The Plan: How the Bug Out! War Began

by Boren, Robert

  “Finally,” he said. “Called them yesterday and they don’t get here until this morning?”

  “The sheriff never came yesterday either,” Connie said. “Things must be really bad out there.”

  “I’ll go let them in. Be back in a minute.”

  “Be careful,” Connie said. “I’ll tell the others you’re going out there, just in case.”

  Sam nodded as he walked to the Jeep with his rifle in hand. He drove out onto the access road. It took nearly five minutes to wind his way to the gate by the highway. The CHP cruiser was parked, both officers standing next to it, watching him drive up.

  “You took the sign down,” the first officer said. He was middle aged with a weathered face and a crew cut. “You Sam? I’m Officer Ryan.”

  “Yeah, I’m Sam,” he said. He looked at the other officer, who looked like a rookie, lanky with short blonde hair. He was staring silently.

  “Oh, I’m Officer Patrick,” he said. “Sorry.”

  “You want to come back or talk out here?”

  “Come back, if that’s okay,” Officer Ryan said.

  “Okay, let me swing this gate out of the way.” Sam unlocked the massive padlock and swung the heavy gate to the side. “Drive through. I’m locking this after you.”

  “Good idea,” Officer Ryan said. He got back in the car and drove through, leaving Officer Patrick standing there.

  Sam ushered him inside and shut the gate, locking it, taking a last look up and down the road. “Okay, follow me.” He got into his Jeep, made a K-turn, and took off towards the park. Officer Patrick got into the cruiser and they followed.

  Connie, Clem, John, and Sid were all waiting at the gate for them. Harry was sitting on the porch, and a few others were milling around. Sam parked in front of the office, the CHP cruiser parking next to it.

  “Look, it’s Ponch and John,” Clem said.

  “We’re never gonna live that damn show down,” Officer Ryan said. He chuckled as he walked to the group, followed by Officer Patrick.

  Sam walked over. “That’s Connie. She’s the one you talked to on the phone. Those other reprobates are Clem, John, Sid, and Harry. Guys, this is Officer Ryan and Officer Patrick.”

  “You guys took out the bad guys?” Officer Ryan asked.

  “Yeah, we ain’t as old and feeble as we look,” John said.

  “Speak for yourself, old man,” Clem said, slapping his knee and laughing.

  “You know those weren’t Mexicans, right?” Sid asked. “They were Islamists with AK-47s.”

  “Yeah, we know,” Ryan said.

  “Damn heathens,” Harry said, spitting on the ground.

  “Okay, okay,” Sam said. “What took you guys so long to get here?”

  “You don’t know what happened yesterday, do you?” Officer Patrick asked.

  “Guess not,” Sam said.

  “The sheriff and his deputies are all dead,” Ryan said. “Ambushed on the road. They might have been on their way here.”

  “What direction were they coming from?” Sid asked.

  “Northwest, coming down highway 94,” Ryan said.

  “Dammit,” Sid said. “Sorry that happened.”

  “Yeah, me too,” Sam said. Connie was crying, holding onto Sam’s arm.

  “What now?” Clem asked.

  “You folks aren’t safe here, but you aren’t safe on the roads either,” Ryan said.

  “So what do we do?” Connie asked.

  “If it were me? Fortify your position here and ride it out,” Ryan said.

  “That’s what I was thinking,” Sid said. “We’re working on that now. You notice the signs are gone.”

  “Yes, and that will help as long as that last convoy doesn’t pass the word to others,” Ryan said.

  “Where’s that convoy now?” Sam asked.

  “We were tracking them with those two Barrett Junction Sheriff’s cars, but they ditched them at the Jamul Indian Village,” Patrick said.

  “We’ve got units looking for them all around highway 94 and the major routes into San Diego,” Ryan said.

  “San Diego,” Clem said. “What can they do there? With the number of trucks Sid saw yesterday, they’ve got under a hundred men. The local police would make short work of them.”

  “That’s the main reason we’ve stopped by here,” Ryan said. “Some of you are gonna stay put, right?”

  Sam laughed. “Hell, all of us are gonna stay put. We’ve got too many people who can’t leave. And like you said, the roads aren’t safe.”

  “Good. You got anybody watching 94?” Ryan asked.

  “Not every minute,” Sid said. “We’ve talked about doing a rotation, though.”

  “I suggest you do that, both for your own safety, and to help us,” Ryan said.

  “So you want us to keep watch and communicate with you guys,” Sam said. “I think we could live with that, but what’s the end game?”

  “We’re trying to lock down San Diego,” Ryan said. “We’re having enough trouble taking on the enemy fighters who are coming in by sea and across the border near San Diego. If they open up a pipeline through the east here, it could be a real problem for the state. We could lose the whole damn region.”

  “Let’s make a deal,” Sid said. “We’re low on ammo. Maybe you could bring us some.”

  “What do you need?” Ryan asked.

  “We’ll give you a list,” Sam said. “Text it in to you.”

  “Okay, I’ll have to run it by the brass, but I think they’ll go for it.”

  “One other thing,” Clem said. “If we waste these guys, we aren’t going to be indicted for it, right?”

  Ryan laughed. “Who would do that?”

  “The same creeps in the California State Government who’ve caused the problem in the first place with their loose borders and sanctuary cities,” Clem said.

  “You gonna spout off about sleeper cells again, Clem?” John asked.

  “Damn straight,” he said. “You heard about what’s happening in LA County, right?”

  Ryan sighed. “Yes, we’ve heard the rumors that outside agitators are stirring up the gangs to attack.”

  “I believe it,” Patrick said.

  “Me too,” Ryan said. “I’m just a grunt. You know that, right? I can’t tell you that no state official will ever get a wild hair up their butts and come after vigilantes like you guys. I can guarantee you that no law enforcement agency I know of would be willing to go after you guys for what you did yesterday, regardless of what the diversity-at-all-costs nutcases up in Sacramento think.”

  Sid laughed. “Well, that sounds solid.”

  “Look,” Ryan said. “It’s in your interest to watch the road, because you’ve killed four enemy fighters, and they might want revenge. You were gonna watch the road either way. All I’m asking is that you call us if you see anything.”

  “I’m just messing with you,” Sid said. “I’m all for the plan.”

  “Me too,” Sam said.

  The others nodded in agreement.

  “Thanks,” Ryan said. “Would one of you guys take us back to the gate? We need to get moving.”

  “Sure,” Sam said.

  Sid and the others watched them walk away.

  “Think we’re gonna get attacked again?” Harry asked.

  John, Sid, Harry, and Clem looked at each other. Sid shrugged. “Good question. Depends on what the first group was.”

  “What do you mean?” John asked.

  Sid shook his head. “If that was a pilot group for a new invasion route, they’ll end up killing all of us. They can’t have anybody warning the authorities.”

  “Gee, that’ll help me sleep at night,” Clem said.

  “When Sam gets back we need to have a meeting and set up that rotation,” John said. “It needs to be 24-7.”

  Bug Out! California is coming to the Kindle Store starting in late 2017

  Copyright

  The Plan copyright © 2017 by Robert G Boren. All rights
reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any format without permission in writing from the copyright holder.

  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.

  Thanks to Laura Thomas Boren for editing this book!

  About the Author

  Robert G Boren is a writer from the South Bay section of Southern California. He writes Short Stories, Novels, and Serialized Fiction.