THE TOCABAGA CHRONICELS: (BOX SET PART II - BOOKS #6-8)
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TOCABAGA CHRONICLES
BOX SET – PART II
BOOKS #6-8 OF THE SERIES
By Thomas H. Ward
Copyright©2015. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic mechanical methods.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
TABLE OF CONTENTS
BOOK #6: THE DIMACHAERUS CLAN
BOOK #7: Pàn Guó Zuì HIGH TREASON
BOOK #8: THE INVISIBLES
OTHER BOOKS BY THOMAS H. WARD
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BOOK #6
THE DIMACHAERUS CLAN
MISSING IN ACTION
PREFACE
How did our country get this way? My thinking is it was a number of things but it was also an overzealous President who was pushing for more control of the government to make a truly socialist state.
The President started a draft, but not for the military, for the new Federal Police Force or FPF. Their job would be to start green safe zones in the cities and guard the electric power plants and water supplies. They were to keep things running normal and generally enforce the laws. The Federal Police have all the same weapons, trucks, and tanks that the Army does. There are now 50,000 new Policemen. Even this number cannot control the situation.
The President put into effect Presidential Executive Order 13603 which declares that all property belongs to the Federal Government: your house, money, guns, and even your kids. They can tell you where to live and where to work.
The Military is split over whether to follow the President’s orders and violate the US constitution or to support the people. The normal Army is standing down but the Special Forces which include the Army Rangers, Delta Force, Airborne troops, Navy Seals, and other special operations have taken the side of the people and the Constitution. It’s a civil war over the rights’ of the people versus the government.
Years before, things weren’t making much sense especially when the government took control of the news media. It became state owned so the only news we received was what the Federal Government wanted us to hear. Back in 2013 the NSA started to tap our phones, read our emails, and Facebook pages. We were all being watched, we were all suspected of doing something wrong. We were having our Bill of Rights violated in the name of government security, and no one did anything about it.
Benjamin Franklin once said, “He who sacrifices freedom for security deserves neither.”
Unemployment shot up to 55% and everyone knew that things were changing as more and more acts of violence were reported across the nation. Riots, robberies, shootings, explosions, and even attacks on police stations were common. Some states called up the National Guard to help maintain control as desperate people do desperate things. The National Guard didn’t help. It fell into disarray. Just driving to the grocery store was became dangerous. You needed to carry a gun for safety or your trip to the store could end up being your last.
Our currency became worthless due to inflation and the government closed all the banks to stop bank runs. A loaf of bread rose to $100 and milk to $150 per gallon, if you can find it. People have run out of money and even if they have any in the bank, they cannot take it out. The banks are closed. Savings accounts are wiped out and if you have any gold or silver in the bank forget it, the government took it. The government is taking everything because the country is bankrupt.
For many years illegal aliens have been coming across the border from Mexico. But not all the people are hardworking Mexicans looking for work. The fact is many of those crossing the border are from the Middle East and are related to Islamic radical terrorist groups. How do I know this? Because the US Government has admitted that every year several thousand manage to sneak into the USA.
The gangs and cartels that smuggle dope are also making inroads into the US selling their crap to whatever idiots will buy it. These gangs have turf wars and during their wars they don’t care whom they rob or kill. Then there is the drug users who robs and kills to get money to pay for their habit. Finally we have the radical groups like the Skinheads, Neo-Nazis, some extremely violent religious people, and those that want white supremacy.
The government is now controlling the food and there are food lines at government controlled stores. You must wait for hours to get any food. If you can buy any food it is only enough for a few days. You cannot feed your family on a loaf of bread. Fresh vegetables and fruit cannot be found. Everything is canned goods or freeze dried ready to eat meals.
The question is can we change what we have become? There is no country to help us as they all have failed. We are the last hope of free mankind. We cannot forget the Bill of Rights, the United States Constitution, and the fact we are One Nation under God.
Here on Tocabaga we grow all our own food in a forty-acre garden. We found that we could grow almost any type of vegetable or fruit. Tocabaga has a chicken farm that provides eggs and chickens to our group. Most of our protein comes from eating fish. We have forty people that fish everyday to provide about 500 pounds a day to feed our group. We also have crabs, clams, and oysters that we harvest most of the year.
Everyone on Tocabaga works or has a job function to perform. If you don’t work you don’t eat. We have farmers, fishing crews, cooks, and lawn crews to fight back the fast growing jungle. We have auto mechanics and repairmen that can fix anything that breaks down. Most important of all we have 96 trained security people along with twenty Amazon Warriors who act as our police force. Everyone knows their job but each group has a lead man or supervisor that directs daily activities. The supervisors’ meet once a week to coordinate activities for the whole island.
We have a Board of Directors made up of 12 members who have been elected by the people living here. The board members are elected every four years. The Board votes on all matters affecting the well-being of Tocabaga. Majority vote wins any debate and it cannot be voted on again for another year.
Most people living on Tocabaga carry a weapon. It’s normal and totally expected to carry a gun because our second amendment rights permit us to do so. The only people that have been killed here were traitors. We do not tolerate traitors, spies, or Quislings. We all have a few things in common and that is the desire to remain free from Federal Government oppression and to protect our loved ones and friends.
I am the oldest of three brothers. We grew up fighting bullies and gang members in a tough neighborhood in south Chicago. My Dad, one of the most honest men I have known, always stressed, tell the truth, and help each other. Never ever be a bully, never steal, and try to protect those who cannot protect themselves. I have always stood up for the people who could not defend themselves. I hate liars and bullies.
Standing 6 feet tall at 180 pounds, I am in great shape for my age and my body is honed by years of physical training. I keep in shape by lifting weights almost every day and running three miles four times a week. I shave my head two times a week as it is cooler in the hot south and wear a ball hat to keep the sun off my head. The only hair on my head is a gray mustache and goatee that I keep well trimmed and short.
There is a two inch scar on my forehead from a knife fight years ago. I spent four years in the Army as a Military Policeman, and became an expert in the use of handguns, rifles, shotguns, and hand-to-hand combat. My legs have skin gr
afts from burns due to an explosion when working for the DOD (Department of Defense) doing security work for seven years. I always carry my Glock 17 side arm and Black Bear Cold Steel fighting knife.
I love our country, freedom, my family, and friends. If anyone messes with my family, or my friends, justice will be swift and painful. I have no use for anyone who breaks the law, cheats or steals. For the most part I follow the Ten Commandments, but also believe in The Code of Hammurabi which is an eye for an eye. I fight to keep our Bill of Rights under the United States Constitution.
That is me, Jack Gunn, a.k.a. Tocabaga Jack, and these are my chronicles.
I am Director of Security for Tocabaga Island. I live here along with 556 other Patriots. We are fighting to keep our freedom, keep our homes, and keep our families safe from the evil forces gone wild. Tocabaga is a sanctuary or safe haven. If you believe in the Constitution, the Bill of Rights, and are of good moral character you are welcome here.
We are waiting for you to contact us by email to find out where Tocabaga is located. Sending us an email is your first step to Freedom. There is an email address hidden in these chronicles. Tocabaga is a real location. I will reply.
INTELLIGENCE BRIEF
A few days ago Jack Gunn and his crew terminated a total of 13 spies and Quislings with the help of the Androktones also called the Amazon Warriors. Maggie and Jack rescued Albert Madison’s wife from a motorcycle gang leader named Buck. Maggie cut off Buck’s arm and head, using her Barong Machete, killing the dork on the spot.
The Rangers assigned to Tocabaga were redeployed to fight the Federal Police Force thereby leaving Tocabaga without any Ranger security for a few days.
Jack let a group of twenty people enter the Tocabaga sanctuary. They claimed to be political prisoners who were being held at the Dome prison. Some of them turned out to be undercover Federal officers.
Stan Gill and Ken Johnson are two of the US Marshals who infiltrated Tocabaga and captured Jack. They also kidnapped little ten year old Johnny Evans. They planned to put Jack on trial for the murder of eight Federal agents killed by the Ellenton mob. The Marshals were taking Jack to Atlanta to face a firing squad. Fifteen miles later their SUV ran out of gas on Interstate 275 about half a mile before 54th Avenue North exit.
Stan advised Jack that his plan was to take over Tocabaga, turn it into a green zone, and boot the Army out. He said that Federal Police Troops would be arriving at Tocabaga in a few days.
Ken went to look for gas but never came back. Stan was killed by a sniper’s bullet while standing next to the bullet proof Federal SUV. Jack and Johnny were stranded on the road side.
Jack, concerned for Johnny, decided to stay put in the bullet proof SUV rather than make a run for it in the darkness. There was no telling what they could run into in the danger zone. The danger zone is anywhere outside of Tocabaga. Jack was only armed with a Glock 9 mm containing 17 rounds.
As a group of people approached out of the darkness Jack got ready for the fight of his life. Jack’s only concern was to protect his grandson little Johnny.
NEW INTEL UPDATE
SOCOM intelligence advised a new threat is headed to Pinellas County. A warlord named BOKO KANG, a.k.a. THE DRAGON. Army Drones spotted his three hundred man army crossing the Howard Franklin Bridge two days ago.
RECAP:
JULY 1, 2025
BEFORE MIDNIGHT
Johnny and I had been captured by U. S. Marshals who were taking me to Atlanta to be put on trial for the murder of eight Federal agents. The agents were actually killed by the mob at Ellenton.
We were about a half mile from the 54th Avenue exit on Interstate 275 when the motor sputtered and we rolled to a stop on the side of the highway. Stan asked Ken, “What’s wrong?”
“Shit we’re out of gas,” Ken muttered.
“You dumb ass why didn’t you check it? Get your butt out and go find some gas or another car. Hurry up! We’ll wait here.”
I knew Ken had a long walk ahead of him in a dangerous part of the city. I watched him walk north toward 54th Avenue at a fast pace until he disappeared into the darkness. I checked the time it was 9:30 pm.
I asked Stan, “Who are the other people that came to Tocabaga with you?”
Stan replied with a smirk on his face, “Wouldn’t you like to know.”
“Yes, I’d like to know. I’m going to be dead soon what difference does it make.”
“Ok I’ll tell you some of them were prisoners from the Dome but most of them are undercover Federal agents who are going to take over Tocabaga. We’re going to make it a green zone and boot the Army out. The plans have been made and Federal Police will be arriving there in a few days.”
“The FPF already attempted to take over Tocabaga but that failed. A lot of them were killed.”
“That was only because you had the Rangers there. They won’t be there this time to save your butts. I planned this whole thing. You’re so easy to fool. Where the hell is Ken, he’s been gone two hours?”
We were sitting there for another hour waiting for Ken to return with gas when Johnny said, “I gotta pee.”
Stan opened the truck door got out and said, “Ok kid, go pee over there in the grass.” Johnny got out and took a few steps to the grass. Stan was standing near him when I heard it.
A bullet whizzed by Stan and then another, one hit him in the torso knocking him to the ground. Stan let out a groan as he fell and then was silent. I shouted to Johnny, “Quick! Come here and untie me!”
Johnny climbed in the truck and untied my hands. I jumped out and grabbed Stan’s handgun, which happened to be one of my Glocks. I checked his pulse, he was dead. Climbing back into the bullet proof SUV I wondered who shot Stan.
A Glock is without a doubt the best handgun ever made. The barrels never wear out and they are very dependable. It will fire under water, you can throw it in the mud, or run it over with a truck, and it still works every time. It is light weight and has a 17 round magazine capacity. The luger 9mm round is the most common handgun ammunition. It’s used by the military and police departments all over the United States.
Tommy never misses. His motto is one shot one kill. I concluded the shooter couldn’t have been Tommy because he doesn’t miss. The question is who shot Stan?
I locked all the doors as Johnny peered out the windows looking for the shooter. Johnny said, “Look, Grandpa, some people are coming this way.”
Looking out the windshield I saw them, a group of people, coming towards us out of the darkness. The people were too far away to make out who they were. I could only see dark shadow-like figures walking slowly in our direction.
I looked out the back window and there were more people coming from behind us. I thought oh no, FUBAR! Are these gang people, Federal Police, or who?
Johnny asked, “What do we do now Grandpa?”
“Don’t worry, Johnny, they can’t break into this bullet-proof truck. Just keep your head down and Grandpa will take care of it.” Grandpa was very worried to say the least.
I rolled up all the windows and pulled down the inside sun shades to cover them. I smashed the interior lights so the door could be opened without lighting up the interior thereby making us easy targets.
I said a prayer, “God do what you will with me, but please protect little Johnny from evil.”
Checking my gun to insure there was a round in the chamber, I waited as they approached. With only 17 rounds I didn’t stand a chance. I looked again and both groups where within 200 Yards. They were slowly closing in on us one step at a time.
JULY 2, 2025
JUST AFTER MIDNIGHT
It was past midnight as the people with questionable intentions approached our vehicle. Johnny asked, “Are they still coming Grandpa?”
Lifting up a window shade I replied, “Yep, they’re still coming, but don’t worry Grandpa will take care of everything.” Johnny was sitting on the floor, next to my legs, his hands tightly holding on to me. I cracked a couple of
windows open because it was getting hot inside the SUV. I was sweating like a pig.
A blanket was covering something in the back storage area so I slowly pulled it off and there was my M4 carbine with 300 rounds of ammo. Someone must have put it in the back when Maggie and I went to rescue Sue. I had forgotten all about the gun, because so much had happened yesterday. At least now I had a fighting chance.
The gangs reached the truck and someone tried to open the door. One man said, “This is a Federal truck. The door is locked. Joe, this guy here is dead. Nice shooting.”
They tried all the other doors. Then a person yelled, “You in the truck, come out now! Throw out your guns and come out with your hands in the air!”
He yelled again, “Come on out of the truck. We know you’re in there. If you don’t come out we’ll blow it up or start it on fire! Come out now!”
I didn’t think of that, they could start the truck on fire. An explosion badly burned my body years ago. Getting burned to death is a long painful process. There were about forty people were standing around the truck. That’s too many to fight so we’ll have to face the danger.
I told Johnny, “I’m going to open the door and get out.”
“Ok, if you say so… but don’t get killed Grandpa.” Johnny reached out and touched my hand as if to say I trust you.
“We’re coming out so don’t shoot. I’m throwing out my guns.”
Opening the side back door I threw out the guns and stepped out with my arms in the air. Johnny was holding on to my waist. A couple of guys grabbed me and tied my hands behind my back.
Another one grabbed Johnny asking, “Joe, should I tie up the kid?”
The man named Joe replied, “No need.”
Joe put his face up close to mine. He was a mean looking dude with bad breath and stained teeth. He asked, “Who the hell are y’all? Are you a Fed?” He looked me right in the eye to see if I was telling him the truth.