if we give them hope. You will still need to blockade the village but it is less likely they will attempt to flee.”
“Sure we have a choice. We can burn the village to the ground. Bomb from the outskirts in.”
“That is a really stupid idea. You bomb and burn your own village. You might as well broadcast to your entire forces where your loyalties are. Also, once you start on a plan like that there is no way you could get everyone. Some would escape and spread the virus in both our countries. No, I will send in my people. We will look like mother Theresa.”
“DID you forget who is in charge here. If I choose to burn them out I will, a little pissant like you doesn’t get to dictate to me, not on my battlefield.”
“Little pissant! Your battlefield! Without my assistance, your forces would be wiped out in days and from what I can see on the other side of the river they won’t even break a sweat. Incidentally, why do you think they are waiting?”
“Not sitting in their strategy sessions puts me at a slight disadvantage but if it was me, I would amass enough force and offer a chance to surrender. They would most certainly rather have an intact manufacturing infrastructure and a willing workforce then they will get, even in a short war. Plus, they may think there is still substantial communist support in the eastern areas, and this support will reinforce them for further forays into western Europe. Not fighting on multiple fronts is also helping them. I have my forces spread out across the entire Odor and the Russians have matching forces everywhere. Without the US or British assistance, we don’t stand a chance.”
“Has the Chancellor told you why the British will not assist?’
“He hasn’t but I am pretty certain they are watching world events unfold and when the time is right, they may renew their own imperialistic aspirations.”
“We still need 3 people to fill seats on the council. We could have put the currant speaker of the house on. He has been groomed for years and if we can stall the Russians long enough, he could work on getting their assistance. Between the British and remaining European nations, we have a far superior air capacity. Could turn the war.’
‘Who, John Cummings? I don’t think he would approve of some of our methods.”
“He will. I spoke with him myself when we were thinking of replacing Connolly. He was the choice I was going to put forward.”
General Christianson paces back and forth, “We should get some input from Marisa and Cabot. We also need the number two man in the Vatican on our group. If we had some influence there, we could get more support from Italy. They have offered up a pittance as has your own French government. Where do they think the Russians are going to stop?”
“Both governments believe the Russians are only interested in restoring the Soviet Union and will stop when they have conquered all the territory they previously encompassed.”
“Really. How naive. The Russians will not stop at Germany. They will push right to the coast. Spain and Portugal are most likely in their sights as well. I hope this works, I really don’t want to find out.”
“It will. The Canadians are still a few weeks away from finding out what they have recovered and months away from replicating it. By then, the Russian army will be decimated.’
“Back to my question, who is this new Cardinal anyway?”
“The Pope won’t cooperate so we couldn’t get our man appointed. We are working on finding leverage but for now we have several Lesser Cardinals who have enough influence to provide us with any assistance we may need. When one of our people is in position as an obvious successor, we will eliminate cardinal Posnanski and get our man in.”
“The Pope will have him thoroughly vetted, doesn’t want a repeat of the Palmeno mess. That was very embarrassing for the church even though most of the public did not believe the stories. The problem is that the Pope believed it and he is wary.”
The general adds, “I am in agreement on adding Cummings to our septuple, we need a replacement for Middleton as well.’
“They have no word on Middleton’s whereabouts, he may be still alive and our rules state that he must be ejected by no fewer than 5 of the council.”
“True but he is blown and there would be no way we could maintain enough secrecy to operate with him.”
“The only reason he is blown and not one of us is because they only chose to expose him. You can guarantee that Connolly had a file on all of us and gave that information to them so I have to wonder who has that information now.”
“Are you serious. Why do you think he killed himself? He was exposed as well. Whoever did it had to have their own sources and they can expose us as well, the question is, why have they not?”
“Doesn’t matter at this point. We control the media and all communication here. I have to go. Time to get my people into position to be captured.”
In Washington, Barry Middleton and Stephan Cabot are with several senior air force personnel, 2 army Generals and the top air force general, Max Greenfield. Middleton asks, “What is our operational readiness?”
General Greenfield replies, “we have full communications in all controlled US territories, about 25 percent of our air capacity up and running and our teams are working around the clock on the rest. Unfortunately, our intel reports that the two major rebel groups centered in the north west and south west are both up to full capacity and they are assisting the group centered in Dakota to get up to full capacity as well. We don’t know where they got their electronic replacements. All our spares were destroyed by the EMPs and we assumed so were theirs. We have sourced what we can from Europe, Australia and the Canadians but it will be months until we have a full compliment.”
Middleton frowns, clears his throat and says, “They will have all consolidated their independent states by the time we get up to full defensive capacity.”
“Sir, we have adequate defensive capacity should we be attacked. We lack the offensive capacity to launch any sort of sustained attack to regain control of the dissident regions. The Canadians have the same problem. Everything west of Manitoba has joined with US states and declared themselves independent republics. The new republic in the west calls itself Cascadia and has its capital in Seattle. They have already had a referendum and gotten a substantial positive response.”
Middleton looks impressed. “How do you know all this?”
“The general at Andrews was under my command, I promoted him to Brigadier 4 years ago and he was promoted to major General just last year. He shared the information with me.”
“Is he still loyal to the US government?”
“No sir. He is in agreement with the dissidents. Was in on the initial meetings when they were working out governance. He just wanted me to know what they were doing and why. There is no way short of a major civil war that the Cascadia region is going to concede. They are ready and willing to fight if necessary.”
“So, you were not able to get any strategic information from him?”
“He was wanting to warn me that military aggression from our side would be met with equal force and that they were already allied with the united states of Texas. Every military commander is on board.”
“4 months and they have already held elections.” Middleton looks at the two army generals, “the largest armories and the munitions depots are in US controlled territory. We could certainly mount a successful ground offensive with as much air support as we can muster.”
The two-star General looks at the second general who nods. “Yes sir, we could. Our ground forces are far superior to what they would have available and they do not have enough munitions to mount an extended defense. We could use ground munitions to defend against their supporting aircraft as well.”
Middleton looks at Cabot, “are all your factories up to full capacity yet.”
“They are. We need to discuss payment though. I have bills to pay and inflation is running so high that it is costing me too much to maintain my workforce. It is time to cut the guaranteed minimum income so they don’t have an option.”
“Okay, I will tell the president and congress to start decreasing it. We cannot drop it overnight. Meantime, we can pay market prices for your production.” To the Generals, Middleton says, “get your troops into position, we will be rolling in less than a week.”
Marisa walks down the stairs of the Chamber. As she descends, she looks at the April skies. Fading summer means most think the risk of the virus will soon diminish. Little do they know; the new strain is virulent right down to 15 degrees Celsius and only she has the cure. Demonstrators line the street several people deep, chanting Liberdade, Liberdade.
Marisa walks right up to the barricade and looks one of the leaders in the eyes. She raises her hand to the crowd and with a sweep, urges them to quiet. The leader facing her turns and does the same and the crowd quietens.
Marisa addresses the crowd. “You are free. Free to work and free to live. In the new world you will not get anything you do not earn. You work, you eat. You work, you get medical services. You work, you get housing. No exceptions. If you don’t work you get nothing.”
One of the onlookers shouts out, “what about those who cannot work?”
“Then you support them, the government cannot afford to do that anymore.”
Another shouts out, “what about our pensions, we earned them.”
“Your money is gone. You elected corrupt governments for years and they amassed so much debt that all the government assets were not even enough to come close to settling those debts. My companies still hold trillions of bonds. Foreign debt will never be repaid. I am willing to give you a chance to repay by rebuilding an economy that will be able to pay its debts.”
The din starts again and as it begins to rise, Marisa attempts to quieten the crowd. She motions the leader across the barricade to assist her. He does not. Marisa turns to the officer behind her and gestures to him.
The officer commands his troops, “Ready arms.”
The platoon of about 50, simultaneously chamber rounds.
“Aim. They all aim at the crowd.”
She then turns to the leader who is now terrified. “Can we silence them now.”
He turns to silence the crowd but too late as they stampede from the area yelling and screaming. Dozens are trampled. In minutes, the crowd of thousands has diminished to hundreds with some people scrambling to pick up the dead and injured.
Marisa watches with cruel amusement as the streets and adjacent areas clear. 5 minutes later. “do I have your attention now? Next time we fire.”
“You cannot do this, we are a democracy.”
“Yes, you are. You have a president and a house of representatives. You elected them and they will make the decisions for you but you and your country owe trillions and the collateral put up, was you. Until the debt is settled you all work for me.” With that she sweeps her hand across the crowd.
Marisa smiles evilly as he shrinks back. “you also might want to remember who gets to be vaccinated. Don’t work, no vaccination.”
“The virus has already run its course, as the cooler weather comes, we won’t need it and by next year it will be gone.”
“I wouldn’t count on that; our researchers claim it has evolved to our more temperate winter climate.”
“We hear your people created it.”
“Fake news. You heard wrong. We have worked hard to find a cure and a vaccine though.”
“Were not leaving.”
“Look behind you, almost everyone else has. Non-permitted demonstrations are now against the law. You have 2 minutes to clear out and if not, everyone left will be arrested, decide now.”
Behind him, some of the demonstrators within earshot begin leaving. Others stand their ground.
Marisa steps back several steps as two troop carriers roll up. “90 seconds.”
The leader looks around, now only about 40 protesters are left. 50 soldiers have their weapons trained on him and his group.
“60 seconds.”
The 40 remaining protesters watch him expectantly, switching their view from him to the troops and then back. A few more begin to slip away.
“30 seconds.”
“Ok, were leaving, you haven’t seen the last of us.” The leader says as he turns to leave.
“We have, the next time we see you in an illegal demonstration, you will be arrested and imprisoned.”
3 Days later in Czelin. “Sir, we have a problem. Some of the prisoners are sick, it looks like some sort of flue or possibly food poisoning.”
A Russian colonel looks at the doctor. “Was anyone sick when we captured them?”
“No sir, first symptoms appeared this morning.”
“Keep me posted.”
The doctor heads off back to the temporary medical hospital. Several of his colleagues have just returned from the mess hall.
That same day, near Letschin, 3 men and 2 women emerge from a tunnel outside the city. Left over from the days of the communist occupation, the tunnel is known by very few residents. General Christianson will never know of its existence.
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Post by texican on Jan 27, 2019 19:08:55 GMT -6
FT,
Thanks for the chapter....
Now, biological weapons will be used in the next war....
Eradication of the masses and armies....
Vaccines to control what is left....
What a way to fight a war....
Texican....
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Post by forthteller on Jan 30, 2019 12:26:39 GMT -6
FT, Thanks for the chapter.... Now, biological weapons will be used in the next war.... Eradication of the masses and armies.... Vaccines to control what is left.... What a way to fight a war.... Texican.... The problem with biological weapons is the collateral damage and the fact that they can backfire on you as well, abandoned tunnels and all. Remember the Canadians who found the Biological lab a few months back. I wonder if the medical experts in Cascadia have been able to reverse engineer the vaccine they found and manufacture more. It would have some pretty good trade value wouldn't you think? |
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Post by texican on Jan 30, 2019 15:59:16 GMT -6
FT, Thanks for the chapter.... Now, biological weapons will be used in the next war.... Eradication of the masses and armies.... Vaccines to control what is left.... What a way to fight a war.... Texican.... The problem with biological weapons is the collateral damage and the fact that they can backfire on you as well, abandoned tunnels and all. Remember the Canadians who found the Biological lab a few months back. I wonder if the medical experts in Cascadia have been able to reverse engineer the vaccine they found and manufacture more. It would have some pretty good trade value wouldn't you think?FT Yep,if there are $$$'s to be made, .gov and others will be on this in full force.... Texican.... |
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