Apocalypse in the Homeland: The Adventures of John Harris by Anthony Newman Page A

suddenly as it started.
    The 22 surviving CP personnel were lined up and handcuffed with zip ties. Their wounded were given aide and would be flown to Mobile to recuperate so they could be interrogated.
    Sonny was directing the prisoner security when several spit on him.  He quickly knocked both to the ground and stated, “I forgot that ya’ll are all racist SOBs. Well ya’ll are lucky that we need information from your sorry asses or I’d just skin you alive.”
    He took his bayonet out of its scabbard and rubbed it against one of the idiot’s cheek as though he were about to shave him.
    The guy said, “None of us will tell you anything, you sorry nigger.”
    Sonny turned the blade on edge against the man’s neck and started drawing it downward making a shallow cut in the man’s throat.
    “If none of you will talk then I’ll start by slicing this guy’s throat and keep cutting until one of you does. I’m just a nigger so no one expects me to behave any better.”
    Sonny’s team laughed and started making bets on how many of the CP would lose their heads before the first one talked.
    Sonny continued cutting and suddenly the man said, “I’ll tell you what you want to know. Please stop, you’re killing me.”
    “So, you don’t mind talking with a nigger?”
    “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”
    “Joan, take him to Scott and remind him along the way that I’ll cut his damn head off if he clams up.”
    Joan walked him over to Scott’s Humvee and turned him over to his security team. He was very talkative.
    Scott asked, “Does the CP have any bases in this area?”
    “No, the closest is in Dallas.”
    “Give the locations of every one that you are aware of.”
    The prisoner was holding his neck and said, “Can you have someone take care of my neck?”
    “You won’t bleed to death as long as you keep pressure on the cut. Now talk.”
    The man, who was an officer, knew most of the locations in North America. Scott was worried because there were three in the area that he was going into to search for his father. Denver, Oklahoma City and Topeka were in the middle of the area that he planned to search.
    They finished interrogating the prisoner, had lunch and then interrogated five more. Most of the men only knew a few locations each, but they confirmed over half of the locations that the officer had given them. All of them had been to two or more working as guards so they knew quite a bit about their security, weapons and SOPs. Scott passed all of this info on to Gus.
     
    Scott filled Gus in on the successful attack on the CP position and gave him the info gained from the brief interrogations.
    “Gus, as important as the information is I must add that their command thinks that we killed all of them so they have no clue that we know this much about them.”
    “Damn Scott, this is much worse than we ever imagined. They are in every state and all of the large cities. Do you believe that there are over 150,000 of the CP across the country?”
    “Several of the men backed that up. Apparently, they were prepared for a world disaster and have plenty of food, ammo and guns. They also had all types of vehicles and aircraft stored in EMP proof bunkers. They were better prepared than the US military. I’m beginning to think that they may have had inside information before the attack on the USA began.”
    “The supply helicopters will be there in the morning; load them up and we’ll perform a more thorough interrogation when they get here. Good job.”
     
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    “Sir, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but the ISA forces wiped out our team in Louisiana. It appears that they are all dead.”
    Bo looked up at him and had an evil grin on his face.
    “I know that you warned me not to attack them and we didn’t. I only know that I was on the radio with the section leader when the attack began. There were numerous explosions. I don’t see how anyone survived.”
    “I hope you learned to take