and working shiters. I don’t think the owners and the mob will work together. The mob tried to kill the owners. If anything, I expect the owners to return and attack the mob.”
“You might have a point there. I’ll think about it tonight. Are any of the mob’s women pretty, or are they all the type of girl that is typical of the far left that never shave their legs and armpits?”
Snake laughs, “Dutch, there are some real lookers in the group.”
“Great, why don’t you select a half dozen and invite them to party with us.”
Smiling, Snake says, “Great, will do.” Before any of the club can say another word, the lights strobe off in the house. Dutch stands up saying, “Shit, now what? Snake, find out what happened. Find a way to turn the lights back on.”
One of the club yells, “Dutch, the water don’t work either.”
“Goddamn it, the owners are still here. They’re around here someplace, shit, they may be watching us. Find them, bring them to me. I’m going to enjoy listening to them beg to die.”
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US Army Captain Black and his companies are slowly moving south on Interstate 57. They’re greeted with flowers, hugs and kisses at every town they enter. He sees the same story repeated in every town; hunger, thirst, pain, illness and fear of being attacked by roaming gangs. Captain Black remembers that Illinois had some of the strictest anti-gun laws in the country. Her citizens were left almost defenseless when the shit hit the fan. They were easy prey for the criminals who laughed at the gun laws. The small rural towns had all been attacked and stripped clean of food, bottled water, beer and alcohol. Every drug store and hospital were stripped to their bare walls. Parents cry and beg the captain to find their missing daughters. The gangs took most of the pretty ones when they left town. Captain Black is disgusted by the conditions he finds. He curses under his breath at every liberal politician who stripped the people’s right to defend themselves. He sent a message to HQ informing them he was again going to need resupply and his ETA at Nashville was going to be further delayed. He sends two LAVs ahead to scout the next couple of towns while he provides hot food and medical attention to the citizens. He plans to make sure each town can protect itself before he moves to the next on along his route. He knows if we can’t leave them protected the scum will return and do worse to the town’s people.
When the LAVs reach the next town along their route, they are surprised to find the road blocked with overturned buses and tracker trailers. Second Lieutenant Greek stood in the LAV so that his head was sticking out of the cupola, he’s looking at the barricade when a bullet strikes the armor less than an inch from his face. He quickly orders, “STOP, we’re under attack, prepare to return fire!”
Staff Sergeant Hill taps the LT on his leg, “Sir, I think the town’s people are giving us a warning. Why don’t you tell them who we are before we open fire on our own people?”
“Sarge, they almost killed me.”
“Sir, either it was a warning shot or their aim was bad. Sir, this is an American town. I’m telling you these people blocked the road to stop the roaming gangs and criminals.”
“Sarge, we have to blast this illegal roadblock off the road. When the captain arrives, he won’t be pleased to find a barricade blocking his path. He’ll blame me for not having it removed.”
“LT, he’s going to be a lot more pissed if you kill a bunch of civilians who are just trying to protect themselves.”
“Sarge, how do you know…”
“LT, trust me on this. I’m going to use the mic to tell them who we are. If I’m wrong, then you can blow the hell out of the roadblock and the town.”
“Sarge, go ahead and give it a try, we’ve got nothing to lose except for time.”
Sergeant Hill picks up the
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