OUTNUMBERED volume 3: A Zombie Apocalypse Series by Robert Schobernd Page B
Authors: Robert Schobernd
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you're assigned to? For you new people, those shelves installed at each gun port are for the M249 bipods to rest on."
"Ed will take out the far vehicle first with an armor piercing RPG. Don't stick any rifle barrels through the gun ports until the first rocket fires. When you hear it fire, everyone is to lay down a barrage of rounds at the people concealed in the woods. They need to be wounded, killed, or pinned down so Ed can make a second shot at the Humvee closest to the gate. That takes out both of their mobile machineguns. Ed's vulnerable up at the roof because there's no armor plating to protect him. He has the most dangerous job of all, and we need to provide heavy cover fire for at least twenty seconds after the second rocket fires to allow him time to get back down here."
I hesitated and looked to Vera Robard. "Nate is at the front gate. The head of this group insinuated Nate was tortured to make him reveal information about our layout so they could attack us. Only when Nate was here, he didn't take an interest in the facility, so I'm guessing he couldn't tell them much. Also, we added the steel armor to the second floor, and Morgan's bunch joined us after Nate left, so we have many more defenders than they expect. Plus, only a few people knew the extent of the heavy weapons arsenal we have. I don't blame Nate for cooperating with them, and we'll attempt to avoid shooting him. But he could get hit since he may be in a cross fire between us and the attackers."
Vera appeared uncomfortable with the news and simply nodded. Her M16 was held loosely in both hands. Elsie put her arm around Vera and hugged her close.
I scanned the group in general. "I personally am going to target the blow ass leader of this group when the shooting starts. Are there any questions?"
Ever the clown, Martin Radcliff Jr. asked, "What time is lunch being served?"
We all chuckled. Martin Sr. shook his head and rolled his eyes upward.
I turned to Ed. "When you're ready, do it. We'll cover you. Good luck, Pal."
Ed trudged toward the ladder as he said loud enough for everyone to hear, "Fire in the hole within five minutes at the most. Be ready to lay heavy fire to protect my big ass."
I barely remembered, "Turn the radios back on. We need to be able to communicate."
My position on the south end of the building put me under the Deliverance sign mounted in the gable on that end of the building. Ed would be almost directly above me. Through a gunport I watched Williams pace back and forth with his head held high, arms folded on his chest, sure of his dominance. The impatient, arrogant twit was about to be taken down hard.
I called Williams on the radio, "Sir, we'll need a few minutes to gather our personal belongings. It shouldn't take over ten minutes."
My mind drifted as we waited. I stood two feet from the gun port watching Williams. Our situation was still dangerous. If William's force was comprised of ex-special forces, mercenaries, or even regular trained armed forces personnel, some of us could be wounded or killed. Simply because we held the important element of surprise on our side didn't mean this was a slam dunk win for our people. I thought of the other thirty-nine people on the second floor with me, and I dreaded having to deal with any of them being injured or killed. And the responsibility was all mine. I didn't ask for their buy-in. I assumed, right or wrong, that all of them felt as I did, and giving up our home and refuge was unthinkable.
Abruptly, the roaring blast of a rocket shrieking out of its launch tube shook me out of my morose mood. I raised the M14 to my shoulder, stuck several inches of the barrel out the shooting port and sighted on Williams. He'd looked up to our roof when the rocket launched, but then spun on his heels toward the armored vehicles. The BearCat exploded, sending metal and human body fragments flying upward in a ball of smoke and flames. Williams stood with his back to me, body frozen in place,
"Ed will take out the far vehicle first with an armor piercing RPG. Don't stick any rifle barrels through the gun ports until the first rocket fires. When you hear it fire, everyone is to lay down a barrage of rounds at the people concealed in the woods. They need to be wounded, killed, or pinned down so Ed can make a second shot at the Humvee closest to the gate. That takes out both of their mobile machineguns. Ed's vulnerable up at the roof because there's no armor plating to protect him. He has the most dangerous job of all, and we need to provide heavy cover fire for at least twenty seconds after the second rocket fires to allow him time to get back down here."
I hesitated and looked to Vera Robard. "Nate is at the front gate. The head of this group insinuated Nate was tortured to make him reveal information about our layout so they could attack us. Only when Nate was here, he didn't take an interest in the facility, so I'm guessing he couldn't tell them much. Also, we added the steel armor to the second floor, and Morgan's bunch joined us after Nate left, so we have many more defenders than they expect. Plus, only a few people knew the extent of the heavy weapons arsenal we have. I don't blame Nate for cooperating with them, and we'll attempt to avoid shooting him. But he could get hit since he may be in a cross fire between us and the attackers."
Vera appeared uncomfortable with the news and simply nodded. Her M16 was held loosely in both hands. Elsie put her arm around Vera and hugged her close.
I scanned the group in general. "I personally am going to target the blow ass leader of this group when the shooting starts. Are there any questions?"
Ever the clown, Martin Radcliff Jr. asked, "What time is lunch being served?"
We all chuckled. Martin Sr. shook his head and rolled his eyes upward.
I turned to Ed. "When you're ready, do it. We'll cover you. Good luck, Pal."
Ed trudged toward the ladder as he said loud enough for everyone to hear, "Fire in the hole within five minutes at the most. Be ready to lay heavy fire to protect my big ass."
I barely remembered, "Turn the radios back on. We need to be able to communicate."
My position on the south end of the building put me under the Deliverance sign mounted in the gable on that end of the building. Ed would be almost directly above me. Through a gunport I watched Williams pace back and forth with his head held high, arms folded on his chest, sure of his dominance. The impatient, arrogant twit was about to be taken down hard.
I called Williams on the radio, "Sir, we'll need a few minutes to gather our personal belongings. It shouldn't take over ten minutes."
My mind drifted as we waited. I stood two feet from the gun port watching Williams. Our situation was still dangerous. If William's force was comprised of ex-special forces, mercenaries, or even regular trained armed forces personnel, some of us could be wounded or killed. Simply because we held the important element of surprise on our side didn't mean this was a slam dunk win for our people. I thought of the other thirty-nine people on the second floor with me, and I dreaded having to deal with any of them being injured or killed. And the responsibility was all mine. I didn't ask for their buy-in. I assumed, right or wrong, that all of them felt as I did, and giving up our home and refuge was unthinkable.
Abruptly, the roaring blast of a rocket shrieking out of its launch tube shook me out of my morose mood. I raised the M14 to my shoulder, stuck several inches of the barrel out the shooting port and sighted on Williams. He'd looked up to our roof when the rocket launched, but then spun on his heels toward the armored vehicles. The BearCat exploded, sending metal and human body fragments flying upward in a ball of smoke and flames. Williams stood with his back to me, body frozen in place,
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