Cascade (Book 2): Rescue

by Maxey, Phil

  “Including the one you brought in tonight, ten buses and two coaches, enough to carry roughly six hundred and sixty people. So you’re going to have to find at least twice as many buses or coaches on your way to Portland.”

  Zach took a long deep breath. “While being attacked by who knows what?”

  “Yes. If we don’t do this, humanity loses another eighteen hundred of its people, and human beings are in short supply these days.”

  “How much firepower we taking with us?”

  “Four Humvee’s each one with a turret gun…that’s all I can spare unfortunately, but your men will be packed out with plenty of ammo, including a few AT4’s shoulder fired rocket launchers.”

  “And you want my team to leave tomorrow? After what happened in Brownstone?” General Trows expression changed.

  “What did happen in Brownstone? I presumed the mission went smoothly.”

  “Yes and no, we got out by the skin of our teeth. The compound was surrounded by what your little book called Calgorians, basically a Cheetah on steroids. There was no way we were going to fight our way out so we went for a scorched earth policy and with a bit of luck it worked. But there’s far worse out there.”

  General Trow leaned back in her chair. “I know it seems a suicide mission, the council took a lot of convincing it was worth risking the men on.”

  “How many will I be commanding?”

  “Not including your team, about thirty.”

  “Once we have a full compliment of vehicles that’s cutting it bit thin.”

  “The council wanted just twenty to be sent. But I got you thirty. You’re going to have to do the journey up and back in stages.” She pointed down to circles that had been drawn onto the map. First stop will be Roswell, where you can pay a trip to Brad and drop off some supplies…”

  “How is he?”

  Trow smiled. “Sometimes I think the apocalypse was the best thing that ever happened to him, kind of confirmed a lot of the more colorful ideas he had if you know what I mean. If he hadn’t badgered me during those early days I probably wouldn’t be alive now. I knew his wife…” Her voice trailed off. “But that was a long time ago, so after Roswell your next stop will be northern Arizona, near the border with Utah, this part of your journey might be dicey because the amount of forestation in those areas. There are more arid paths, but they would take longer and we don’t have the time. The reason your group survived was because your journey to Roswell was through mostly desert. There are some E.L.F’s that are at home there, but most seemed to have evolved for forest or water dwelling and even our own suburban environments. So it goes without saying those are the areas you stay away from,” she sighed. “All this type of stuff we usually teach people who we contact, but you’re getting a rushed course in it!”

  Zach smiled. “We are good at thinking on our feet.”

  “Once you make it through northern Arizona, you’ll be into Nevada and hopefully a lot less issues with E.L.F’s. Make your way up into Oregon, and then cross through the national forests there and you’ll be south of Portland and close to the camp.” Trow stood up after being hunched over the map, her eyes seemingly lost in a far off place for a moment. She then smiled. “It’s a long journey.”

  Zach smiled. “But one that needs to be done.”

  She sat down, taking a long sip on her coffee. “Do you think your team will hold up? We are talking ex convicts here and I suspect you haven’t seen their files.”

  “I don’t need to see their files, we have held up this far, no reason why we can’t get this done,” he hid his hesitation.

  “You will have drone coverage for a few hundred miles, and then we will use our listener stations to relay messages to keep in contact by radio from then on. The places I’ve ringed on the map are where there are small amounts of survivors some we heard of third hand, some we have contact with, they should be able to help keep you resupplied, if not you’ll just have to make do with what you find along the way.” General Trow then rolled the map back up and handed it to Zach. “Get as much rest as you can tonight, I’ll need you back here to go over the final plans at zero eight-hundred hours, and then you will be leaving shortly after.”

  Zach went to salute, but General held out her hand instead, which he took. He then left the office, and made his way back to the new pickup. Leaving the base he went to drive back to his apartment, but then stopped, instead clicking on the radio.

  “Operations, come in over.”

  “Ops, here Zach.”

  “Earlier we brought in a man called Rob Harris, is he still at the base we brought him in at, or he’s been moved? Over.” A few seconds went by with silence.

  “He’s still there, they are moving him and his family in the morning. Over.”

  “I’m going to need directions back to that base. Over.”

  After about twenty minutes of driving and walking up echoing stairs, Zach was standing in the doorway of a large room filled with sleeping people. Even with only the light from the hallway behind him lighting his way it was easy to spot the large frame of Rob on his single bed. Zach walked quietly down the central aisle until he got to his bed, and without him having to do anything Rob immediately sat up with an inquisitive look on his face. Zach pointed to the hallway behind him. Rob climbed into his pants and put a jacket on over his t-shirt, then joined Zach outside. He went to speak, when Zach stopped him.

  “Coffee? I think there’s a machine down the end there.”

  “Umm yeah sure, why are you here?”

  Zach smiled. “I’m going to need a good mechanic.”

  CHAPTER 11

  As Zach, Abbey and Jacob drove their pickup into the parking area of Core operations, the sun was peeking over the building, which was the entrance to the lower levels. Michael was standing outside the glass front of the old shop, slapping his semi-gloved hands together, while mist formed in front of his mouth. He saw them driving in and walked towards them as they pulled up.

  “What the hell, brother,” said Michael waving his arms. Zach and the rest got out of the pickup.

  “I know it’s sudden.”

  “Sudden! Why didn’t you say no.”

  “Michael, the people in Portland are going to die, if we don’t…”

  “They can send someone else, they got lots of troops here for that task, and we just got back,” he said with a desperate tone in his voice.

  “They don’t have many people with experience outside of the wall,” Zach put his hand on Michaels shoulder. “If you don’t want to do this, I understand, I’ll put a word in with the General.” Michael looked off the side, suddenly being unsure of what he was previous sure about. “If you’re in, you need to join us in Ops, as we’re about to go over the plan.”

  “You have a plan?”

  “As much of one as we can think up, yeah.”

  Michael let out a sigh, a puff of white mist bellowed out from his mouth. “I’ll see what the plan is.”

  Zach’s radio came to life with Fiona’s voice. “We’re be there soon there’s something I need to take care of. Over.”

  Zach and the group took the elevator down and were soon standing in the Central Operations hall. General Trow, Major General Garland and the stout woman who Zach recognized as one of the council members were standing discussing something. As Zach entered, General Trow waved them over.

  “This is Amanda Holland, she’s in charge of logistics in the camp. I believe you have already met Major General Garland.”

  “That was some nice work bringing the Brownstoner’s back, but now you have to bring a whole lot more people into our camp, you think you can do it Captain?” said Ms. Holland. Before Zach could reply she continued. “Because we are risking a lot of vehicles and fuel for this rescue mission.”

  “And my solders Amanda,” said General Trow cutting in.

  “Of course General, and the fine fighting men and woman of General Trow’s forces to rescue these people, you have to be damn sure you can p
ull it off.”

  “I wouldn’t be standing here now if I didn’t think I could…ma’am,” Zach said with a not so subtle false smile. Ms. Holland smiled the same false smile back.

  Breaking the silence Garland spoke. “Shall we go over the plan?” She then talked to one of the officers sitting at a nearby desk and a map of the United States and specifically Texas came up on the large screens. “The route we have planned out for you is not the most direct, but it should be the safest, largely avoiding areas of known E.L.F’s habitats, until you get to the national forests of Oregon. If you keep to a schedule of roughly six-hours driving each day you should get to the Portland camp in six days. By then we calculate they would of lost a further seventy-two people. Each day longer it takes you to get to Portland they will probably lose another twelve people. So don’t detour unless you absolutely have too.” The door behind opened and Cal and Fiona entered the hall, Fiona trying to hide her breathlessness. “As I was saying, each day you should make it to the next staging point, where hopefully you will meet up with people we have been in contact with. These locals should provide you with supplies or at least tell you where you can obtain them. Sergeant Bass will be your second in command, he’s already with the men and vehicles at east gate three. I also understand that you have requested that some civilians go with you? I hope you have made it clear to them the nature of this mission.”

  “It’s because of the nature of this mission that I have asked for them.”

  “Dr. Joshi, one of our chief scientists has asked to join you as well.”

  “He’s going to get himself killed,” said Ms. Holland her hands tightening around the top of the chair she was holding “And we don’t have many with his expertise.”

  “We will take good care of him.”

  “I believe you already have a map General Trow gave you last night?” Zach nodded.

  “Ok then, we will check on your status every two hours. I wish you all the best of luck.” Zach and his team shook hands with their commanding officers and took the short journey back up to the parking area outside.

  “So we’re really doing this then,” said Fiona as they were walking back to the pickup.

  “Looks that way.”

  “Would have been nice to have more than thirty minutes planning to go on a sixteen-hundred mile rescue mission.”

  Zach smiled. “When was anything we did easy?”

  The ride to number three east gate would have been a pleasant one if it weren’t for the unknowns that were piled up in front of them. As they approached the wall, the back of convoy could already be seen, with a Humvee being the rear-most vehicle. A soldier waved them down to the front of the convoy past the buses and coaches, until they stopped near a group of soldiers. Sergeant Bass walked up to them as soon as Zach got out of the pickup, and saluted.

  “No need for that Sergeant, or calling me Sir, just call me Zach. What’s our status?”

  The Sergeant wasn’t sure how to continue. “The…all vehicles apart from the old school bus are in good shape. There’s a civilian working on it now.” Zach knew who the ‘civilian’ would be.

  “Good, and are we on track to leave at ten-hundred hours?”

  “If the civilian gets the bus fixed yes…s…yes.”

  “Good, how are the men and women, have they seen action against E.L.F’s before?”

  “Most have. But everyone’s ready to get the Portland people back here.”

  Zach looked across to some troops who stood looking anxiously near the first few vehicles. “Get them all over here, I want to talk to them.” The Sergeant waved the troops over, and they stood in a small huddle in front of Zach, with his team close behind.

  “I don’t know what most of you here know about myself and my friends behind me, maybe you’ve heard rumors, well let me tell you the truth. Just over a week ago we were in a military prison in new Mexico.” The sound of astonishment rippled through the young faces in front of Zach. Sergeant Bass noticed the rise in emotion.

  “Settle down everyone, listen to what your commanding officer has to say.”

  Zach could also feel the discomfort in his comrades behind him, but continued. “I know, the fact that I’m here today, about to take all of you across the country to rescue a bunch of folks in Portland is pretty crazy. But I don’t have to tell all of you how crazy the world is that we live in. But something that is not crazy is helping those people get to this camp. That’s the most normal, human thing any of us can do. And we’re going to do our best to make that happen.” Zach stepped back a little.

  “You heard the man, everyone to their vehicles.”

  “Nice speech,” said Fiona smiling, Michael patted Zach on the back.

  Zach turned to Abbey who had a big proud grin on her face, and smiled back at her. He then turned and addressed the Sergeant. “Myself, Abbey, Michael and Jacob will be in the first Humvee,” The Sergeant went to protest but Zach continued. “I need to be up front Sergeant. Fiona and Cal will be in one of the rear Humvee’s”. The Sergeant nodded.

  Fiona approached Zach and said something in his ear. Zach looked along the convoy and rubbed his chin. “All our supplies are in that truck?” he said to the Sergeant.

  “Yes…”

  “If it makes you feel better, you can use Sir.” The Sergeant visibly relaxed.

  “Okay, I’m going to need fifty percent of those supplies, food, water, fuel whatever’s in there to be disseminated between the buses and coaches.”

  The Sergeant looked unsure but then a realization passed over his face. “Yes, Sir.”

  Even with the limited number of vehicles they had at their disposal the convoy was an impressive sight. Two Humvees at the front, then six buses, mostly school buses and a few city buses as well, than another Humvee, then a military supply truck, then more buses and the two coaches. The final vehicle was another Humvee. Zach spotted Rob standing next to the old school bus and walked over to him. As he got closer he spotted Tyler and Earl sitting in the bus.

  “Rob, why are they here?” Zach then lowered his voice. “Tyler’s still a kid.”

  “Morning to you too Zach…they’re my family and they go where I go.”

  Zach breathed in heavily, then moved closer to Rob. “This is a dangerous mission, there will be casualties. They will be safer here.”

  Rob straightened his posture. “They go, where I go.”

  Zach paused before replying. “Ok, if that’s what you want. Where are we with getting this thing running, we move out in thirty minutes.”

  Rob looked up to Earl who was sitting in the drivers seat. “Turn her over Earl.” The Buses engine fired up and sat idling, sounding smooth. “If I were a betting man I’ll bet ya that she’ll make it all the way to Portland and back, outlast any of these others.”

  Zach smiled. “Let’s hope so.”

  The sound of a vehicle pulling up behind made Zach turn around. Major McCain was driving, Jacks was in the passengers seat and Dr. Joshi was in the rear seat.

  “Looks like you were about to leave without me,” said Jacks, pulling his gun and backpack from the car. “Where you want me?”

  “Middle Humvee.” As Jacks walked away Dr. Joshi struggled with pulling a suitcase out of the back of the car and Major McCain approached Zach.

  “How you managed to get this mission, is a mystery to me, the general must really have a thing for you Captain.”

  Zach felt anger start to swell up inside, but resisted letting it show. “Just right time, right place kind of thing…Sir.”

  “Yeah well, it’s basically a suicide mission, so maybe she doesn’t like you that much after all,” McCain said with a lopped sided smile, then turned and returned to his car.

  “Who’s that asshole?” said Rob.

  “Someone we don’t have to deal with again for a long time. Have you got supplies on board? Food, water?”

  “Yeah we got a decent stash back there, I know I look like I eat a lot...” Rob laughed.

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�I’m sure we will find supplies on the way,” said Zach smiling.

  McCain pulled off spinning the wheels in the mud. Dr. Joshi staggered over to Zach, only managing to lift his suitcase a few inches off the ground.

  “Morning. Dr.”

  “Please, Raj.”

  “Ok, Raj, what is in that suitcase of yours that is so important that it’s worth bringing with you?”

  “Lab equipment. If we can get blood samples from enough E.L.F’s I might be able…well it might help us understand how they came about. What vehicle should I ride in?” Zach looked at Rob, who instantly understood why he was being looked at and sighed.

  “How’s this fine, vintage bus suit you?” said Zach.

  “Will suit me fine,” said Raj smiling. Rather than seeing the Dr. struggle anymore with his suitcase, Rob took it from him like it weighed half as much and placed it on one of the back seats. Raj then got on, introducing himself to Tyler and Earl.

  As the time approached 10 am, the vehicles engines fired up. Zach sat in the lead Humvee, staring at the massive steel gates in front of him and planning out the journey ahead. “Are we ready Sergeant? Over.”

  “All ready, Sir.” Replied Bass who was in the middle Humvee with Jacks and another soldier.

  Abbey sat in the passenger’s seat, her mind kept going back to Rays notebook about the man sat behind her. Ever since she read Ray’s words she felt nervous around Jacob, and even more nervous that he knew that. Either way she was not going to let her guard down and if possible was going to get to the bottom of what Ray’s suspicions were, she owed him that much. She also wondered what use she would be on this mission, her expertise was computers and not even computer hardware, but software. Maybe just being here and supporting Zach would be enough.

  Michael stood in the confinement of the Humvee’s gun position rubbing his hands together. He never loved the cold and was usually ill with some kind of ailment when he was home in San Francisco. He wondered what his old haunts looked like now. Maybe they were reclaimed by nature with trees and vines growing everywhere. He smiled when he thought about his parents. The idea that they would survive the Cascade was so impossible it never entered his mind before, and when he did see them less than a week ago, he felt shame for writing them off so easily. He placed his hand on the 50. Cal gun, and swung it left and right slightly. He wasn’t eager to use it.