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the ISA military more seriously. They have the best of all the military branches and the passion for starting their own country. We both can’t exist in this new world. Get with the staff and develop a plan to defeat them before the end of this year.”
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The helicopters arrived the next morning bringing supplies and 50 heavily armed rangers to protect the ammo dump until the Navy could arrange for security. The prisoners were loaded up and sent back to Mobile for interrogation.
Scott introduced the ranger officer to the mayor and town council and let them know his team would be heading out the next day.
“The rangers will watch over you and train your militia until you are strong enough to handle your own security. Two helicopter gunships will be based here, along with some scout planes that will support our mission. The ISA will be trucking ammo from here to where it’s needed and will bring in supplies to maintain the ammo manufacturing and your town. We will get your power back on and get you self sufficient as soon as possible.”
The acting mayor said, “Major Harris, we are grateful to you and the ISA and will do our part to help reclaim this country.”
“That’s exactly what we all need. Thanks.”
They pulled out just after dawn the next morning headed west to Dallas on Highway 20. The drive to Dallas was uneventful and they made contact with the group from Port Arthur at the intersection of Highways 20 and 35. Jim stayed behind for a couple of days to oversee the training for the groups in the Dallas suburbs and would be flown to rejoin the main group in a few days.
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Chapter 7
Revenge is Mine!
Saltillo, Mexico
2048
He patiently held his eyes to the rifle scope waiting on his target to arrive. The room was hot and humid; his clothes were soaked and plastered to him. He was uncomfortable and wanted this job over. He thought back to the days before TSHTF and remembered vacationing in Cozumel with his wife and kids. They didn’t have a care in the world, just fun in the sun. He had been bitter ever since they were vaporized on the first day of the attack. The Virginia side of the Potomac was a great place to live, but it died with DC that day.
A Suburban and black Mercedes pulled up in front of the building an hour later than usual for a Thursday. Several men scrambled out of the SUVs and scanned the area before his target got out of the car. He tried to keep the crosshairs on the target, but his men were very good at shielding him from an assassin’s bullet. He had a split second opening and squeezed the trigger. The Barrett .50 caliber sniper rifle barked as it was driven back into his shoulder by the recoil. He saw one guard’s head explode and Cortez fall to the ground as the others started looking for the shooter. He placed the crosshairs on Cortez and saw a large hole where his heart should be.
He thought, “ Damn, I‘m good. Time to call in the cleanup squad .”
He dropped the rifle, pushed a button on a device in his pocket and ran out of the room. He was 200 yards from the target and wanted to be a mile away when the mail was delivered. He climbed down the fire escape, dropped to the ground and ran as fast as he could to the end of the alley. He heard a whistle just as he cleared the end of the last building. He ducked into a basement door and hid in the corner facing the target. He barely hit the floor when the building shook violently; plaster fell and struck him on the shoulder. There were three large explosions and the building rocked for several seconds.
He heard men and women in the streets looking to see if there had been an earthquake. They saw that an entire city block had disappeared and most of the buildings on the next two blocks were severely damaged. Pablo Cortez and his entire drug manufacturing complex were obliterated with three bunker busting bombs and several
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The helicopters arrived the next morning bringing supplies and 50 heavily armed rangers to protect the ammo dump until the Navy could arrange for security. The prisoners were loaded up and sent back to Mobile for interrogation.
Scott introduced the ranger officer to the mayor and town council and let them know his team would be heading out the next day.
“The rangers will watch over you and train your militia until you are strong enough to handle your own security. Two helicopter gunships will be based here, along with some scout planes that will support our mission. The ISA will be trucking ammo from here to where it’s needed and will bring in supplies to maintain the ammo manufacturing and your town. We will get your power back on and get you self sufficient as soon as possible.”
The acting mayor said, “Major Harris, we are grateful to you and the ISA and will do our part to help reclaim this country.”
“That’s exactly what we all need. Thanks.”
They pulled out just after dawn the next morning headed west to Dallas on Highway 20. The drive to Dallas was uneventful and they made contact with the group from Port Arthur at the intersection of Highways 20 and 35. Jim stayed behind for a couple of days to oversee the training for the groups in the Dallas suburbs and would be flown to rejoin the main group in a few days.
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Chapter 7
Revenge is Mine!
Saltillo, Mexico
2048
He patiently held his eyes to the rifle scope waiting on his target to arrive. The room was hot and humid; his clothes were soaked and plastered to him. He was uncomfortable and wanted this job over. He thought back to the days before TSHTF and remembered vacationing in Cozumel with his wife and kids. They didn’t have a care in the world, just fun in the sun. He had been bitter ever since they were vaporized on the first day of the attack. The Virginia side of the Potomac was a great place to live, but it died with DC that day.
A Suburban and black Mercedes pulled up in front of the building an hour later than usual for a Thursday. Several men scrambled out of the SUVs and scanned the area before his target got out of the car. He tried to keep the crosshairs on the target, but his men were very good at shielding him from an assassin’s bullet. He had a split second opening and squeezed the trigger. The Barrett .50 caliber sniper rifle barked as it was driven back into his shoulder by the recoil. He saw one guard’s head explode and Cortez fall to the ground as the others started looking for the shooter. He placed the crosshairs on Cortez and saw a large hole where his heart should be.
He thought, “ Damn, I‘m good. Time to call in the cleanup squad .”
He dropped the rifle, pushed a button on a device in his pocket and ran out of the room. He was 200 yards from the target and wanted to be a mile away when the mail was delivered. He climbed down the fire escape, dropped to the ground and ran as fast as he could to the end of the alley. He heard a whistle just as he cleared the end of the last building. He ducked into a basement door and hid in the corner facing the target. He barely hit the floor when the building shook violently; plaster fell and struck him on the shoulder. There were three large explosions and the building rocked for several seconds.
He heard men and women in the streets looking to see if there had been an earthquake. They saw that an entire city block had disappeared and most of the buildings on the next two blocks were severely damaged. Pablo Cortez and his entire drug manufacturing complex were obliterated with three bunker busting bombs and several
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