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Authors: Shawn Chesser
Tags: Science-Fiction, Fantasy
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finish his sentence, a fifty caliber bullet traveling at 2800 feet per second entered just below his eye socket. His head became a pink mist that covered the travellers around him with tiny pieces of vaporized brain, blood and pebble sized flecks of bone. Time seemed to stand still for the people clustered around the man. The people gathered their wits and pandemonium broke out. The shrieking started with the drunk lady first. Most everyone made for their cars in an attempt to escape the menacing gang.
Three hundred yards away the ex-marine scout sniper turned outlaw biker, put down his Barrett sniper rifle and high fived his buddy.
As if on cue, the rest of the gang attacked the innocent people with fists, knives and guns. Men were not spared. One biker decapitated the whiny middle aged man with a machete. While his lifeblood pumped from the stump of his neck the assailants dragged his drunken wife away kicking and screaming. She was flex cuffed and thrown into a civilian Hummer2 driven by one of the biker’s old ladies.
The massacre was swift and complete. They spared the mom that had been in the trooper’s face, two teenage girls that had just witnessed their parent’s murder and a twenty something redhead that had been hitchhiking with an elderly man. They were all trying to flee the madness in Portland and this is what they received in return.
Had he arrived two minutes sooner the man would have found himself in the middle of a massacre. While he watched helplessly two of the bikers held up the little girl. While she struggled valiantly the big red bearded animal gutted her with his machete. Duncan hadn’t witnessed anything like this since his first tour in Vietnam. The mom wailed on her hands and knees cradling the remains of her little girl as the bikers laughed.
It took a three point turn for him get the wide, long bed pickup pointing in the other direction on the narrow two lane road. Trying to literally put the scene in his rear view mirror he raced east on the old scenic highway.
Chapter 18
Day 2 Fort Bragg, North Carolina
Mike Desanto was on the phone with his base commander Major Phillip Link giving him a situation report.
"Sir, the call has been made; all of the active shooters have been ordered RTB. Half of our active Alpha Teams are in the Stan, and days away. Coronado is calling in all of their support personnel, SEAL teams 1 and 10 are on deployment but most of the other teams have formed up and are on base. I just received word that the east coast garrisons are doing call backs. SEAL team 6 is in Pakistan looking for Bin-Laden. We recently received a sit-rep from them, they want an exfil ASAP. Their last transmission indicated that everyone in the Middle East is going to meet their seventy two virgins pretty soon. Almost all of the civilian communications are down. At least we have our satellite comms up and running for our operators.”
Cutting his friend off he said “Mike I need to see you ASAP. I have a high priority mission for you.”
“Right away sir, give me five mikes.”
Captain Desantos walked across the base from the north entry to have a face to face with his commander. He was summoned in after knocking on the door to the air conditioned communications room.
Mike saluted his superior and was greeted with the same, followed by “At ease” coming from Major Link.
“What do you have for me sir?”
Straight and to the point Link said, “POTUS is incommunicado and has been since 03:00 EST.”
Mikes face blanched at the news, “Last known location?” he asked.
“1600 Pennsylvania Avenue. Stubborn SOB thought he would be safe there… ride it out with his family” the Major said shaking his head.
All comms are down in the district. Our NSA bird sent back images of Marine One sitting on the south lawn. The walking dead are on the grounds and no living beings have been seen in the vicinity since communications ceased.”
“ROE?” (Rules of Engagement)
Three hundred yards away the ex-marine scout sniper turned outlaw biker, put down his Barrett sniper rifle and high fived his buddy.
As if on cue, the rest of the gang attacked the innocent people with fists, knives and guns. Men were not spared. One biker decapitated the whiny middle aged man with a machete. While his lifeblood pumped from the stump of his neck the assailants dragged his drunken wife away kicking and screaming. She was flex cuffed and thrown into a civilian Hummer2 driven by one of the biker’s old ladies.
The massacre was swift and complete. They spared the mom that had been in the trooper’s face, two teenage girls that had just witnessed their parent’s murder and a twenty something redhead that had been hitchhiking with an elderly man. They were all trying to flee the madness in Portland and this is what they received in return.
Had he arrived two minutes sooner the man would have found himself in the middle of a massacre. While he watched helplessly two of the bikers held up the little girl. While she struggled valiantly the big red bearded animal gutted her with his machete. Duncan hadn’t witnessed anything like this since his first tour in Vietnam. The mom wailed on her hands and knees cradling the remains of her little girl as the bikers laughed.
It took a three point turn for him get the wide, long bed pickup pointing in the other direction on the narrow two lane road. Trying to literally put the scene in his rear view mirror he raced east on the old scenic highway.
Chapter 18
Day 2 Fort Bragg, North Carolina
Mike Desanto was on the phone with his base commander Major Phillip Link giving him a situation report.
"Sir, the call has been made; all of the active shooters have been ordered RTB. Half of our active Alpha Teams are in the Stan, and days away. Coronado is calling in all of their support personnel, SEAL teams 1 and 10 are on deployment but most of the other teams have formed up and are on base. I just received word that the east coast garrisons are doing call backs. SEAL team 6 is in Pakistan looking for Bin-Laden. We recently received a sit-rep from them, they want an exfil ASAP. Their last transmission indicated that everyone in the Middle East is going to meet their seventy two virgins pretty soon. Almost all of the civilian communications are down. At least we have our satellite comms up and running for our operators.”
Cutting his friend off he said “Mike I need to see you ASAP. I have a high priority mission for you.”
“Right away sir, give me five mikes.”
Captain Desantos walked across the base from the north entry to have a face to face with his commander. He was summoned in after knocking on the door to the air conditioned communications room.
Mike saluted his superior and was greeted with the same, followed by “At ease” coming from Major Link.
“What do you have for me sir?”
Straight and to the point Link said, “POTUS is incommunicado and has been since 03:00 EST.”
Mikes face blanched at the news, “Last known location?” he asked.
“1600 Pennsylvania Avenue. Stubborn SOB thought he would be safe there… ride it out with his family” the Major said shaking his head.
All comms are down in the district. Our NSA bird sent back images of Marine One sitting on the south lawn. The walking dead are on the grounds and no living beings have been seen in the vicinity since communications ceased.”
“ROE?” (Rules of Engagement)
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