OUTNUMBERED volume 3: A Zombie Apocalypse Series by Robert Schobernd Page A
Authors: Robert Schobernd
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manually. The BearCat sported a heavier M240 7.62 mm. automated machine gun controlled from inside. We could match either one, and I knew Ed well enough to know he'd think of a way to take the BearCat completely out. Another man exited the passenger side of the Humvee. He wore full military garb, from his boots with bloused pants up to his cap. Captain's bars adorned his shirt collars. A big black man, early forties, tall and stocky but not fat. I panned to the other man who rose from the ground. I couldn't believe it. Nate Robard had lost about one-hundred-fifty pounds and was dressed in faded, torn camo pants and shirt. He stood and received a harsh shove toward the gate where a hand held radio rested in a weatherproof box. His right hand sported a bloody bandage, and he carefully favored the hand.
I heard Nate's wavering voice on my radio earpiece. "Tom Jacobs. This is Nate Robard. I'm a prisoner of these men. Captain Williams wants to talk to you."
Ed looked grim as he passed me with one of the RPG units. He motioned up with his left thumb. He climbed up a fixed ladder to the metal roof and would open one of the sliding hatches we'd installed as a safety feature. Chain ladders were installed at each of the six openings, so they could be tossed over the side to reach the ground. Only Ed had no intention of escaping. One of Ed's mules followed right behind him carrying a hank of rope and two armor piercing rockets. As I stared, another mule, a female Halcom, carried two more rockets by me.
An arrogant voice thundered in my earpiece. "Jacobs. This is Captain Ephraim Williams. My soldiers are here to take over your facility. If you don't comply, I'll kill Mr. Robard and his entire family when we overrun your position."
"What makes you think we can't fight back, Captain?"
"Mr. Robard was kind enough, with some harsh interrogation methods, to describe your headquarters in sufficient detail that I know the machine guns on my two APCs will blast through the steel siding of that building like it's sliced cheese. Don't attempt to play games with me, Mr. Jacobs, because I'm not a man to be trifled with. You have approximately twenty-four fighting people, half of whom are women and teenagers. The rest are children. Surely you don't want all of them injured or killed, do you? If your group surrenders and leaves now there will be no bloodshed or loss of life. I'm waiting for your answer, and I'm not a patient man."
"We're a democracy, sir. I'll need time to gather our people and give them your ultimatum. I expect to be back shortly." Through the binoculars I saw the big blow ass smirk confidently as he hung our radio on his belt and stood with his chest pushed out and legs spread apart as he studied at our compound.
Ed hollered down that he was ready when I was. I clicked my radio knowing Williams could hear me. In a subdued shaky voice I said. "Folks, we have a bad situation. We're badly outnumbered and outgunned. I need everyone except Shana and the children to assemble immediately above door nine to discuss our likely surrender to the forces outside." I hoped Williams didn't catch the reference to above door nine instead of at door nine. Surely his mind would hang on my words of surrender. In minutes everyone assembled. Most wore looks of confusion.
"Turn off all radios, please.... Are they off? Double check." Nods and yeses assured we wouldn't inadvertently tell Williams my plan. "First, we will not surrender. These madmen expect us to walk out and turn Deliverance over to them without a fight. That's not going to happen. That radio transmission was for the benefit of the scumbag outside." Grins quickly replaced the frowns and confused looks I'd caused earlier. "I want the two portable M240 machineguns, on the stands Ed designed, placed on the east and west sides near the center of the building. Disperse the four M249 squad machineguns on either side toward the ends of the building. Does anyone not remember the equipment
I heard Nate's wavering voice on my radio earpiece. "Tom Jacobs. This is Nate Robard. I'm a prisoner of these men. Captain Williams wants to talk to you."
Ed looked grim as he passed me with one of the RPG units. He motioned up with his left thumb. He climbed up a fixed ladder to the metal roof and would open one of the sliding hatches we'd installed as a safety feature. Chain ladders were installed at each of the six openings, so they could be tossed over the side to reach the ground. Only Ed had no intention of escaping. One of Ed's mules followed right behind him carrying a hank of rope and two armor piercing rockets. As I stared, another mule, a female Halcom, carried two more rockets by me.
An arrogant voice thundered in my earpiece. "Jacobs. This is Captain Ephraim Williams. My soldiers are here to take over your facility. If you don't comply, I'll kill Mr. Robard and his entire family when we overrun your position."
"What makes you think we can't fight back, Captain?"
"Mr. Robard was kind enough, with some harsh interrogation methods, to describe your headquarters in sufficient detail that I know the machine guns on my two APCs will blast through the steel siding of that building like it's sliced cheese. Don't attempt to play games with me, Mr. Jacobs, because I'm not a man to be trifled with. You have approximately twenty-four fighting people, half of whom are women and teenagers. The rest are children. Surely you don't want all of them injured or killed, do you? If your group surrenders and leaves now there will be no bloodshed or loss of life. I'm waiting for your answer, and I'm not a patient man."
"We're a democracy, sir. I'll need time to gather our people and give them your ultimatum. I expect to be back shortly." Through the binoculars I saw the big blow ass smirk confidently as he hung our radio on his belt and stood with his chest pushed out and legs spread apart as he studied at our compound.
Ed hollered down that he was ready when I was. I clicked my radio knowing Williams could hear me. In a subdued shaky voice I said. "Folks, we have a bad situation. We're badly outnumbered and outgunned. I need everyone except Shana and the children to assemble immediately above door nine to discuss our likely surrender to the forces outside." I hoped Williams didn't catch the reference to above door nine instead of at door nine. Surely his mind would hang on my words of surrender. In minutes everyone assembled. Most wore looks of confusion.
"Turn off all radios, please.... Are they off? Double check." Nods and yeses assured we wouldn't inadvertently tell Williams my plan. "First, we will not surrender. These madmen expect us to walk out and turn Deliverance over to them without a fight. That's not going to happen. That radio transmission was for the benefit of the scumbag outside." Grins quickly replaced the frowns and confused looks I'd caused earlier. "I want the two portable M240 machineguns, on the stands Ed designed, placed on the east and west sides near the center of the building. Disperse the four M249 squad machineguns on either side toward the ends of the building. Does anyone not remember the equipment
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