by Cliff Deane
After the chuckles had ended, Levi said, “That young man is now Colonel Scott Eldridge, one of the finest soldiers I have ever known.
Though I am so honored to have been able to serve with each and every one of you, I hope you will understand that God’s greatest blessing to me is my daughter Kate Levins, even when she is cranky and cantankerous.”
Levi didn’t have a chance to finish that thought as the men in the formation began cheering and laughing their approval of both Levi and Kate.
Men,” Levi’s voice began to break as he said, “I am so honored to have served with you, and I must tell you that not a one of you has ever disappointed me in any way. I am so proud of what you, have accomplished and I want you to know that I will miss every single one of you, even our newest Warrant Officer Jones, the muffin thief.”
Again good natured laughter rang out from the formation.
“May God Bless and Protect the Republic of America. I leave you with this thought. You, each one of you, is the extension of God’s plan to use the ROA as his tool to give humanity one more chance to get it right.”
At that moment there were many tears shed among these men who had, not only the courage but the iron will to stave off the New Dark Age spreading across the world and protect their flock.” None of these men could fully express exactly why they were so compelled to take on the role of the Sheepdog; they only knew that it was a path they must follow, even if it meant their life to do so.
“First Sergeant,” shouted Colonel Levins.
Levi returned the formation to the control of the 1st Sergeant and as Levi turned to walk away. He heard, “All right, get him!”
The entire formation rushed Levi and raised him above their heads on a sea of 1st Cavalry Troopers, shouting Oooh-Rah. After a couple of minutes of being carried above these men, Levi now truly understood how Caesar felt upon his triumphant return from Africa, and the voice of that same slave whispered in Levi’s ear, Master, all glory is fleeting.
It was a wonderful experience and one that Levi would forever treasure.
As the troopers lowered their newly promoted General Levins to the ground, they returned to their formation and stood strictly at attention as Levi and company mounted their vehicles and passed out of sight.
Once out of town and at the first rest stop, Gus slapped Levi on the back and said, “Wow! What a sendoff. You okay?”
Levi looked at Gus and answered, “Yes, it surely was a Wow sendoff, and for a moment I was Caesar parading through Rome when the voice in my ear reminded me that glory never lasts, but yeah, wow.”
Gus smiled at Levi and asked, “Where to, boss?”
Levi laughed and answered, “You know, I have never seen the Cherry Blossoms in D.C. What say we start there then drift west? Well, after we add Carter and Simms to our little posse.
Darren, would you please take the jeep and go back about half a mile and bring those boys on up here?”
“Yes sir, on the way.”
The end of phase one in the adventures of Levi Levins.
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A TASTE OF CHAPTER ONE
OF BOOK 3
VIGILANTE: APACHE TERRITORY
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Chapter 1
Chief Daniel Two-Dogs
April 5th,
Cottonwood City Jail
Near Cottonwood, AZ
Chief Daniel Two-Dogs, a direct descendant of Geronimo the prominent warrior and medicine man from the Bedonkohe band of the Chiricahua Apache, sat stoically on the floor of his cell. He had begun to sing his death song after the Jailer informed him that the town was being abandoned, as was Daniel Two-Dogs.
The Jailer released the other prisoners in the jail, but Chief Daniel Two-Dogs was left to rot.
On March 29th, a CME crashed the world’s electrical grid Chief Daniel organized the young men on the Reservation (Rez) to quickly take control of the food and fuel resources his small band of Chiricahua Apaches could hold.
Chief Daniel led an attack on a Walmart store that, unfortunately, had six stranded Department of Public Safety Officers (State Police) who successfully repulsed the attack and captured Chief Daniel.
The Rez Tribal Police (RTP) was greatly reduced in number when the White Officers failed to show up for work due to transportation and family obstacles.
Those Apache RTP officers quickly joined Chief Daniel’s Force, who, like the rest of the Chief’s band took to horseback.
On April 5th Chief Daniel’s followers arrived at the jail. The band was armed and prepared for battle, but instead, found only their leader locked in a lonely cell. The keys were quickly found, and Chief Daniel was freed.
The Chief declared the Apache Reservation and all lands once owned by the Apache-Navajo Tribes to be solely for Native Americans of those two Tribes.
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Chapter 1
April 1st 0942 hours
John F Kennedy International Airport
New Your City
A wraithlike figure shrouded in a black Hijab had deliberately walked past numerous A/C intake vents releasing an invisible vapor into each one.
She needed to make frequent stops to rest as her strength began to fail. Her bowels had become uncontrollable as the morning wore on. Finally, she made her way to a long TSA inspection line. She appeared to be somewhat unsteady on her feet.
She was trying to push through her pain and loss of bodily functions. She thought I must stay on my feet until Omar returns to give me the antidote. Where can he be?
At that point, Omar was exiting the Holland Tunnel and getting as far from New York City as he could, though it would do him no good.
She had arrived at JFK at 6:30 a.m. and immediately began releasing a fine aerosol mist into the air and into several A/C intake ducts located all along her way to the TSA baggage inspection. In just a few minutes, she had released a new weaponized airborne version of Ebola. She then returned to the TSA inspection line while waiting for her husband, Omar.
She had no idea that what she was really waiting for was no antidote, but rather she unwittingly waited for the meth-amphetamines, and anti-diarrhea medications, which had kept her going to wear off.
As the woman reached the line, several nearby passengers, also waiting in the TSA line, became highly offended by the horrible smell usually associated with diarrhea, which was now emanating from this woman in black.
One angry man went to the nearest Security Officer and complained about the smell. The Officer made a call on his radio, and as he turned to look at the woman in the Hijab, he saw her fall to her knees vomiting in painful cramping heaves. Those passengers around her scrambled back, except for a few good Samaritans who tried to help her.
The Security Officer called for the EMTs to come running, but before they could get to her, she fell onto her face…dead.
Several passengers began to kneel beside her to remove her head covering but quickly retreated when the Security Officers ordered everyone to back away so the EMTs could get to her. The smell was beyond description and began spreading down the corridor, as was an invisibly fine mist that continued to emanate from the A/C ducts.
Airport Security moved the crowd back well away from the scene as three EMTs wearing masks and gloves removed her head covering and discovered blood seeping from the woman’s eyes. A closer examination revealed that additional blood had escaped from every orifice of her head.
While the EMTs were tending to the woman, a security officer opened the victim’s bag he found two stainless steel containers each about the size of a whipped cream spray can. Each cylinder was three inches wide with a two-inch cylinder sticking out that had perforated sides. Both were covered with a dull white powder.
He immediately took one of the canisters to the Head of EMT/Medical Operations at JFK, Dr. Emile Dawkins, and said, “Doctor, you have to see this.”
“Kinda busy here Hoss, is it important?”
“Oh yes sir,” and he presented the can to Doctor Dawkins.”
“Yes sir, we found two of these canisters in her carry-on luggage, and they are empty. We immediately began searching trashcans and have found several others all over the terminal. We have Airport Security checking trash cans in every public area.”
“What the… aerosol canisters? All right let’s get the residue on these cans tested, now!”
He looked at his fellow EMTs and asked, “You don’t think this shit is airborne, do you? I mean, is that even possible?”
“Holy shit Doc, think about it. The victim wasn’t a victim. She’s a terrorist.”
The medic looked at his partner and whispered, “Oh shit, this is Ebola, she has Ebola!” Doctor Dawkins stood and walked over to his friend, Captain Eugene Cates, the Deputy Director of Airport Security at the John F. Kennedy International Airport. The Captain was observing the Security Officers who were keeping the passengers away from the possible crime scene.
Together they walked over to a quiet spot, and the EMT said, “Oh man, this is bad. Now, I want you to keep a straight professional face. You ready?”
“Oh shit, this is gonna’ be bad, isn’t it, but yeah, no reaction so go ahead.”
“Captain, she is dead, she has Ebola, and it appears that it might be airborne.”
Captain Cates was nothing if not professional. He maintained his composure on the outside and said, “Are you sure, absolutely sure? If you are we have to lock the entire airport down.”
“Yeah Gene, if it’s not Ebola it’s one of the other Hemorrhagic diseases.
Cates motioned to his deputy to come with him to a spot about twenty feet away and said, “Lockdown this area and don’t let anyone come in or leave. If this really is Ebola, it must be highly contagious. I need to call the Big Guy. This could be terror related.”
Captain Cates saw the fear in the officer’s eyes and said, “Look, dickhead, I see the panic in your eyes, so don’t you even think about jumpin’ ship. As long as we stay away and wear our masks, we’ll be fine. So, relax and get to work.”
Dawkins said, “On my authority alone, I am making the call to initiate the Ebola Protocols now, at, let’s see 10:13 a.m.
I’ll contact the CDC, and you get in touch with Airport Management. They need to get a move on to get this place cordoned off and locked down right now.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know, but if we’re wrong it’s our jobs, and oh man; the lawsuits... You’re really sure?”
“Damn it, Cates, I’m sure, so get moving.”
“Yeah, okay, sure, I’m on it.”
“Good,” said Emile Dawkins, GS-16, and the Director of the Emergency Medical Treatment unit at the JFK International Airport as he placed a call to the CDC to request assistance.
*
April 1st, 1014 hours
Director’s Office, JFK Int’l Airport
New York City, NY
Answering his direct line to the Security Branch of JFK the Director saw the call was coming from Captain Cates.
“Hello, Eugene, your call must be important to use this line.”
Captain Cates took a deep breath and said, “Yes sir, it is important. At approximately 1005 hours, a woman wearing an Iranian Hijab died at the TSA checkpoint to the European Airline corridor.
At 1010 hours, the Director of the EMT Unit informed me that a woman had died from either Ebola or one of the other Hemorrhagic Diseases. We also have found convincing evidence that this strain is airborne, so based on this evidence, at 1013 hours he has ordered the lockdown of the entire airport as per the Ebola Protocol manual.”
The Director slumped down into his chair and said, “Oh Dear God, he had better be right. Okay, on his authority alone begin the procedures. Has he contacted the CDC? Has your boss been notified?”
“Yes sir, he’s on the line with the CDC now, and as soon as I hang up, I’ll contact the Director.”
“Good, good, all right contact the NYPD and the FDNY. I’ll get on my portion immediately.”
The Director then placed calls to Air Traffic Control and ordered that all planes return to the jetways to hold passengers until further notice. He also ordered all flights that had originated at JFK after 0700 hours to return to JFK and await instructions.
*
April 1s 1014 hours
Office of the Director CDC
Atlanta, GA.
“Sir,” said the Director’s Secretary, “I have an emergency call from JFK International Airport. It’s about Ebola. Can you take the call?”
“Ebola?” asked Director Hardin, “Of course, put them through.
Hello, this is Director Hardin of the CDC, please identify yourself.”
“Sir, my names is Emile Dawkins; I am the Director of Emergency Medical Treatment Operations at JFK.
This morning at approximately 9:45 a.m. an apparent Muslim woman dressed in the traditional Hijab died from either Ebola or one of the other Hemorrhagics.
We have also found eight aerosol cans coated in a white powder in both the woman’s luggage and in several trashcans in each terminal. Our initial estimate is that this strain is airborne.
I have initiated the Ebola Lockdown Protocol as outlined in the Medical Emergency manual. Please get your people up here ASAP.
Security is currently contacting the Airport Director, informing him of the Protocol Lockdown procedure effective at 10:13 a.m. local time.”
“Airborne?” shouted Doctor Hardin. “I cannot imagine a worse scenario, anyway very good decision on the protocol lockdown. Let’s stick strictly to the plan with no deviations. We’ll brief the Commander at Fort Detrick and get him moving on providing a Mobile Level P4 Hospital for setting up in whatever hanger space they may need. May I assume that you have sufficient hanger space for the CDC and the Fort Detrick folks?”
“Yes, of course, and if they need more, we’ll clear out hangers until they have all the space they need.”
“At this time, approximately how many passengers and workers are being detained?”
“This is, of course only an educated guess, but I believe we are talking nearly twenty-four thousand, perhaps more.”
“Twenty-four thousand, oh my,” said Director Hardin, “how can there be that many?”
“JFK has approximately nineteen thousand employees on duty at this time of day, and we have roughly five thousand passengers.”
The CDC Director Hardin said, “We’d better bring every hospital in the inventory. Sweet Mary, Mother of God, please help us here.
I’ll see to it that the hospitals in New York are notified and direct them to activate their Ebola Protocol facilities.
I anticipate that we can have our initial team onsite at JFK by 1300 hours, today.
Is there anything else for me?”
“No sir, not at this moment; just, please hurry.”
“We’re on the way, goodbye,” said Director Hardin as he hung up the phone.
Calling his secretary, he said, “Get the standby Mobile Response Team leader up here now! Then get out the Ebola Protocol manual and get to work.”
“Yes sir, I’m already on it.”
*
April 1st, 1020 hours
Office of the Mayor,
New York City, NY
“Sir, I have the Police Commissioner on the line with an emergency call. Are you in?”
“Yes, of course, put him on.”
“Hello Will, what’s going on?”
“Sir, we h
ave Ebola at JFK…,” said the Commissioner as he briefed the Mayor of the largest city in the United States of America.
“Ebola, oh my God, but you say it’s only one case and isolated to one departure area. Did he really need to close down the entire airport?”
The NYPD Commissioner said, “Mr. Mayor, what I am about to relay to you must not go further than you. I have no doubt that the President will not want this information released to the public at this time. Sir, they have found definitive evidence that this strain is airborne.”
The Mayor added the Director of Public Health to the call so that he could also hear what the Top Cop had to say.
Everyone in every department began pulling out their Medical Emergency and city shut down Protocol Manuals and began the mission of shutting down New York City and making preparations for the treatment of possible Ebola patients. Every hospital was contacted and instructed to prepare. The National Guard, Reserves, and the Active Military of all branches sent mobile hospitals to New York City.
Abandoned warehouses were cleaned for use as hospitals and staging areas.
Everyone had a mission to stop Ebola in its tracks. They knew their jobs, but… was it already too late?
The number one Cop in the Big Apple finished his briefing and added, “Mr. Mayor, I have ordered 25% of the duty force to JFK with all of our armored vehicles. I have also mobilized sufficient officers to take up the slack of those assigned to crowd control at JFK.
All of this is per our Ebola Protocol manual. It is going to be an expensive exercise if this is a false alarm, and even more so if it isn’t.”