The Western Front - Parts 1-3 (Western Front Series)

by Archer Garrett

  “Here you go. Twenty dollars face value in silver, as agreed.”

  Alejandro shook his head from side to side and replied, “No good, my friend. No good.”

  “What do you mean? Wasn’t that the agreement?”

  “Yes, but the rule change. The plata not enough now.”

  “Alex, I’m sorry. This is all I brought.”

  “Is okay; I go back with you.”

  The men silently watched the exchange. Barrett rocked back in his chair, closed his eyes and spoke. “Alex, ῆaῆo, amigo; it is too dangerous to take you with us. You could be killed. I can’t have anyone else’s death on my conciencia.”

  “I may die with you, but I know I will die here. I go with you this night; it is settled. Now, if your cuadrilla is ready, we will discuss the plan.”

  ***

  The two rooftop guards were sleepy and irritable. They had been on sentry duty every night for two weeks. There was nothing to watch for, and nothing to guard against. Their only duty was to stay on the roof of the apartment building so that no one else could access it. They had both gained several pounds during their time on the roof. There was not much else to do except cook on the portable grill they had brought with them.

  They were not supposed to drink while on watch, but they had figured out the routine of their jefe. If he had not checked in by eleven o’clock, he would not check in on them. It was now some time past midnight.

  The first man was sprawled out on his uncomfortable cot, staring at the cloudy sky. His amigo was crouched over the grill, alternating between sipping the tequila and splashing it on the chicken quarters. The man on the cot stood up, stretched and strolled over to the other. He snatched the bottle of tequila and took a long swig before handing it back. He leaned over and smiled as he began to mutter something.

  Suddenly, his jaw dropped and his knees buckled. Blood sprayed on the second man as he froze in horror at the scene. He was too inebriated to react, so he simply remained crouched over the grill in shock. A moment later, he was lying on his side staring at several blurry figures as they rushed across the roof. He wanted to scream, but he couldn’t. He did not sense much pain, just numbness. Slowly, his vision began to tunnel, until he decided to close his eyes to rest for just a moment.

  ***

  Holt reached the sentries first and dropped down to one knee to check the pulse of each; they were both dead. Three of the team members huddled in the center of the roof, while the fourth man stayed at the door to guard their rear. The three retrieved their equipment from the small packs they had brought with them and crawled to the roof’s edge. While they got into position, Alejandro grabbed the chicken quarters and the bottle of tequila and stuffed them into his canvas day pack.

  Holt peered through the night-vision binoculars at the Olympic Park. He studied the scene for several moments, unable to articulate what he saw. The other men waited anxiously for a report, but none came. Barrett reached into Holt’s pack and retrieved the high definition camera to see for himself. He cursed under his breath and rolled so his back now rested against the parapet wall along the building’s edge.

  Holt handed the binoculars to the third man and finally said, “Well Barrett, what do you think they’re going to do with all of those?”

  “It’s pretty obvious, eh?”

  “How long do you think we have?”

  “Three days, maybe four at the most. Not nearly long enough to muster an air strike, given Houston’s response time lately.”

  “We’ve got to try. South Padre has the ear of Governor Baker now, so maybe we can contact him directly. This is epic Barrett. This is the lives of every man on the island. And this won’t stop with the island; it could mean thousands of lives in Corpus.”

  “I know; we have some tough decisions to make.”

  Chapter 14

  Jake

  West Mississippi

  The imposters stuffed the bodies in the trunk and slammed it shut. They pulled the bullet-riddled sedan farther down the side road so that it was out of view of the highway. Performing ambushes on the narrow, red-dirt road afforded them the luxury of keeping their diversion on the highway free of the tell-tale signs of a struggle.

  After they parked the sedan alongside the minivan belonging to the previous victims, they rummaged through its interior looking for anything of value. They found several hundred dollars that were nearly worthless. The prolonged period of high inflation that had hung over the country had all but destroyed the currency. They continued their search and found an old revolver, some ammo, food, water and a bottle of gin. They passed the gin back and forth several times while continuing their search, before eventually giving up. They gathered the few items of value and stuffed them into their satchels.

  The imposters walked back to the highway, disgusted with their poor showings so far. They decided they would wait for one more carload of victims, before turning in for the night. They passed the bottle of gin around several more times, before reloading their pistols and getting back into position. They muttered how the next one had better be worth the wait.

  ***

  The Bronco was quiet for maybe an hour after they left Hank and the other men. Jake was lost in his thoughts as he drove. Geram stared into the night, trying to locate any trouble before it lashed out at them. Kate sat in the back and quietly rubbed Sasha’s head.

  They drove by the light of the fog lamps, hoping the dimmer lights would be less noticeable. Jake drove as fast as was safely possible, usually just a few miles over the speed limit. The fog lamps greatly reduced his sight distance, but he reasoned the tradeoff for a slightly lower profile was equitable.

  The drive had been uneventful. They had seen only a handful of vehicles abandoned on the side of the road and had encountered no one. The highway was dead. There didn’t seem to be another soul on the road.

  Finally, Geram spoke. “Would you have shot them if they’d made a move on you?”

  Jake thought for several moments before replying, “I don’t know. I told them I wouldn’t have, but maybe. It’s hard to say what you’ll do.”

  “There may come a time when you have to shoot someone you don’t want to.”

  “If I don’t want to shoot them, I won’t.”

  “That’s not what I mean. What I’m saying is things are grey now. Not every situation is going to be black and white, right and wrong.”

  Jake replied with an annoyed tone, “Things have always been black and white. There’re absolute rights and absolute wrongs. There’s no such thing as a grey situation. Relativism is partly to blame for where we are now.”

  “I disagree, Jake.”

  “Okay, that’s your prerogative.”

  “Look, I’m sorry. This was horrible timing. I’ve always been bad at timing.”

  “I think it’s perfect timing. Give me an example.”

  Kate interrupted, “Jake, please; not now.”

  “It’s alright; we’re fine. Geram, give me an example.”

  He thought for several moments before replying, “So, you’ve got this farm, okay? You’ve done everything right; you’ve prepared at the expense of luxuries in your past life. Your family is well taken care of, but food is still scarce. One morning, you catch the neighbor’s kid in your garden stealing food. What do you do?”

  “I give her what I can spare.”

  “You don’t have any to spare, you’re already rationing what you have.”

  “Alright, I take her home and warn the family I can’t afford to spare anything, and they can’t steal from us.”

  “You catch her again the next day.”

  Jake sighed and said, “We take her in and we stretch what we have, even if it means adding sawdust to the flour; we make it work. We help the father start his own garden but they’re on their own, they’re adults.”

  “What if he has five children? What if you catch the father in the garden the next day? Do you shoot him then?”

  Jake had become irritated. He gr
owled, “Geram, anybody can keep throwing ‘what ifs’ in until you’re left with no choice. My point is stealing, murder, whatever, it’s always wrong, no matter the circumstance; there is never justification. As far as being on the receiving end, you help out when you can, and you pray for guidance when you can’t. You don’t kill someone over property. If it escalates to violence, that’s another situation.”

  “If it’s property that’s keeping you alive-”

  Kate intervened again, “Please, this is not the time. We need to be a team right now. We’ve all been under a lot of stress. We can’t take it out on each other.”

  The men did not respond.

  As they rounded a sharp curve in the road, they saw two sheriff’s cars that were parked trunk to trunk across both lanes. Jake slammed on the brakes but they were already on top of the cruisers. Before he came to a complete stop, two deputies had already climbed out of the cruisers and were quickly approaching the Bronco.

  “What do we do?” Kate exclaimed.

  “It’s too late; they’re on top of us. If I try to run now, they might open fire. Just be ready for anything.”

  The deputies split up and approached both sides of the SUV. Geram handed his rifle back to Kate and concealed his pistol under his leg. Jake rolled down the window and waited for the officer to approach. He studied the cruisers and uniforms; everything looked legitimate.

  Geram whispered to Jake and Kate, “Something is off here; we’re in the middle of nowhere. We haven’t seen any traffic the entire night and these guys set up a road block?”

  Jake nodded, “It doesn’t look good. Their cruisers are blocking the entire road. They don’t plan on letting us through.”

  Geram exhaled deeply, trying to remain calm. “If you see an opportunity to get us out of this, take it.”

  The first officer reached Jake’s window and was polite but stern in his greeting. “How’s everyone tonight?”

  Jake smiled and strived to project a feeling of calm confidence as he replied, “We’re fine, sir. Is there a problem ahead?”

  “License and registration please.”

  Jake handed them over. The officer studied the documents with his flashlight as he continued, “We’ve been having problems in this area with looters, Mr. Sellers. Can you tell me your purpose for being on the road tonight?”

  “We’re going to stay with some family for a while. We’ve had the same kind of problems not far down the road.”

  “I understand, not many places are safe these days.” The officer motioned to his left, “Can I ask you to pull onto that side road so we can perform a quick, precautionary search of your vehicle before we get you on your way? It’ll only take a minute.”

  “A search for what?”

  “Just for any contraband or stolen goods; it’s standard procedure. We’ll have you folks back on the road in just a few minutes.”

  “Sir, with all due respect, we’ve broken no laws and there’s nothing suspicious about us. We’ve a long drive ahead still. Can’t you just let us go now?”

  Both officers brought their right hands to rest on their holsters. The first officer leaned forward and spoke in a commanding tone, “That was not a request Mr. Sellers. Pull off the highway immediately.”

  Jake cursed under his breath and stared straight ahead.

  “What did you say? Alright, we’ll drag you out one by one and do the search right here.”

  Both officers retrieved their pistols from their holsters and brought them up to the windows. The first man reached into the Bronco with his free hand to grab Jake by his shirt. As he broke the plane of the window, a vicious blur struck from the back seat. It snarled and sunk its fangs deep into the stranger’s hand. The man screamed in pain as he fought to free his hand from Sasha.

  The louder he screamed and the harder he tugged, the deeper Sasha’s fangs sunk into him. The officer’s partner recoiled in shock. Geram slid his pistol out from under his leg and fired his entire magazine at the man. The man screamed at first, then tumbled backwards into the ditch. Geram slammed another magazine into the pistol and racked the slide, calmly readying himself for a follow up exchange.

  Jake had already jammed the accelerator to the floor. The Bronco roared to life and lurched towards the parked cruisers. He aimed for the point where the two back bumpers met in the center of the road. Sasha still had the hand of the first officer in her vice-like jaws. He screamed and pleaded for mercy as he was half-dragged alongside them. Jake boomed a command in Czech and Sasha released her grip just as they reached the cruisers. The momentum carried the man forward and he collided with a crunch into the rear door of the left vehicle.

  Kate wrapped her arms around Sasha to save her from being slung forward. The light-weight rear-ends of the cruisers bounced forward as the Bronco’s winch connected with them. The sound of metal scraping and ripping was all they could hear. As they tore through the road block, Kate handed Geram his rifle. He leaned out of his window and aimed at the cruisers. Geram connected several well-aimed shots with their tires and hoods. Satisfied with his work, he eased his back into the SUV.

  Jake and Geram stared at the road behind them through the mangled, side-view mirrors. Kate rubbed Sasha and whispered soothingly to her. As the adrenaline high they had experienced began to recede, they felt exhausted and anxious. Kate was the first to speak.

  “Were those really deputies?”

  “Impossible.” Geram replied.

  Jake concurred, “Geram’s right, their first victims were probably the owners of those cruisers. If they were deputies, they’ve fallen a long way from grace.”

  “Are they – dead?” She asked.

  “I know mine is. I must’ve hit him a half-dozen times in the torso at point-blank range.”

  “Mine may not be dead, but he’s probably down for the night,” Jake replied, “I think Sasha hit an artery, and I watched him hit the cruiser pretty hard.”

  “Yeah, your guy is in a world of hurt to say the least. By the way, Jake, have I told you how awesome your dog is?”

  Jake smiled, “That’s my girl.”

  Kate interrupted, “Guys, we’ve got to get off this road until daylight. This is too dangerous.”

  “You’re right; let’s see if we can find somewhere safe to stop for the night.”

  ***

  Jake’s radio finally barked to life with Geram’s voice.

  “All clear; doesn’t look like anyone’s been here for months. Bring the Bronco ‘round back; there’s a barn we can park it in.”

  Jake cranked the SUV and eased it up to the abandoned plantation home. The majestic, white house was nearly a mile off the road. It was surrounded by pastureland.

  Jake warily followed the gravel drive as it meandered through the clearing. The long driveway was enveloped by a canopy of live oaks, the only trees within sight except for the far woods line. They drove out from under the oaks and onto a narrow dam that separated two large ponds.

  As the Bronco’s headlights illuminated the massive home, Kate exclaimed, “Wow, it’s beautiful. I wonder why it’s abandoned.”

  “The people who lived here probably found this place to be a target after things got bad.”

  “Will we be safe?”

  “I think so. The place has most likely been stripped of anything of value long ago. Besides, we’ll all take turns on watch throughout the night. The open fields and our night-vision will make it pretty difficult for anyone to surprise us.”

  The home sat atop a knoll that was dotted with magnolia and dogwood trees. It was towering, with white columns along a wide, wrap-around porch. The columns continued up to the second-floor balcony that also extended out from all sides. Not far from the manor was a smaller, pool house that was still large enough for the average family. As they passed the elegant, concrete fountain in front of the home, Jake pushed open the double doors and stepped out of the house. He jogged ahead and directed them to the barn.

  As they climbed out of the Bronco, Geram
walked up behind them and exclaimed, “I checked all of the buildings; no one here but us.”

  “Great,” Jake said, “This’ll be perfect for the night.”

  “I think so to. You’ve got to see this place; it’s amazing.”

  As Geram stepped through the front doors to give Jake and Kate the grand tour, he declared, “Welcome to la casa de Geram.”

  They were overwhelmed by the immensity of their surroundings. The scale of everything was striking. Jake guessed that the ceilings in the foyer and parlor were at least twenty feet high. An entire wall in the parlor was a single plate mirror, which created the illusion of an even greater space. He grinned when he considered the chains that the chandeliers hung from could probably be used to tow a vehicle.

  They followed the spiral staircase up to the second floor and decided that they would stay there for the night. They could easily walk the perimeter of the mansion from the safety of the balcony, and also have a commanding view of their surroundings. After a night of misfortune, it appeared they had finally found a short respite.

  Kate easily found a bedroom that suited her, and was asleep within several minutes. She was exhausted from the long day and the even longer night. After a short stroll around the perimeter, Jake and Geram settled into a pair of rocking chairs that faced the distant highway. They gazed out over the ponds that flanked the gravel driveway. The brothers enjoyed the quiet company of each other and listened to lily pad troubadours serenade the night.

  Geram spoke first. “Jake, I’m sorry about earlier. I guess Kate was right, I was stressed and maybe even looking for a fight.”

  “Forget it, you were never known for your tact anyway. I wouldn’t mind continuing the talk again sometime. That is an important discussion. Often times we don’t know where we stand until we have to defend our beliefs.”

  “I don’t want you to think that I’m devoid of compassion for other people.”

  “I’m your brother; I know that’s not you. It’s been a long night though, we’ll finish that later. You know, I never got a chance to hear how you got back to us. I know you were in south Texas, but how did you make it two states over when we can’t even get out of our own town without a fight?”