Islands of Rage and Hope (eARC)

by John Ringo

Of course, their own combat time started from when the units boots hit the ground here in Gustavia. Which wasn't real combat time in Faith's opinion. It should start from the first shot at confirmed infected.

  'Course, the gunny had shot one on the way in. She wasn't sure if that counted or not.

  "First Squad, get started on finding useable vehicles," Faith radioed. "Second Squad, let's roll."

  The gunny was going to stay behind with First Squad, squad leader still Staff Sergeant "I'm so Salty I squeak" Barnard while Faith took Second Squad, led by Hooch and with Smitty as his Bravo Team leader, up to the police barracks.

  They had landed right in front of the L'Hotel De Colectivite, which sounded like something commie to Faith. Probably not, since nothing commie ever looked that good. At least before it burned.

  There was a narrow dirt path between the northwest side of "L'Hotel" and the bay which the squad followed. Hooch had put Lance Corporal Quade on point, then Hooch to make sure he could figure out the way. Faith was between the two teams. She'd quietly moved Kirby to the lead position in the rear team since the alternative was Sergeant Hoag and she didn't want Sheila behind her with a loaded weapon. Smitty was following at the rear and keeping an eye on his team's movement and weapons control while she was doing the same with Alpha Team.

  "Curran, your sector is right," Faith said. "Keep an eye on your sector. Filipowicz, you're up, not left. They do occasionally get on balconies..."

  The area behind the burned building was cluttered with equally burned vehicles and the usual materials, dumpsters, carts, you found behind commercial buildings. It looked as if somebody had tried to barricade the road at one point. And it looked as if it had flooded for some reason. What it didn't have was infected.

  The drive behind L'Hotel connected directly to Rue Shkelcher. She'd wondered about that name, it didn't sound French, until she recalled her own briefing on the Swedish heritage of the town. The fort was right above them and they could just climb the steep ass hill through the thick ass jungle foliage. Which was the "by the book" route the staff sergeant pointed out since it "avoided paths and potential ambushes or IEDs."

  The staff sergeant had been reading the Marine Infantry manual. "With supplements." Unfortunately, everybody in the current Marine Corps had been too busy to write many supplements on zombie fighting. They had some for clearance operations on ships. Ground was still come-as-you-are without the "assistance" of properly written manuals. Faith pointing out that zombies don't prepare L-shaped ambushes--they just hit you randomly no matter where you moved, and getting hit in constricting foliage, where they could come to grips, negated the effect, such as it was, of their Barbie guns--didn't seem to faze the experienced USMC Staff NCO.

  Honest to God, Faith was starting to get the thing about second lieutenants. Every time Staff Sergeant Barnard said "In my experience" Faith wanted to laugh out loud. Thank God her first Staff had been Januscheitis. Otherwise she'd have assumed all Marine staff sergeants were given a lobotomy along with their certificate as a Staff NCO in the United States Marine Corps. Fontana had been a Special Forces staff sergeant and he didn't make any big deal about it. Barnard's attitude seemed to imply that Staff NCOs in the United States Marine Corps automatically shit gold bricks.

  Faith realized she needed to center her aggression again. Not to mention keep an eye on the fire team, which was technically an NCO's job.

  "Curran, I am going to fucking shoot you if you don't keep an eye on your sect--"

  She fired five times in rapid succession. At an infected. That burst out of cover in Curran's sector. Headed for Curran.

  "Clear!" she yelled. "Keep moving. Haugen, cover Curran's sector. Curran, you swept the fuck out of Randolph. Again. Drop your mag and jack out your round. You are limited to support for the rest of the mission."

  "Aye, aye, ma'am," Curran said, unloading his weapon.

  "Cover your own damned sectors, people!"

  CHAPTER 24

  "...can still see zombies moving on the Grapevine. It's like they're never going to end! Where the hell is the government...?"

  From: Collected Radio Transmissions of The Fall

  University of the South Press 2053

  "Holy crap," Smitty said, looking through the binos. "I would swear that's Christy Fucking Southard!"

  The group of women on top of the police station were still up there and didn't seem in a mood to get down. Most of them were throwing kisses to the Marines. Faith had put the unit in a circular perimeter while she and the NCOs considered the situation from the road a couple hundred meters away.

  "Really?" Curran said, turning to look.

  "Your fucking sector, Curran!" Faith barked. She didn't see him turn, she just knew he would She knew most of the Marines were going to be looking around. "Keep on your fucking sectors, oorah? Yes, that looks like Anna Holmes as well..."

  "Holy shit," Hooch said. "That's Sarah Cassill! I'm sure it is."

  "Dibs on inviting a star to the Marine Corps Ball," Kirby said.

  Faith didn't bother to check. She knew Kirby was still covering his sector.

  "Sector, Lance Corporal, with respect," Kirby continued. Freeman clearly wasn't.

  "So why aren't they coming down?" Faith said. "Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair. People, keep a very sharp lookout for not just infected, oorah?"

  "You thinking a Money for Nothing thing, ma'am?" Smitty asked.

  "Possibly," Faith said, referring to the Russian oligarch who had tried to hijack her sister's boat. They'd ended up with his megayacht instead, which was now the support yacht for this mission. "Or they're just too God-damned dumb to be able to figure out how to open their own doors. So much for being belle of the damned Ball."

  "You'll always be the Belle of the Ball, ma'am," Smitty said. "You're Shewolf, ma'am."

  "Thank you, Smitty," Faith said, lowering the binoculars. "You're just bucking for a promotion to Staff, right? Don't worry, it worked. Why aren't they coming down? Who has a good throwing arm?"

  "I used to play baseball, ma'am," Hooch said. "Semi-pro on the Marine team."

  "How long have we known each other and I didn't know that?" Faith asked, pulling off her ruck. "Take one of the Coastie radios and toss it to them. It's shock resistant so it should handle landing on the roof."

  "Aye, aye, ma'am," Hooch said, taking one of the radios.

  "Better turn it on in advance," Faith said. "They probably can't operate it with their fingernails and all."

  The first toss by Sergeant Hocieniec was a perfect parabola that would have landed on the roof. Had not Christy Southard done a flailing attempt at a catch that batted it out into thin air.

  Fortunately Hooch was as good a fielder as a thrower and caught it. Despite being shock resistant the three-story fall probably would have broken the radio.

  He waved for the women to clear a path, then threw again, this time getting it onto the roof.

  Faith waited until one of the women came into view with the radio in hand.

  "Listen carefully," Faith said. "The way that a radio works is there is a button on the side that's red. You press that and speak into it. But when you press it, you can't hear me so you have to let up. Press it, say something, say 'over' to tell me you're done, then let up on the button, over."

  "I am familiar with the operation of a radio," the woman said. She had a cultured accent that was a mixture of English and something Germanic. "I am Princess Julianna Gustavason, Baroness Chelm. Princess of Bad-Werschtein und der Uld. To whom am I speaking, over?"

  "Jesus," Smitty said. "A for real princess?"

  "Dibs on being Prince Charming," Quade said.

  "Can it!" Faith barked. "Second Lieutenant Faith Marie Smith, United States Marine Corps. Are you trapped on the roof, Rapunzel, or just enjoying the sunshine? Over."

  "Oh, snap," Sergeant Hoag said, trying not to laugh.

  "Many of the interior doors are sealed and there are shutters on the windows which have been resistant to our
efforts to open them. There is only a small area we can access. We can access the roof and a few interior areas but have thus far found no means of egress. Over."

  "Egress?" Smitty said.

  "Exit," Faith said. "Stand by." She switched radios. "Hooch, is that front door as solid as it looks?"

  "Yes," Hooch radioed. "Solid steel construction and a keypad entry. We're gonna need a cutting torch, over."

  "Roger," Faith said, then switched back to the handheld. "Can you get to one of the windows, over?

  "Yes, over."

  "Put one or more persons on the roof, oorah, over where that is, oorah? Then somebody go down to the window and bang on it. We will move to that window and see if we can get in that way. Over."

  "I understand, over."

  "Go," Faith said, waving a hand. "Which side of the building, over?"

  "The seaward side, over."

  "Hooch, we're moving seaside," Faith radioed. "On your feet, Marines. Swing this caravan to the seaside of the building..."

  "Ma'am," Hooch said. "Please don't say 'Get this window open, Sergeant.' 'Cause I am clueless, ma'am."

  The hurricane-shuttered window was nearly a story off the ground at its base and the shutter was made of heavy steel construction.

  "What the fuck was this place?" Faith said. "This is like no police station I've ever seen."

  "Don't know, ma'am," Hooch said.

  "That was a reticle question, Sergeant," Faith said. "Form a human pyramid up to the mechanism," she said, pointing to the metal-box-covered lifting system. "Then we'll get that open and break it if necessary. If that don't work, we'll go get a cutting torch from the Grace. Oorah?"

  "Oorah, ma'am," Hooch said. "Quade, Randall, Curran, Haugen, get lined up side by side, palms against the wall, shoulder to shoulder..."

  "Sandman, Shewolf," Faith radioed.

  "Sandman, over," the gunny replied.

  "Status on wheels, over."

  "Negative item. All vehicles surveyed so far are suffering from water or fire damage or both. Over."

  "Roger," Faith said, watching the squad build the pyramid. "Move your unit up to this location. We will extract ground mount. Over."

  "Roger."

  "Be advised, group is...persons of interest. Female celebrities. Discipline issues are cropping up. Request movement this AO soonest."

  "Wilco."

  "Shewolf out."

  "Look out below," Faith said as she prized the cover off of the mechanism. It sprung loose under the leverage of the Halligan tool and hit Sergeant Hoag in the helmet.

  "Thank you, ma'am!" Hoag said. "Can I have another?"

  "Oh...crap," Faith said, trying to balance on the sergeant's shoulders. "This is when we need Janu or somebody." She had no clue how the mechanism of the door worked. It was just gears and stuff to her. "Well, I think there's no such thing as too fucked up..."

  She stuck the Halligan tool into the mechanism and prized until something sprung loose, almost overbalancing her. But a push on the roll-top shutter showed it was loose.

  "Hey, Rapunzel," Faith said. "You still there? Over."

  "This is Princess Julianna, over." The voice seemed a tad chilly.

  "Get your people to see if they can get the shutter to lift, now, oorah?"

  "Oo--What?"

  "See if you can lift the shutter, over. Ok... Oorah, let's break this down. Carefully."

  "I never thought I'd be glad to see Marines," Sarah Cassill said as she was helped off the shoulders of PFC Randall.

  "We get that a lot," Faith said. "We're always so glad to hear it. Why don't you go over there," she continued, pointing to where the group of survivors was gathering. "And keep your idiotic mouth shut."

  "Oh, thank you, thank you!" Christy said, throwing her arms around Faith. "Are you gay? Aren't most girl Marines gay?"

  "No!" Faith said, prizing the woman's arms off.

  "Oh, too bad," Christy said. "I just want to kiss you all over!"

  "Ick!" Faith said, pushing her back. "I've got a whole platoon of Marines ready to take you up on that."

  "At the same time..." Randall muttered.

  "What was that PFC?" Faith snarled. "Why don't you just go over there with the rest of the...with them!"

  "Everything under control, ma'am?" the gunny asked, striding over to the window.

  "Get Barnard's squad securing the survivors," Faith said. "And tell them to wait on introductions, kisses or promises of massage with happy ending until we've actually got them off the fucking island!"

  "Aye, aye, ma'am," the gunny said. "Barnard...!"

  "Thank you," Anna said as she was helped down. "I truly appreciate this."

  "Disobeying my own order," Faith said nervously. "Hi...I...Sort of always wanted to meet you..." She stuck out her hand.

  "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance," Anna said, graciously shaking hands, then ducked her head. "I...I should go join the others."

  "Wow," Faith said. "She's really shy for an actress."

  "I guess, ma'am," Hooch said.

  "I am the last of this group," the woman said, holding out the radio as she reached the ground. "Lieutenant Faith Marie Smith I presume?"

  "Sorry about the Rapunzel thing, ma'am," Faith said. "We generally don't use rank or names on the radio. We need to move your group to the boats...."

  "If we could speak for a moment, Lieutenant?" Julianna said. "It is important, I assure you."

  "Sure," Faith said, waving for them to step aside.

  "Is it...safe?" Julianna said, looking around nervously.

  "No," Faith said after a short pause. "But I usually nail them before they nail me. You seemed like you wanted to talk in private."

  "There was another group of survivors," Julianna said. "We...haven't seen or heard anything from them since we forced our way out of the storeroom. But...they should be somewhere in the building. I know it is an imposition..."

  "We can deal with that later, ma'am," Faith said, pulling out her notebook and making a note. "Any idea where?"

  "No," Julianna said. "They segregated us into gender-based groups when they brought us here. The male celebrities were in the other section."

  "That would be..." Faith said, perking up. "I don't suppose one of them was Brandon Jeeters?"

  "He was accidentally put in with us," Julianna said after a pregnant pause. "And I regret to inform you he did not survive."

  "Damn!" Faith said. "I was hoping to get his autograph. But I guess I shouldn't be surprised. I mean, the only previous celebrity I ever met was Mike Mickerberg and that was for just long enough to blow him all over his yacht."

  "Excuse me?" Julianna said, her eyes wide.

  "He'd zombied," Faith said. "Long very ugly story. Join the Marines, travel to exotic foreign lands, meet interesting people and kill them. Oorah, then, let's move out. We'll come back later and see if we can find the guys."

  "There is one other thing," Julianna said.

  "There's not a lot of infected left on the island," Faith said. "But there are some. We should be inside the perimeter. Quick."

  "The situation in the storeroom..." Julianna said. "We...Some of us had to...Deal with..."

  "You figured out quick you couldn't keep them alive?" Faith said. "No harm, no foul. What happens in the compartment, stays in the compartment. That all?"

  "Yes?" Julianna said, clearly surprised.

  "Long story again," Faith said. "We're getting ready to make them into vaccine. Strangling infected is sort of the story of the day for survivors. Oorah, if that is absolutely all, Rapunzel, let's roll."

  "Holy cow, Sis, is that who I think it is?" Sophia asked. She and the Naval Landing personnel were securing the landing point.

  "The boss is..." She pulled out her notebook and frowned. "Princess Julianne Gusterston or something. And, yeah, it's all celebutantes and stuff. I didn't get the whole story. I was too busy wading through the drool from my Marines. And Miss Boob of the Month tried to molest me she was so excited."r />
  "SERGEANT MAJOR!" Sophia bellowed. Her Landing Force personnel were starting to cluster up on the starlets and debutantes.

  "Hadley, what the bloody hell are you doing off your post?" Sergeant Major Barney bellowed. "Eyes had better bloody well stay out and on your sectors!"

  "Get the evacuees moved off to the boats, Sergeant Major!" Sophia ordered.

  "You heard the ensign!" Barney bellowed. "Help the ladies to the Zodiacs you sods!"

  "Gunny, pin the perimeter," Faith said. "I need to talk to higher."

  "Aye, aye, ma'am," Gunny Sands said. "First Squad right, second left, spread it out and take fixed position..."

  "Kodiak Ops, Kodiak Ops, Shewolf, over."

  "Go, Shewolf," the colonel replied.

  "Survivors from the fort recovered," Faith said. "Report additional possible survivors interior. Break. No functioning vehicles found in immediate AO. Request additional frago, over."

  "What is your evaluation of the security situation, over?"

  "My opinion is that we can ground pound this island," Faith said. "But I may be wrong. There could be clusters, and vehicles make them easier to break contact. My suggestion is that we move out in a group and try to find functional vehicles, then sweep for additional survivors, over."

  "Confirm," Hamilton said. "Use caution. Over."

  "Wilco," Faith said. "Be advised, group is celebrities. Have been some discipline issues. Over."

  "Any major incidents, over?"

  "Negative," Faith replied as Anna Holmes walked over. "I've waded knee deep through dead bodies. I can wade though ankle deep drool easy enough. Over."

  "Will keep issues in mind. Kodiak, out."

  "May I help you, ma'am?" Faith asked.

  "I...One of the men told me you two are in charge?" Anna said firmly.

  "Yes, ma'am," Sophia said. "It's a real pleasure to meet you, Miss Holmes. I'm a big fan."

  "You may not be for long," Anna said, lifting her chin. "I need to turn myself in on the charge of murder in the first degree."

  "Oh," Sophia said, blinking. "Seriously? You were the strangler?"