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Post by htfiremedic on Apr 10, 2018 19:52:01 GMT -6
Dang fine writing there!
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Post by catspaw65 on Apr 10, 2018 20:18:49 GMT -6
Love the story and the new spacing it much easier on my eyes. Thanks.
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Post by 2t2crash on Apr 10, 2018 21:03:14 GMT -6
Thanks everyone, I'll go back and edit everything to reflect the change. I'll have some more soon with what's going on behind the frontlines. I have about hit the point where my muse needs to get me in gear again.
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Post by misterjimbo on Apr 10, 2018 21:13:18 GMT -6
I'm just confused? I need to read more.
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Post by 2t2crash on Apr 10, 2018 21:53:12 GMT -6
Thanks for the message on the correction needed MisterJimbo.
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Post by 2t2crash on Apr 10, 2018 21:56:08 GMT -6
12. Governor Mendez’s office State Capitol building, Olympia WA.
Governor Mendez paced back and forth in his luxuriously adorned office with his hands behind his back and a furious look on his face. The nerve of that General! Didn’t he realize who he was talking to? Mendez vowed to himself he would get even with him for his insolence. The military was under orders to follow his commands and he needed them to help put down the violence in the big cities! It was bad enough the military was giving him troubles but the rednecks that wouldn’t give up their guns were proving to be a major pain in his ass. He was losing FFACA troopers faster than expected and local cops were doing the bare minimum to help, they had even arrested some of the team leaders during a few of the house raids! As he continued to brood on the situation he was startled by a sharp knock on his door. “Come in!”
The Governor’s aid stepped into the office holding a blue folder and looked nervous. His cheap suit was wrinkled, his hair was a mess and his obviously un-shaved face showed the hours he had put in lately. The young man had in fact been up all night tracking the violence in the streets, particularly in Tacoma and the neighboring cities. Seattle had been moving along with the gun confiscations smoothly, the areas giving them trouble were not unexpected to him. He walked towards the Governor and held the folder out towards him.
“Sir this is a report on a particular string of violence against our FFACA teams that appear to be connected. We believe it started in Tacoma at the McCoy residence which was one of the first major attacks against a confiscation team. There have been further attacks in Spanaway and down 410 which reports indicate were all conducted by the same group of vehicles. We believe they are headed for Salmon Pass and we have another roadblock being set up to stop them. So far our small groups have not been able to stop them because they are setup with a machinegun.”
“Give me that!” As the Governor flips through the report with a furious look on his face his aid stands nervously waiting for his boss to give him directions. He was startled when Mendez looked up and threw the report at him.
“If they are headed towards the pass to get to Eastern WA we can catch up to them and stop them. Get one of the new assault groups loaded into trucks and equipped with weapons from the old NG Armory and tell that damned General we expect one of his “Advisors” ready to lead the convoy for us in 30 minutes. If they haven’t made it to the roadblock that means we still have time to catch up. I want these radicals killed and made an example of to anyone who thinks they can defy us. GO!”
FT. LEWIS MAIN GATE 40 MINUTES LATER Sergeant First Class Nicholas Caldwell stood by the passenger door of his armored HMMVW being briefed by his commanding officer AND the base commander. Caldwell was an 18-Bravo, Special Forces. He couldn’t figure out why his team had been selected to send two men to baby-sit a convoy of the Federal goons rather than a few Rangers or Pogues but he found out quickly. As he and his partner went over their gear and made ready for their mission Caldwell was approached by General Moore. SFC Caldwell came to attention and snapped a perfect salute and held it until the General returned the salute and dropped his first. “At ease Caldwell. I know you’re wondering why the hell I’m sending an SF team to conduct an escort mission but it’s because I need a combat veteran and believe it or not an SF team. The group being chased down is a civilian convoy that is believed to be comprised of veterans, their tactics and organization are too good to be survivalists like the retards on TV shows, plus we’ve been listening to their radio traffic since they shot up a FFACA checkpoint just outside of McChord Field. Your orders are as such:
Do not initiate fire with them, defensive return fire only unless you feel you will take casualties, and I don’t care what the FFACA commander on site says. If possible make contact with them and gather intel. Use your judgement on this part SFC: If they are a group that the SF and US Army can support you will deliver the pelican case of equipment we’ve put in your Hummer. In that case is a Sat-Phone to establish comms with them plus a couple of other pieces of equipment, as well as a tracker hidden inside the case. You have the CROWS system on your Humvee with the .50 so if they get stupid you defend yourselves. Stay safe and good luck.” SFC Caldwell snapped back to attention and rendered a salute. “Yes Sir.”
As Brigadier General Moore left, Caldwell’s Company Commander turned to him. “Nick I selected you for a reason, we’ve both been through shit together and I know how you work. I’m sending you and Luis for a reason, if they are enlisted they might trust a fellow E over an Officer on first encounter plus two SF vs a full team is more of an envoy than an assault package. Take it easy, let us know what you find out.”
“Yessir, we got this.”
With his partner already in the vehicle, Nick fired up the Hummer and headed to the main gate where a convoy of various vehicles was lined up. The convoy included two older model 2.5 ton trucks similar to the WWII Deuces, as well as an old Chevrolet Blazer and a couple of un-armored HMMVWs. All had been hastily painted black, with a red circle on the hood that had white lettered FFACA in the center. Caldwell scoffed as he took in the sight and thought out loud “What’d they do, raid the DRMO for vehicles?”
His longtime friend and team mate Staff Sergeant Luis Chen laughed. “Hell that Hummer has an M240 Bravo on it so they must have raided the Nasty Guys’ armory as well, look at this guy approaching.”
As they had been taking in the sight of the convoy a figure had exited the blazer and started towards them. The figure was wearing all black clothing to include a black beret. The air of confidence displayed was entertaining to the combat veterans and as the figure approached they got a better look.
“Hell that’s a woman.”
Stacy Felman approached the military vehicle, her head held high with a serious look on her face. She was 5’5’ tall and 120lbs soaking wet but had been selected for the role of platoon leader not because of her size, but because of long standing with the ANTIFA movement and her ability to organize and lead the protests she had been involved with during the early years of the movement against the fascists. Her group had been well known for its subtle use of violence against their opposition as well as for having not been caught by the police. Her entire group had been recruited to form the first Special Assault Platoon, the training they had been provided was fully funded by a well-known anti-gun lobbyist. The training had been led by a couple of Army veterans who believed in their cause, it primarily focused on basic platoon and squad tactics which had been geared more towards single leader mentality akin to those used by foreign nations. The instructors had attempted to break the groups down to squads and teams but soon realized that their trainees lacked the ability to work in smaller supporting units so they fell back on a reliance on one lead individual giving the instruction.
Stacy approached the driver’s window and after he opened the door she pointed to a gap in the convoy just behind her blazer. “I want you there, behind me. Here’s a hand-held radio so I can tell you where to go and what to do when needed. Stay out of our way otherwise.”
SFC Caldwell gave her dismissive wave as he gave her a response while closing his door. “Okay.” With that he idled up to his spot and the convoy began to move. “What a bitch.”
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Post by texican on Apr 16, 2018 22:37:44 GMT -6
2t2,
Thanks for the chapter....
Stacy is in for a very sudden and violent wake up call....
Texican....
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Post by 2t2crash on Apr 17, 2018 1:33:28 GMT -6
Indeed she is!
I've hit the point where I'm writing new chapters to post, my nephew has been staying the night the last few nights while his mom works the night shift. My computer room is also my spare bedroom so it's been not possible. I'll get another chapter up soon enough.
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Post by arkansascob on Apr 17, 2018 9:42:42 GMT -6
Thank for the writings crash. Liking the story so far. Kinda falls into how i think it will go down when SHTF and it comes down to the military. Least I hope so.
COB
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Post by 2t2crash on Apr 17, 2018 20:38:53 GMT -6
Thanks COB, it's kinda what I'm aiming for. Right now the group is just knocking the rust off for some, others are learning more and a few are in for a rude awakening to the realities of combat and war. I will touch on things like logistics, combat operations as well as the effects of previous combat stress being pulled back to the surface for some.
I don't want to give the impression I'm a combat vet, I personally spent my time in moving cargo and passengers on and of aircraft, but aim to make things seem as plausible as possible by having some of the friends and family proof read and correct me before it gets posted.
Names, places, times of service were changed up a bit but you get the idea.
Oh, the group is made of Vets and one thing enlisted personnel are very good at is "scrounging" for stuff.. You'll see.
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Post by 2t2crash on Apr 18, 2018 1:20:49 GMT -6
13. “Castle One, Hercules.”
“Send it.”
“We’re approaching the start of the pass; the gate is unlocked and open?”
“Lima Charlie, proceed at reduced rate of 20 MPH, all vehicles how copy?”
“Hercules copies, reducing speed now.”
“Cobra copies.”
“Hawkeye here, got it.”
“Crawdad, okay.”
“Blacksmith, Lima Charlie.”
The convoy slowed for its ascent up the scenic but at times very winding pass which would take them up to 5,400 ft of elevation before its long and much easier descent through the Cascades into Eastern Washington. The last mile of the road up was full of twists and turns, with a 2 foot tall man made rock wall acting as a stop to prevent vehicles from sliding over the side of the road to a long fall off the mountainside. The last turn was a hairpin turn would require vehicles to slow to 15 miles per hour before the last 300 yards to the top, where a large parking lot sat with areas to enjoy the view or for motorists to relieve themselves after the slow drive up.
The commanding view of the road in either direction and the wooded valley with its flowing river running through it not only provided a scenic stopping point for us to unwind at, it also provided a location where we would see anyone approaching long before they could get to us. It was at this point that we stopped our convoy for a break.
“All vehicles pull to the Eastern most parking lot, pull all the way forward and shut down in convoy order to ensure an easy departure. Let’s stretch our legs. Castle Out.”
We had stopped up here many times over the years so I needed no further direction. There were only a few other vehicles parked in the lot, their occupants at the edge of the lookout point enjoying the view. Luckily they had all parked in a separate lot than we intended to stop at, leaving wide open spaces for us to pull into. As I came to a stop and set the transmission to 1st gear and then set the parking brake.
“Guys keep your weapons on you, Zach secure the gun and lock the hatch back down please.”
“No problem.”
The other vehicles had all stopped side by side in an orderly fashion and the occupants were already climbing out and stretching. I wanted to check on Jose, but also wanted to make sure my baby girl was handling everything as well as possible so I stopped by Raquel’s Jeep which Dad had been driving. Pops was standing by the door, anticipating my first destination upon stopping. He looked tired, not just the physical sense but mentally and emotionally drained in a way that reminded me of how he looked when any of his three sons were deployed. Only this time it looked much worse.
“Dad, how are you and everyone else doing? Is anyone hurt?”
He sighed and pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, pulled one out and lit it with a cheap BIC that he fished out of the same pack. I looked on curiously and could help myself, holding my hand out for one.
“I thought you quit Son?”
“I did, years ago… kinda like how you did after that heart attack but with all this shit going on, I’ll take one too and we’ll get our asses chewed by the ladies together.”
As I lit the smoke and pulled on it I remembered why I loved them as well as why I hated them, they tasted like crap but the nicotine high worked magic on nerves. I made a mental note to not get hooked on them again.
Dad looked at me and gave me the run down. “I’m tired, and worried about my family. You boys are not new to this but I am so I’m dealing with it. Mom is a wreck and not really understanding how everything went crazy so fast, nor why her boys decided to take on the government. Jessica is asleep in there but during the shooting she was crying and hugging her little teddy bear. She’s going to need time with her Dad, she wants to know why people are trying to hurt us and I don’t know what to say to her besides telling her that the bad people are trying to harm her family but she’s safe.”
I give a sigh of frustration and regret. “You know Dad, I always believed that if there was a war to fight I’d rather it be me than my kids, and these bastards have drug them into it. I can’t explain it to you Pops, but a lot of us swore to protect and serve the Constitution… so help us God. It’s something that runs to the bone and it rings true to us as loudly as the day we took it. I worry for my kids, I worry for you and Mom. I don’t know how far this will go, nor what the future will bring us but I feel like we are doing the right thing here. You know combat wasn’t my gig when I was in, up until I was attacked I had never fired a shot in anger. Now I’ve killed people, nobody that didn’t deserve it but it’s still something I’m going to have to process but for now it gets buried deep down so that I can keep functioning. f*** I hope we are doing the right thing here.”
I take the last hit off my cigarette and stub it out on the ground, Dad does the same and embraces me in a hug. The feeling of a hug from your father is unexplainable, some pretend they don’t like it but I think it is all false bravado. Here I am, a grown ass man and still I feel like a kid when the old man embraces me. As we pull apart I let him know I need to check on Jose, but I’ll be back.
As I approach Rich’s truck I can see Jose leaning against the side of the Deuce puking, with my cousin beside him talking to him.
“Jose keep drinking water and stay the f*** awake and close to someone.. preferably me. Handle your business then sit down and relax, got it?”
“Copy that Doc.”
Ryan looks over to me. “He took a couple of rounds from a lucky burst, one to the chest and one to the Kevlar. The Kevlar hit smashed his helmet forward into his forehead, giving a concussion and one hell of a headache. He’ll be fine.
I raise an eyebrow in curiosity. “Aren’t the soft foam pads in the helmets supposed to prevent that shit?”
“The ones WE were issued yeah, he has the older ones with that piece of shit leather band and mesh net.”
“Ah, well keep an eye on him, how’s everyone else?”
“The fighters are fine, many are back in combat mode and handling it well. We’ll know more when they start sleeping and dreaming.”
“Got it, how are you doing?”
“I’m okay, between the corpsman experience and the EMT work I did I should be able to handle a lot but remember I’m not a doctor.”
“Yeah I know, I’m glad you’re with us but remember there’s no rules of engagement here, I doubt the FFACA will care if you’re the medic or not.”
“It’s nothing new, damn Mujahedeen targeted us on purpose over there. I’ll be fine… and armed.”
“Alright, well let’s all relax a bit and enjoy the scenery and let the little ones get out and walk around.”
I turn around to head back towards the jeep to see Jessica only to find her standing halfway between it and I, holding her Teddy and smiling at me. I walk over and pick her up, giving her a bear hug and a tickle.
“HI SLEEPYHEAD!”
She squirms in my arms and slaps my arm. “Don’t Tickle! Where is Mama?”
“We are walking over to her now dear, mommy had to pee.”
“I do too.”
“Okay, let’s take you to her then.”
We joke and play a little bit as we walk together towards the bathroom, right when we get there Raquel steps out and smiles at her little girl.
“Hey you! How are you?”
“I gotta pee mama.”
After they finish we all walk hand in hand towards the lookout point to join most of our group. The kids are looking through the binoculars, or running around. The older boys are conversing together off towards the side. Despite the day’s events it was relaxing and a cheerful time for group as we all unwound.
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Post by htfiremedic on Apr 18, 2018 16:49:09 GMT -6
13. “Castle One, Hercules.” “Send it.” “We’re approaching the start of the pass; the gate is unlocked and open?” “Lima Charlie, proceed at reduced rate of 20 MPH, all vehicles how copy?” “Hercules copies, reducing speed now.” “Cobra copies.” “Hawkeye here, got it.” “Crawdad, okay.” “Blacksmith, Lima Charlie.” The convoy slowed for its ascent up the scenic but at times very winding pass which would take them up to 5,400 ft of elevation before its long and much easier descent through the Cascades into Eastern Washington. The last mile of the road up was full of twists and turns, with a 2 foot tall man made rock wall acting as a stop to prevent vehicles from sliding over the side of the road to a long fall off the mountainside. The last turn was a hairpin turn would require vehicles to slow to 15 miles per hour before the last 300 yards to the top, where a large parking lot sat with areas to enjoy the view or for motorists to relieve themselves after the slow drive up. The commanding view of the road in either direction and the wooded valley with its flowing river running through it not only provided a scenic stopping point for us to unwind at, it also provided a location where we would see anyone approaching long before they could get to us. It was at this point that we stopped our convoy for a break. “All vehicles pull to the Eastern most parking lot, pull all the way forward and shut down in convoy order to ensure an easy departure. Let’s stretch our legs. Castle Out.” We had stopped up here many times over the years so I needed no further direction. There were only a few other vehicles parked in the lot, their occupants at the edge of the lookout point enjoying the view. Luckily they had all parked in a separate lot than we intended to stop at, leaving wide open spaces for us to pull into. As I came to a stop and set the transmission to 1st gear and then set the parking brake. “Guys keep your weapons on you, Zach secure the gun and lock the hatch back down please.” “No problem.” The other vehicles had all stopped side by side in an orderly fashion and the occupants were already climbing out and stretching. I wanted to check on Jose, but also wanted to make sure my baby girl was handling everything as well as possible so I stopped by Raquel’s Jeep which Dad had been driving. Pops was standing by the door, anticipating my first destination upon stopping. He looked tired, not just the physical sense but mentally and emotionally drained in a way that reminded me of how he looked when any of his three sons were deployed. Only this time it looked much worse. “Dad, how are you and everyone else doing? Is anyone hurt?” He sighed and pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, pulled one out and lit it with a cheap BIC that he fished out of the same pack. I looked on curiously and could help myself, holding my hand out for one. “I thought you quit Son?” “I did, years ago… kinda like how you did after that heart attack but with all this shit going on, I’ll take one too and we’ll get our asses chewed by the ladies together.” As I lit the smoke and pulled on it I remembered why I loved them as well as why I hated them, they tasted like crap but the nicotine high worked magic on nerves. I made a mental note to not get hooked on them again. Dad looked at me and gave me the run down. “I’m tired, and worried about my family. You boys are not new to this but I am so I’m dealing with it. Mom is a wreck and not really understanding how everything went crazy so fast, nor why her boys decided to take on the government. Jessica is asleep in there but during the shooting she was crying and hugging her little teddy bear. She’s going to need time with her Dad, she wants to know why people are trying to hurt us and I don’t know what to say to her besides telling her that the bad people are trying to harm her family but she’s safe.” I give a sigh of frustration and regret. “You know Dad, I always believed that if there was a war to fight I’d rather it be me than my kids, and these bastards have drug them into it. I can’t explain it to you Pops, but a lot of us swore to protect and serve the Constitution… so help us God. It’s something that runs to the bone and it rings true to us as loudly as the day we took it. I worry for my kids, I worry for you and Mom. I don’t know how far this will go, nor what the future will bring us but I feel like we are doing the right thing here. You know combat wasn’t my gig when I was in, up until I was attacked I had never fired a shot in anger. Now I’ve killed people, nobody that didn’t deserve it but it’s still something I’m going to have to process but for now it gets buried deep down so that I can keep functioning. f*** I hope we are doing the right thing here.” I take the last hit off my cigarette and stub it out on the ground, Dad does the same and embraces me in a hug. The feeling of a hug from your father is unexplainable, some pretend they don’t like it but I think it is all false bravado. Here I am, a grown ass man and still I feel like a kid when the old man embraces me. As we pull apart I let him know I need to check on Jose, but I’ll be back. As I approach Rich’s truck I can see Jose leaning against the side of the Deuce puking, with my cousin beside him talking to him. “Jose keep drinking water and stay the f*** awake and close to someone.. preferably me. Handle your business then sit down and relax, got it?” “Copy that Doc.” Ryan looks over to me. “He took a couple of rounds from a lucky burst, one to the chest and one to the Kevlar. The Kevlar hit smashed his helmet forward into his forehead, giving a concussion and one hell of a headache. He’ll be fine. I raise an eyebrow in curiosity. “Aren’t the soft foam pads in the helmets supposed to prevent that shit?” “The ones WE were issued yeah, he has the older ones with that piece of shit leather band and mesh net.” “Ah, well keep an eye on him, how’s everyone else?” “The fighters are fine, many are back in combat mode and handling it well. We’ll know more when they start sleeping and dreaming.” “Got it, how are you doing?” “I’m okay, between the corpsman experience and the EMT work I did I should be able to handle a lot but remember I’m not a doctor.” “Yeah I know, I’m glad you’re with us but remember there’s no rules of engagement here, I doubt the FFACA will care if you’re the medic or not.” “It’s nothing new, damn Mujahedeen targeted us on purpose over there. I’ll be fine… and armed.” “Alright, well let’s all relax a bit and enjoy the scenery and let the little ones get out and walk around.” I turn around to head back towards the jeep to see Jessica only to find her standing halfway between it and I, holding her Teddy and smiling at me. I walk over and pick her up, giving her a bear hug and a tickle. “HI SLEEPYHEAD!” She squirms in my arms and slaps my arm. “Don’t Tickle! Where is Mama?” “We are walking over to her now dear, mommy had to pee.” “I do too.” “Okay, let’s take you to her then.” We joke and play a little bit as we walk together towards the bathroom, right when we get there Raquel steps out and smiles at her little girl. “Hey you! How are you?” “I gotta pee mama.” After they finish we all walk hand in hand towards the lookout point to join most of our group. The kids are looking through the binoculars, or running around. The older boys are conversing together off towards the side. Despite the day’s events it was relaxing and a cheerful time for group as we all unwound. Nice!!! Thanks for MOAR!
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Post by texican on Apr 18, 2018 18:40:07 GMT -6
2T2,
Thanks for the chapter....
FFACA will be waiting....
What will the military do? ? ? ?
Only another chapter will reveal....
Texican....
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Post by 2t2crash on Apr 18, 2018 23:20:22 GMT -6
2T2, Thanks for the chapter.... FFACA will be waiting.... What will be military do? ? ? ? Only another chapter will reveal.... Texican.... FFACA is behind the power curve and trying to catch up to the group. FFACA may seem like a group of bumbling idiots right now and that's for a reason: they are a relatively new Agency and have relied on intimidation and compliance which has mostly worked. They will adapt and improve through the story but until then they are not much challenge to folks who've been there/done that.
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Post by darkwolf on Apr 18, 2018 23:52:30 GMT -6
The area you are writing about I know well.
I was a 901 at McChord.
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Post by 2t2crash on Apr 19, 2018 0:16:05 GMT -6
The area you are writing about I know well. I was a 901 at McChord. You should easily figure out the name changes and a few terrain changes too. Last hunting season there was an early but heavy snowfall and they hadn't closed the pass yet. A Chevy lost traction during that last tight turn and slid down to the snow and mud in the middle while myself and a Mini Cooper behind me made it up. Unfortunately I was not in a position to help or else I would have been stuck too.
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Post by 2t2crash on Apr 22, 2018 0:24:29 GMT -6
14. Sergeant First Class Caldwell was bored, scratch that… he was completely fucking bored and frustrated to boot. The clowns he and SSgt Chen were stuck with were a maddening lot to have to deal with… and that spoke volumes because they had trained some of the DUMBEST foreign nationals the areas they had been to could dig up. As the radio crackled with more back and forth nonsense from the various vehicles he was convoying with he gave a disgusted sigh.
“Luis do you remember the Afghan Police being like this?”
“No, but maybe it’s because they knew their lives were in danger.”
“I dunno, these guys have no radio discipline, they are all over the damn road, shoot at random shit on the side of the road and are generally just fucking idiots.”
Chen nodded in agreement, looking out the window to scan the area around them. He looked at his friend. “Nick, what do you think of this group? We’ve seen the damage they can inflict, hell that roadblock they shot up that we had to stop and inspect looked like it had been hit by folks that knew what the hell they were doing. The impact patterns on the cars were too tight and well controlled to be anything but an LMG, with full auto being illegal before these fucking bans that would make at least one of them a Felon.”
“I don’t know bro, all these idiots keep talking about is this being a group of crazy rednecks or racists who formed a militia. I don’t buy it, the intel that we were provided points towards a group who’s tired of the BS. The fact that a chunk of their group is former military speaks volumes. We haven’t seen any shot-up civilians from these guys, not in the two towns we passed through nor the roadblock. We’ll have to make that judgement call when and if we meet these folks. If this group of retards we have the pleasure of escorting comes into contact with who we are following I don’t think it’ll turn out the way the FFACA expects.
The radio crackles to life again, interrupting their conversation.
“Okay team, after this turn we have a short straightaway before a sharp turn that will take us to the top and we can pick up speed on the way down.”
Nick and Chen are both on edge, they have been in the shit many times and have learned to trust their instincts. Something wasn’t right and neither of them liked the feeling they were getting. The convoy was in the straight stretch of road, sharp drop off to their right, and the peak of the roadway above them. If there was a spot for an ambush this would be it. Debris on the side of the road amped up their alarm.
“Chen pan the MG up and to about 9 o’clock, keep an eye on the ri..”
BABOOOOOM!
An explosion cuts off any further conversation. In the side mirror Nick watches the devastating effects of a roadside bomb rip through the last vehicle. The explosion is powerful enough to lift the unarmored HMMWV off the ground while simultaneously blowing the front of the vehicle apart. It immediately erupted in flames and Nick stared in horror for a split second before his training kicked in. Nick slammed the accelerator petal to the firewall in order to clear the ambush zone.
He gripped the steering wheel tight enough to make his knuckles turn white, steering it hard left to clear the command vehicle in front of him.
Luis scanned the area as Nick maneuvered the vehicle, keeping as calm as he could. “Get us out of this killzone!”
“I’m working on it, just need to give us a little distance from these other vehicles. If they want to sit and get fucked up that’s on them.
Nick pulled the vehicle 50 yards ahead of the lead HMMWV and angled his so that the front was pointed up the road towards the top of the road. The lack of small arms fire was not lost on them.
“Nick what the f*** was that? I’d swear it was an IED, it sounded like homemade explosive but there is no incoming fire.”
The handheld radio came to life “Everyone get out and setup security, face towards the top of the hill!”
The two soldiers watched as the “highly trained” FFACA troops got out of their vehicles and moved to the side of the road to form a skirmish line. The turret gunner in the lead HMMWV had at least turned his gun around to face the top of the road, otherwise very few of the FFACA troops were using cover despite the fact that the patch of ground in front of them was moderately wooded with large pine trees.
Then the nervous tension in the air was released with first the single crack of a rifle and then a fusillade of small arms fire directed at the convoy that had just dismounted.
Luis watched in fascination and horror as half the head of the turret gunner disappeared in a macabre spray of blood, bones, and brains across the top of the vehicle. What sort of heavy weapon did they have up there? As the two Special Forces members sat shocked they laid witness to the firefight in front of them. They had no love for the group they had been ordered to ride with, but to see the scene in front of them on US soil had them taken aback. Luis grabbed the joystick to the remote controlled .50 caliber machinegun mounted on their roof and began to pan it up towards the attackers.
“Don’t fire Luis, not unless we start getting hit hard.”
“I know our orders and ROE, I just want to use the imaging to see what’s up there.” Just as Luis stopped the camera on the location of the automatic weapon that was firing down into the fuckers down hill he watched on the display screen as a kid poked up over the rock wall and aimed a rifle at their vehicle, firing three shots which were rewarded with two impacts on the Up-armored vehicle’s windshield resulting in a mild pock mark into the glass.
Nick jumped a bit. “What the f*** was that? Why the aren’t you returning fire and why the f*** are you laughing?”
Luis had seen the shots fired and Identified the shooter, but started laughing as he saw an older man smack the young kid upside the head and point at his and Nick’s location.
“relax man, a kid shot three rounds at us and was rewarded with being hit upside the head like one of the three stooges.”
“Alright, hold fire. I hear the AR-15s fire, as well as some heavy rifles that I assume are large caliber bolt action, plus that damn machinegun. It’s firing to slow to be a 240 or an RPK, it’s hard to tell from here. They’ve already cut down half the FFACA. I don’t get why they used an IED nor how they know how. Sit tight and hope they leave us the f*** out of it.”
Their handheld crackled to life again with the voice of Stacy screaming at them. “Why the hell aren’t you firing at them Sergeant?! SHOOT THEM OR SO HELP ME I’LL…” Another report from a rifle above silenced the FFACA platoon’s leader, resulting in further chaos for the ambush victims. Soon it was all over and the pair waited for the next step… the real part of their mission.
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Post by texican on Apr 22, 2018 20:54:41 GMT -6
2t2,
Wwweeeeellllll....
Seems like the FFACA is not welllll liked....
Time for the American citizens to search the bodies, throw the bodies over the cliff and take the weapons and vehicles and increase their force power....
The observing military will comm with the group and probably offer some time tested military advice....
Texican....
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Post by 2t2crash on Apr 26, 2018 1:05:08 GMT -6
Another chapter written, just being read over by my proof-reader... I don't want to give you guys crap.
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Post by accountant on Apr 26, 2018 7:52:29 GMT -6
2t2, don't worry about posting crap. The MOAR hounds don't seem to mind. After all, they read the crap I post. A.
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Post by 2t2crash on Apr 26, 2018 11:29:55 GMT -6
15. As we all wound down from relaxing and playing around in the parking lot Matt walked up to me with a curious look on his face.
“Do you hear that?”
“I can’t hear anything besides the kids and the ringing in my ears, too much exposure to loud ass jets taking off dude. What is it?”
“I’d swear I hear the echo of diesel engines down in the valley, coming up. There shouldn’t be any tractor trailers on this road so I don’t know why I hear it. It’s been getting a little louder but still some ways away down the mountain.”
I look at him curiously, then in alarm. “Go tell Uncle Leo, now!”
As Matt heads towards Uncle Leo I holler out for Corey and my brothers, we might not be able to hear very well but we could get the gears moving. As the three were headed towards me I noticed a few of the others in our group c*** their heads to the side as they started to hear the vehicles too. Corey was the first to get to me, with Jake and then Brad right on his heels.
“You guys Matt hears a few diesel engines down the road some ways away but definitely getting closer. I can only imagine it’s people pissed off at us, Brad go f*** with the radios and see if you can pick anything up, lets us three get everyone ready just in case. Matt is letting Uncle Leo know right now, Jake you tell the guys I’ll start getting the ladies and kids moving.
Corey looked at his truck then back at me. “I’m going to get a surprise ready.” With that he was off like a shot towards his vehicle. Jake just looked at me and shrugged. We didn’t have a damn clue what he was up to but knowing Corey it was bound to be big.
Before I could start getting the word out to the families Uncle Leo had heard the information from Matt about the vehicles and took matters into his own hands. “EVERYONE GATHER AROUND QUICK!” It only took a couple of minutes for the children to be wrangled up and all of the family (both by blood, by marriage or by association such as the family friends) to gather around. Uncle didn’t waste any time with chit chat. “Matt heard some large diesel engines down the valley, I’m sure some of you can hear them now too. We don’t know if they are friendly or not but we aren’t going to sit around and wait till they are up here to find out.
I want everyone not fighting to get in the all but Jim and Rich’s trucks and start heading down the pass. That part of the pass is long but not very steep or twisty, with all of the trailers and gear we have I don’t think we will be able to outrun the vehicles in pursuit if it is in fact the FFACA again.
I want you all to head down to the first town and park there, it’ll be about an hour and a half away. We’ll all follow in the two trucks. Keep calm and don’t worry. Everyone staying behind gather your gear. And get back here.”
The flurry of activity that followed was made with haste but not with panic as vehicles were filled, gear pulled, donned and everyone got ready. I went to my truck to grab my vest and my plate carrier. As I approached Raquel and Jim Jr. were there gearing up as well, Zach was already in his armor and pulling ammunition belts out of boxes.
I looked at my wife and son with reservation. “What are you two doing?”
My wife gave me one of her determined looks that said, “You won’t win this argument”. “We are getting ready to protect our family. Got a problem with that?” After 20 years of marriage you get a good feel for what battles a husband can win, and which he most definitely wont and this was the later. With a sigh I looked from my wife to my son. “Fine, stay by me, keep your heads down and do what I do. Those .30 Carbines should work just as well as the other weapons we have since the roads are so close. Son grab two belts of ammunition for the MG, we’ll be supporting Zach and the .30 caliber.”
“Zach grab the 1919, I want your first belt to be one of the AP belts and after that we’ll use ball. Let’s get over to Leo.”
Loaded for bear and nervous with the situation we walked over to where all the fighters were gathering. The first of the vehicles heading out started off as we arrived at the group. Most were equipped with AR-15s, a couple had semi-automatics of other sorts like the two M1 Carbines, and my brother Jake with his M1A scout that we always gave him shit about.
Uncle Leo cleared his throat and was about to begin when Corey came running up to the group, only he had run up the side of the road from down below. “Where the f*** were you at?”
“Setting up a surprise for someone.” Corey’s pants and hands were covered in dirt and he had been sweating his ass off, but his shit-eating grin told us that our Combat Engineer was up to something.
“Tell me after this Corey. Alright everyone, most of you know what an L shaped ambush is, that’s what we are going to setup here. I want that machinegun setup at end of the sort side of the ambush, pointed down. It’ll cover the road below and be setup to fire directly down the last stretch up the road to our location if it’s needed. I want three others setup along the short length, one of which is going to be Zach’s AG. The rest line up along the rock wall and keep your asses down until you hear me shoot. Keep your radios on, pass information to those without the handhelds. We can hear the vehicles so get moving!”
I turned to my wife and son “Raquel stay by my brothers, Jim you’re with me by the machinegun. Let’s go!” We trotted off after Zach who was already 30 feet away getting the bipods extended on the M1919A6, two belts on the ground next to him. Our entire left side would be exposed to the length of the road below but we had at least a dozen shooters protecting that flank. The weight of the plates, carrier, ammunition, water, and my helmet was bearing down on me with each foot fall as I jogged. My damn back was going to be killing me tonight.
Zach had positioned the gun in a spot on the rock wall where a three-foot-wide gap had been made by a vehicle that crashed into it the year before. Black ice and someone’s bad luck had created the perfect spot for us to setup. I directed my son to set his ammunition down and lay to my left, as I positioned myself to the left of Zach, ready to feed him fresh belts as needed and to direct his fire. He was already behind the gun, fresh belt loaded and stock in his arm ready.
“Jim scoot over, this is going to sound gay but just do it. Snug up beside me, put your right leg over my left and get close as shit to me so that we are almost rubbing heads. Take that fucking helmet off before you hit me with it! Good, you direct my fire and tell me when I’m getting low on rounds and keep an eye out.”
I pushed my helmet to my son, it seemed he forgot his too. “Put this on, keep your head down you got it? Good. Let’s stack some bodies.”
As we heard the vehicle noise increase Corey knelt by our Uncle who was looking towards the bend in the road with his binoculars. “What did you set down there Corey?”
“Homemade explosive with a remote detonator. It won’t do much if they are in armored vehicles but if they aren’t it’ll tear some shit up for us.”
“Christ boy, where’d you learn to make that shit?”
“Afghanistan Uncle, I found and destroyed enough of them to see how they were made.”
“Wasn’t EOD supposed to destroy the Improvised Explosive Devices?”
“Yeah but we didn’t like waiting for them so we did it ourselves.”
“Fair enough. I’ll tell you what to hit.”
“Roger.”
We waited with baited breath for the vehicles to come into view, they had grown very loud now and we could tell there were more than a few. More than a few of us cursed as the first few vehicles came into view. Mounted machineguns were not what we wanted to see, especially an up-armored one with a remote .50 caliber M2 on top. The ONLY hope we had against that was the belt of AP rounds we had, which were not likely to do anything but piss its crew off.
Zach cursed then muttered out “At least it’s not a Mark 19 on top, we’d be totally fucked.”
I couldn’t agree more. “Target the driver’s window, short controlled bursts. We have 50 rounds of Armor Penetrators to try and take that window out and the crew. It’s about our only chance.”
Our radios crackled to the voice of Brad. “Everyone listen up, DO NOT engage the armored Humvee with the .50 caliber on top, that thing has markings on it from Ft. Lewis. Again, shoot the black FFACA vehicles, NOT the tan US ARMY Hummer.”
“Hopefully they are just as pissed at FFACA as we are.”
All vehicles had come into view now and continuing their slow pace up towards the hairpin turn. Uncle Leo dropped the binoculars to his chest, the lanyard around his neck and retaining strap around his chest keeping them in place. “Corey, I want you to hit the rear most vehicle with that bomb, got it?”
“Got it.”
“Brad let them know to standby for friendly controlled-detonation, but hold fire until my go.”
“Copy.” Brad keyed up the mic on his radio and relayed the information, leaving many of the group confused but ready for an explosion. Some just weren’t ready for the source and the method used.
Corey stared intently, holding a cheap cell phone in his hand with his finger on the send button. He narrowed his eyes and pressed the button. After a split-second delay the IED exploded, sending the rear-most HMMWV up with a blast that echoed through the valley and rained car parts in a 50 foot radius. Most of the group jumped in their own skin at the shock from the devastation, I laid there mouth agape. I had seen video footage of IED hits on friendly vehicles in Iraq, and carried stretchers with soldiers who had lost limbs to IEDs while in Tikrit but had never witnessed it with my own eyes. Unbeknownst to me at the time but both Rich and Ryan at sat in shock as memories from their combat tours flooded their minds. That’s the fickle thing about having experienced the stress of combat, you never knew what would bring it all back in a debilitating way. I guess it’s one thing to be the targeted convoy and react to the hit, and another to watch it happen.
Uncle Leo still had not fired, as the convoy below stopped to see what had happened and disgorged their fighters.
We waited.
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Post by htfiremedic on Apr 27, 2018 16:54:38 GMT -6
Heck yeah!
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Post by 2t2crash on Apr 27, 2018 19:06:15 GMT -6
that's right... I intentionally left yall at that cliff hanger.
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Post by texican on Apr 29, 2018 0:38:25 GMT -6
2t2,
And we also wait....
Texican....
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Post by accountant on Apr 30, 2018 12:38:52 GMT -6
2t2,
My fingers are getting tired! Let's GO!!!!
A.
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