Military Fiction: THE MAC WALKER COLLECTION: A special ops military fiction collection...

by D. W. Ulsterman

Before Mac could respond, Dublin intervened.

  “Stop it. Sooner or later we are going to have to trust each other. Either we do that, or we turn around and go back. I don’t want to do that. I’m not going to do that. So, Mac, Bear, Reese…you need to decide if you are going to trust Mr. Wyse or if you want to give this up. I’m tired of this. Somebody obviously knew we were crossing those hills. Ok, fine. But that doesn’t mean Mr. Wyse had something to do with it, or that this Imran had something to do with it. Unless I get information that says otherwise, I’m not going to just sit here and accuse someone of something they didn’t do.”

  Nobody spoke following Dublin’s rant.

  Then the perimeter alarm sounded.

  Someone, or something, was outside.

  IX.

  For a man just over thirty years of age, Imran Senturk had done remarkably well for himself given the challenges of attempting to make one’s way in a world gone mad under the rule of the New United Nations. Born in a small seaside village just outside of Antalya, Turkey, Imran’s family had enjoyed a reasonably comfortable existence due to his father’s ownership of an apartment complex. Imran was well educated, enjoyed both his studies and sports, and was regarded by family and neighbors as a boy blessed with wisdom and insight beyond his years.

  That life though was irrevocably altered shortly after his fourteenth birthday in the year 2020. That was the year when the Muslim Brotherhood consolidated its control of every aspect of Turkish politics and culture. Any who publicly opposed the takeover were jailed, or killed. For months, tens of thousands were put on trial, and brutal public executions became a daily occurrence.

  Soon after, government officials from the Sharia Compliance Office arrived at Imran’s home, demanding his father no longer charge rent to any tenants who were members of the newly formed Sharia government. They returned days later to question not only Imran’s father, but his mother, two sisters, and himself about their devotion to Islam, the books they read, the Internet sites they visited, and if they were willing to participate in what was described to them as the Global Jihad program.

  Unknown to Imran’s family, Turkish authorities had already been in negotiations with leaders within the then emerging New United Nations. These negotiations were built upon a relationship that the then American president had forged with Sharia leaders inside Turkey years earlier – a relationship that had played a significant part in events involving Libya, Iran, Egypt, and Syria. Events that would eventually lead to Israel’s near total isolation from all other nations by 2021.

  The man who became the second in command at the New United Nations was Recep Tayyip Erdogan, Turkey’s former Prime Minister. It was Erdogan who was given near absolute authority to crush any opposition to the New United Nations throughout the Middle East, North Africa, and eventually, Europe.

  In 2022, a vast immigration of Muslims into Canada was initiated by Erdogan’s Sharia Compliance Office. It was this forced immigration that uprooted Imran’s family from their village in Turkey and placed them in a massive government housing complex in Vancouver, British Columbia. Their neighbors within this complex were hundreds of other families from throughout the Middle East.

  Just days after arriving in Vancouver, Imran’s family was visited by yet more officers of the Sharia Compliance Office and given direct instructions on how they were to be a part of a massive Islamic insurgency within Canada, an extension of the Global Jihad program they had been informed of already when still living in Turkey. Imran’s father was promised a larger home as well as a possible position of authority within the Sharia Compliance Office of Vancouver if their work to help Sharia become the dominant authority throughout the area was done well.

  Most of the newly transplanted Muslims, as well as Muslims already living in the city complied with the orders, and the streets of Vancouver were witness to repeated acts of brutality and chaos. This chaos quickly spread to other cities throughout Canada – cities that also had seen a forced immigration of thousands upon thousands of radicalized Muslims.

  Non-Muslims were the first to flee these cities, finding homes in the less urban areas of Canada. Then the moderate or non-practicing Muslims soon followed. What was left in those cities then were the most authoritarian Sharia Muslims who were allowed to rape and murder any who opposed them. The new global government did nothing to stop the carnage, but rather was the one to encourage that brutality.

  The New United Nations had promised Recep Erdogan vast nations within which he would be allowed to freely promulgate his Sharia Law beliefs. What happened in Canada was duplicated in Australia, Sweden, and Spain. These former nations then became places ruled by the most fanatical of Muslim warlords who in turn fought amongst themselves for further power and influence. The only condition placed upon these warlords by the New United Nations, was that they supplied the global government with the very things it had banned throughout the world - things ranging from the fossil fuels that powered the airliners that only the ruling class within the New United Nations could use, to the drugs government officials had declared immoral while they themselves consumed them in ever increasing quantities.

  Canada had become a brutal and dangerous place, and it had been Imran’s home for the last seventeen years of his life. His father and mother were dead, the location of his siblings, if still alive, long unknown to him. Imran had come to quietly support a growing movement within both Canada and the United States by those that had once called themselves citizens of those former governments, to overthrow the tyranny of the New United Nations. He had begun to cross the border into what had once been the state of Alaska to trade goods with others like himself who hoped to do the same. It was during one of those trips he had met a man some had taken to calling the Irish Cowboy – Cooper Wyse. Like Imran, Cooper had also been looking for a way to help others obtain things needed to defy the authority of the New United Nations. The two men had been working together for nearly a decade now. It was to the drop cabin they both used to deliver goods from Canada into Alaska that Imran now found himself walking toward. This time though, Cooper had told him they would be delivering the goods from Alaska into Canada, and Imran’s help was needed to make that happen as quickly, quietly, and safely as possible.

  So lost was he in his thoughts about how he would go about accomplishing Cooper’s request, as well as the difficulty in seeing more than a few feet around him due to the darkness, that Imran failed to notice the large figure that loomed behind him with a gun pointed to his head.

  “Don’t you move, little man. Stay right there.”

  Imran’s hand instinctively reached for his own weapon holstered inside his jacket.

  “Don’t want to do that. Keep your hands where I can see them or your brains will be outside your head a lot faster than you can reach for whatever you’re reaching for.”

  Imran could see the outline of the cabin some fifty or so yards ahead, though no light was on inside. He found that odd given Cooper had indicated to him earlier they were to have arrived by now.

  “You got a name, little man?”

  Imran held both his hands up and asked if he could turn around slowly. As he did so he heard two more people approaching from his right.

  “No turning around. I asked you if you have a name.”

  “Yes, but might I ask who you are as well? I am not accustomed to meeting uninvited guests out here. What is your purpose, my friend?”

  Imran could hear two more approaching from his left as well. He was surrounded.

  Then he felt something nudge his crotch.

  X.

  “Brando! Here!”

  The Doberman immediately responded to Cooper’s order, sprinting away from Imran and sitting to Cooper’s right.

  Imran felt a wave of relief at the sound of Cooper Wyse’s voice.

  “Glad to know it is you, old friend. And hello to Brando as well, of course!”

  To his left, Imran could now clearly see Cooper, along with a very large, bearded m
an. To Imran’s right were three others – an older man with short cropped grey hair and glasses, and another man in his late thirties or early forties of medium height and build standing close to an attractive dark brown-haired woman of similar age.

  “What are you doing here already? Any trouble?”

  Imran smiled to each of the four others before responding to Cooper.

  “Trouble…yes. Always trouble. Can we perhaps go inside, Cooper?”

  Cooper Wyse turned and began walking back toward the cabin as Brando sprinted ahead in front. Imran followed as the four others fell in behind him.

  Once inside the small cabin, Imran again smiled at the others. He was again silently shocked at how large the bearded man was.

  “Imran, these four come from Alaska. This is Mac, Bear, Dublin, and Reese. Like my message to you said, we need some help getting across the territories and I figured you would be able to provide that help. Thanks for showing up, even if you getting here early put a bit of a spook in us.”

  Imran’s dark, rounded face fell in upon itself with regret.

  “Oh, I apologize. It was…it became necessary you see. Tomorrow…restrictions have been put in place. Travel is being regulated. There is a threat. Rumors of an invasion by Muslims.”

  Bear’s eyes narrowed as he listened intently to Imran’s explanation of his early arrival.

  “Muslims? Ain’t you one of them? A Muslim?”

  The much smaller man glanced nervously toward Bear.

  “No, I’m Christian! My family, yes, we came from Turkey, but I am not a Muslim. I would not be allowed to live in the outpost…Fort Wilfrid. The godfather has very little tolerance for Muslims, for Islam. He barely tolerates any religion, really.”

  Mac, Bear, Reese, and Dublin all turned to look at Cooper. Mac was the first to pose a question.

  “What the hell is he going on about Coop? What is Fort Wilfrid? Who or what is the godfather, and what is this about some invasion?”

  Cooper Wyse looked over to Imran and then back to Mac.

  “Fort Wilfrid is where Imran lives. It’s about a hundred miles from here give or take. Slow going getting there though, especially in the colder months, which up here, is most the year. The godfather is the name of the guy who started up the whole place – Fort Wilfred. He’s been out there for about fifteen years or so. Been told he’s a bit different, but as far as how things are done in Canada, about as good as you’re gonna get. And Imran’s right. From what I understand, the godfather can’t stand Muslims. So in a way, he’s a big part of keeping them out of Alaska. And I’m serious there, if they were allowed to just walk in and take over, that’s what those Muslims would do. Nasty bunch. At least the ones I’ve run into, which admittedly hasn’t been much because I tend to try and avoid that kind of trouble whenever possible. In fact, don’t think I’ve been as far out as Wilfrid in almost two years now.”

  Mac pressed Cooper for more answers.

  “Ok, but what about this invasion thing he’s talking about?”

  Cooper shook his head and shrugged.

  “I don’t know anything about that. Imran, tell us what you mean by invasion.”

  Imran’s eyes grew large as both hands flew out in front of him.

  “Yes! An invasion! There are rumors, many rumors of late. From the East. A large Muslim force sent to destroy Wilfrid and then enter Alaska. They wish to overtake Alaska! And so soon after you defeated the New United Nations! With so much resistance to their authority elsewhere, the Texas Resistance…instead of using resources to do it themselves, it is said the New United Nations is telling the Muslim warlords they can have Alaska.”

  Bear took a step toward Imran, his right hand reaching out to grasp the front of the much smaller man’s winter jacket.

  “Bullshit! That can’t happen!”

  Brando exposed his teeth and snarled at Bear, warning him to release Imran.

  “Goddammit! What is with that stupid dog?”

  Cooper Wyse stepped between Brando and Bear, and gently pulled Imran out of Bear’s grasp.

  “He knows Imran better than he knows you, Bear, and it looks to him like a real big guy picking on a little guy and Brando don’t like that much - nothing personal.”

  Bear pivoted toward Cooper, looked down at Brando glaring at him, and thought better of it.

  Dublin spoke up, wanting to return the subject to the threatened invasion of Alaska.

  “Imran, do you think these rumors are credible? Is the invasion something that could actually happen?”

  Imran nodded his head enthusiastically.

  “Oh, yes! The godfather would not be doubling the defensive personnel, or imposing travel restrictions, if they were not credible. Such restriction harms trade, and trade is how we all…that is what the economy up here is based upon. I have seen Muslim groups with my own eyes, just outside Wilfrid, traveling in vehicles. And just the other day, I and some others saw an armed drone fly overhead. That has not been seen in years due to the agreement between the New United Nations and the Muslim warlords that there are to be no drones inside of the former Canadian provinces.”

  Dublin looked at Mac.

  “That might explain the drone that tried to kill us, Mac. Maybe they are trying to prepare the area for the invasion. If the New United Nations is helping out these Muslims to invade Alaska, that’s something that needs to be taken very seriously.”

  Reese added his own thoughts.

  “That drone that came at us, that was for us specifically. It wasn’t a random thing that happened related to this possible invasion scenario. The timing was too good. They knew where we were. It came right for us. Somehow somebody, somewhere – it was no accident. That said, if there’s some radical Muslim group wanting to march on into Alaska and they’re getting help from the New United Nations, Dublin is right, we need to do something.”

  Bear’s fist slammed against the wall behind him.

  “We need to get back to Alaska and help prepare to defend it! I need to protect my kids and my wife. No damn Muslim scum are gonna threaten my family. There’s no way---“

  Mac cut Bear off.

  “We are doing something, Bear. We’re doing something that might bring this whole globalist government down. That’s what we agreed to do. That’s why we are out here. That’s why we are going to keep going until we get to that priest. I can contact the Alaskan militia, Franklin Thomas. Let him know what Imran just told us here. I’m sure they can handle themselves fine against a bunch of Muslims even if there are a few drones helping them out. My guess is the New United Nations is actually using these Muslims as a test run to see just how good Alaska’s defenses really are before they send in the serious firepower. Well, I’ve personally helped prepare those defenses. We got all kinds of anti-aircraft, even some tanks and a few naval vessels that are back up and running. Your wife and kids are as safe as anyone can be right now in this world, I promise you that.”

  Imran whispered a warning to all of them.

  “Not just drones. Other weapons. Other…things.”

  Cooper leaned in to better hear what Imran was saying.

  “What was that Imran? What other weapons? You mean missiles, tanks, that kind of thing?’

  Imran’s dark eyes looked through a window to the blackness outside.

  “People are saying they have seen things. Creatures. Shadows of things. And that they are somehow linked to the New United Nations. A kind of experiment. Genetic manipulation. They are making…monsters. I have heard the godfather speak of it from time to time. He says the globalists are playing God, turning the unborn into something else. The population controls, the millions of abortions, some of it is being used to create things no longer human.”

  Mac disregarded Imran’s story of creatures born from New United Nations genetic experiments.

  “What the hell is this bullshit, Coop? Your guy here shows up early, in the dark, so he can tell us about some Muslim invasion of Alaska and people seeing monsters running a
round that are some kind of new genetic weapon of some sort? What’s his game? Is he trying to get us afraid enough to turn tail and just head back home? You keep talking like this and I’m gonna let Bear take his frustration out on you, boy. You see how agitated he is? That’ a hell of a lot of hurt he’s ready to lay on someone and you’re getting real close to being on the receiving end of that.”

  Reese held up his hand to get the others’ attention.

  “I don’t know if what Imran is saying is the truth or not, but I do know, back in Dominatus, Dr. Miller told me about fetuses being used for experiments. That all of the abortions helped provide the resources for these kinds of experiments. He didn’t say anything about genetic weapons, but is that really so far fetched given what we know about the New United Nations? It could be true. Imran, do these things, these weapons…do they have a name?”