Minus America Box Set | Books 1-5

by Isherwood, E. E.

  He smiled a bit.

  “And you won’t report me?” she continued with suspicion, even while accepting the pack.

  Victor looked hurt. “Despite what you think, I don’t want to see anyone put to death because of me. That’s not what I signed up for.” He halted, before continuing in a more subdued voice. “Be a hero. Rescue the lady and stuff. I’m cool with all of it, but you should also know if I get caught helping you, I’ll be in a lot of trouble. If you do get away, I’ll pretend to not know anything about it. If you get yourself caught, do you think…”

  He wasn’t exactly a model of super heroism, but he wasn’t cowering in his room calling David, either. She clenched her jaw and cut him a break. “I won’t turn you in. I promise.”

  He brightened, then waved her on. “Go!”

  After she got to the dark corridor, Victor gave her a thumb-up signal. He then stumbled around the corner. “Get help! My betrothed needs medical attention!”

  She quietly snickered at his male bravado. It played out exactly as he’d planned it, too. He and the guards ran by the side hallway, anxious to ‘get help’ to where it was needed, leaving her alone to return to the elevators.

  “Now, for a hasty good-bye,” she said to the elevator button as she arrived in the loading area. The doors parted as soon as she clicked it.

  Once inside, she studied the round buttons for the other floors. The one at the top was labeled “OUT.” It wasn’t hard to figure out what it meant. The levels counted down from 3 to 1. She was on 1. The next lower level was 0. From there, the digits descended to minus four, though there was one last button with ‘LOW1’ on it.

  The doors closed, though she still hadn’t picked a destination. Her hesitation stemmed from the placement of the guards. She couldn’t say for certain they were everywhere, but the one place they would absolutely be found was the topmost level. The exit. If she went to the top now, without a weapon to her name, she would be caught for sure.

  I could hide.

  As a child, hiding in the mine was one of the games she’d played with Mom and Dad. It gave her the idea of doing the same down in the bunker. She had some food and water. Spending days in a supply closet would be better than pretending to enjoy living with Victor or being trotted around by David. When the time was right, she’d find a real weapon, go to the surface, fight her way out, then go find help for Audrey and Peter.

  Her internal clock warned her the guards would soon be back. Victor would have to explain why he’d needed help. Maybe they knew he’d faked it and were already on their way back to the elevator to catch her…

  Her fast breathing was almost at panic level. A choice needed to be made.

  “Going down.” She clicked the LOW1 button, causing the elevator to lurch into action. Once on the move, she leaned against the support bar, relieved no one had found her.

  The LED lights above the door counted down to minus four, then went blank. The other floors ticked by quickly, leading her to wonder why she hadn’t reached the last one on the list. Several minutes of travel went by, and she sensed the machine had picked up speed as it went, but still a number didn’t appear.

  “Uh oh,” she said to herself, wondering how far she was going. Visions of looking down the bottomless pit made her fear she’d somehow put herself on a course to its bottom. How long would it take to ride an elevator for ten miles? Didn’t David say something about not being able to go all the way down in one shot?

  It took ten minutes, by her estimation, before the light finally came on.

  “Thank God!” The elevator car decelerated and settled to a stop, followed by a long pause. She was dressed in her blue unitard, carrying a food bag over her shoulders, with nothing but fists for weapons. She was filled with a nervous electricity, as if she’d taken a wrong turn into a bad neighborhood. Whoever appeared outside the doors would never expect someone like her to come out swinging.

  She balled her fists, ready for anything.

  CHAPTER 18

  Wheatland, WY

  “I surrender!” Meechum shouted, louder than before. “I’m coming out!”

  “We have multiple shooters watching you,” the man’s voice said in return. “Don’t try anything fancy.”

  “I’m a US Marine,” she replied in a lower voice. “Don’t fire on me.”

  Kyla listened to silence for a short time before the man spoke again, albeit in a more natural tone of voice, as if Meechum was closer to him. “You said you were with the US Marines. Why are you dressed like a Blackout?”

  “I’m dressed like this because we snuck into one of your bases, hacked your servers, then got out without a scratch. We would have gotten away with it, too, but my team was killed in a traffic accident last night. Now, it’s just me.”

  The man laughed. “If you really are a Marine, say something only a Marine would know.”

  Kyla listened as her friend rattled off a series of curse words, each dirtier than the next. It would have been funny if she wasn’t in the process of giving herself up. Thinking she might be able to help, Kyla stuck her head up. However, she only saw the other woman’s cropped haircut. The men were still hidden.

  The man laughed. “Yep, you check out. You’re definitely not with the invaders. What unit were you with, Marine?”

  “Aren’t you with the invaders?” Meechum snarked.

  “Hell no. We’re Americans, too. Why don’t you at least tell us what unit you were with.”

  Meechum replied instantly. “F division, U brigade, sir.”

  “Fair enough. You can come out of there. None of us are going to shoot, as long as you do it nice and easy. Then we’ll see what’s what.”

  Kyla’s heart leapt, thinking it was all a trick. It wouldn’t be hard to fake being a real American so the battle-tested Marine would give herself up without a fight. As she watched, Meechum moved forward, out of her sight. As much as she wanted to defend her friend, caution made Kyla wait where she was. “Dang, this better not be a trap,” she whispered.

  Two minutes later, Meechum called, “Dudette! We’re good. Come on out.”

  She waited for a few seconds, wondering if they could have forced her to say the words, until she assured herself it was impossible. There was no way the Marine would give her up unless it was truly safe.

  After walking the same path along the shoreline as her friend had taken, she came out of the brush to find a group of about ten soldiers waiting for her. There were a few trucks in a small gravel parking lot, but no military vehicles.

  Her eyes went to Meechum. She’d been relieved of her weapons but didn’t seem upset about it. Her rifle, pistol, shotgun, and a couple of knives were on the ground beside her. The woman waved her to come forward, which she did.

  In seconds, men had taken her two rifles, the bag, and pistol. One of them checked out her wound while another man came over to talk to her.

  “I’m Colonel Avery, United States Army. You’re safe, but we have to get away from the enemy operation at the powerplant. We’re going to take you for a short ride.”

  Without her weapons, there was no point in arguing. She and Meechum hopped in the bed of a pickup truck with two of the soldiers. They rode into the dawn, giving her a sense of hope they would make better time toward Uncle Ted. However, after about twenty minutes, the driver slowed and went down a dirt path into dense tree cover.

  “Last stop,” the driver said quietly out his window.

  She and the Marine hopped out.

  Avery was back. He spoke mostly to Kyla. “As I said, I’m Colonel Avery. These men I’m with are Task Force Yankee, a recon team probing behind the lines of the Blackout forces. We asked your friend here what you two were up to, but she wasn’t very forthcoming, even under threat of court martial. Would you care to tell me what you two were doing by the powerplant?”

  She respected Meechum for doing her best to hide their mission, but if these men were with an allied force, they would be best suited to stop the attack on her uncle
.

  She turned to Meechum before saying a word to the men. “I need to tell them why we were going after my uncle, okay?”

  Meechum shrugged. “I can’t divulge my mission, but you have every right to tell them about your uncle.” She emphasized the word uncle, giving her a clue what she wanted.

  Kyla returned her attention to Avery. “My uncle was part of our group. We attacked a base in North Dakota. We hacked their computers. Turned off the nuclear briefcase for the US missile arsenal. Now, he’s headed to NORAD to attack the Blackout headquarters and finish the job.” She had a thought. “Is that really what you call them? Blackouts?”

  “They always seem to wear black. It’s what everyone on the outside has been calling them.”

  “Oh, okay. Anyway, separate from all that, I contacted Rammstein Airbase in Germany using the tablet you confiscated from me. Don’t put the battery back in, by the way. I took it from the enemy. They’ll track it.” She paused to let her words sink in. “A general there said they were going to nuke the base at NORAD and put an end to the Blackout’s HQ. That’s all fine and great, but now my uncle is heading right for the bullseye and he doesn’t know what’s coming. Me and my friend Meechum were on our way to warn him. Of course, if you had a phone we could use…”

  The colonel frowned. “I’m afraid I can’t help you there. We’re on total radio silence until we clear enemy territory. Based on what you’re telling me, we won’t be going out anytime soon.”

  She was devastated. “Then let us go. I have to find him.”

  “No can do. I believe you two are Americans, but we can’t let you out of our sights. Command is going to want to know about survivors. So far, you two are the only friendlies we’ve located.”

  It was terrible news. “We’re the only two you’ve seen? That can’t be right. There must be others.”

  “I can’t tell you where we’ve been but suffice to say, we’ve crossed many states. No one was out there, except for the Blackouts. Even they’re hard to find, given the size of the country they’re trying to take over.”

  Meechum cleared her throat. “Dammit, you boys just refuse to help a woman in distress. How disappointing. Unfortunately for you, sir, you’ll want to change your mind.”

  “Why is that, Marine?”

  Meechum glanced over to Kyla as if she was about to do a bad thing. When she looked back to Colonel Avery, she stood at attention. “Because her uncle is traveling with the President of the United States, sir.”

  Eastern Colorado

  As the sun rose over the plains, and Ted drove them far from the scene of the attack, he thought they were in the clear. As with almost every other place they’d visited on the way south from Montana, there was nothing around them but grasslands and the occasional farm. If there was one bit of difference, it was the introduction of gentle, rolling hills. They couldn’t quite see from one horizon to the next. It was ideal for Ted, as the uneven terrain shielded them from being seen from afar.

  “A storm’s brewing,” Emily remarked, seemingly bored after the excitement of the drive out of Fort Collins. Far to the east, probably over Kansas, a towering thunderstorm shuffled across the sky. As a pilot, he’d seen many similar storms from the air and was glad it was so far away.

  “It won’t come here. It’s moving east.”

  “Still, it’s pretty windy,” she allowed.

  The wind was becoming a factor. The SUV presented a solid wall for the wind to strike, and it constantly pushed them toward the opposite lane of traffic, though there were no vehicles coming at them. He kept his speed between eighty and one hundred, which helped them cross the featureless tracts of prairie as fast as possible. Soon enough, they reached the interstate.

  “This is I-70,” he said, not slowing at all. “I saw this numerous times while flying cross-country. If we turned right, we’d go directly to Denver. Since Colorado Springs is about an hour south of there, we can push on for another hour or so, and then turn west again.”

  “You remember all that from your flying?” She sounded impressed.

  He was about to come back at her with a pithy comment, but a strong gust of wind slapped against them as they crossed the bridge over the highway. His adrenal gland spit out an emergency supply of go-juice as he held onto the wheel. “Holy crap!”

  Emily grabbed onto the door handle.

  Once across, the wind settled down to the way it was—abusive, but not deadly.

  She laughed. “I guess you were right. The wind is coming from the west. There’s no way the big storm can reverse course.”

  Ted held the wheel with determination, sure another gust was about to strike at any moment. He maintained that belief for ten or fifteen minutes before relenting and lowering his guard.

  In one small town, he used his supplies to siphon gas. It only had three streets—the main two-lane they’d come in on, and then ones to the east and west of the roadway, creating a little bubble of civilization about a hundred yards square.

  “Welcome to Nowheresville,” he said, walking past her window.

  “This place doesn’t have a name?” Emily asked.

  “Don’t know. I guess old town names don’t mean anything these days. We can call it whatever we want.” The wind came up again. Since he was out of the cab, he took the brunt of the gust, and a ton of dust and dirt, right in the face.

  “If we stick around, I might call this place Dustburg.”

  As he finished up, he happened to look down the road in the direction they were headed. At first, he thought he saw movement, but continued vigilance revealed nothing.

  “We should get moving,” he said nonchalantly to Emily, who’d remained in the cab.

  “You need me to drive?” she replied.

  “Naw, I’m used to long periods of boredom like this. On some flights, I’d spend sixteen hours in my little ride-along desk, doing nothing but waiting for the pilot to get sick.” As much as he’d been anxious to get into the big chair back then, he was now anxious to return to those simple times.

  “Well, I’m here if you need me. When we cleaned that house, I threw extra food in the back.”

  “Uh, half-thawed chicken?” They’d pulled out all the food they’d shoved into the engine bay. For his part, he threw it on the garage floor, since it had been ripped and spent time in contact with the greasy motor compartment.

  She chuckled at him. “No, silly, I meant the other place. The soccer-mom house. We have Twinkies, remember?”

  He perked up. “How could I forget?”

  Ted closed the gas cap, stowing the can and hose, but gave one last look at the road ahead. This time, the roadway wasn’t empty. A motorcycle came over a rise in the pavement. Then several more appeared behind the leader.

  “Crap! We’ve got company.” The men on the bikes were less than a mile away. There was no logical reason for he and Emily to fear them, however. They were all supposed to be on the same team.

  “What do we do?” Emily sat up straight and reached in the back for her rifle.

  Calmly, and without any haste whatsoever, he climbed inside the cab and shut the door. He rolled the window down and held his hand out, as if instantly bored of waiting. His insides went into Slinky mode, bouncing and hopping in random directions.

  “This isn’t going to be pretty,” he said with a raspy voice. The wind and dry air, plus fear itself, coated his throat like sandpaper. “We have nowhere to hide. No backup. These guys aren’t techs or newscasters. They’re soldiers in the same uniforms as us. If they ask us anything beyond how’s the weather, they’ll figure out we’re imposters. They might already know who we are…”

  “Tell me what to do,” Emily said, displaying remarkable calm.

  He went over the plan in the sixty seconds he had left. As expected, the group of seven riders pulled right up to his SUV. Ted waved, ensuring they saw his black uniform. Theirs were black, too, and their hogs were the same model as the guys back in Minot. The guys with flamethrowers.

>   “Have your rifle close. We’ll only get one chance,” he said quietly.

  NORAD Black Site Sierra 7, CO

  “Wake up! Feeding time!” The man’s shouts were followed by metal banging on metal.

  Dwight woke up under the office desk. He’d taken his cot and laid it on its side, then dragged it in front of the opening. It made him feel the comfort of confinement and safety in the overnight hours, even while in the strange place.

  When he emerged from his hole, the lights had come on automatically, and a tray of food was already at his door.

  “This is really great service, huh, Poppy?” After he’d said the words, he scanned the office for his imaginary bird. He’d spoken to her out of habit.

  He stretched on the walk to the door, feeling well-rested and ready for the day. As he got there, he remembered exactly where he was, which hit him in the face like a crème pie.

  “My memory is all coming back,” he said aloud.

  “That’s great,” Jacob replied from across the hall. “Then you’ll be looking forward to getting sick again today.” He sighed loudly. “We both will.”

  “I do remember it all,” he said with awe. “I was in a shipping container. Then you found me, provided some food, and put me in a new suit. I stole a motorcycle. I watched a dam break apart. Then I—” He halted, realizing his revelation was incriminating.

  Jacob laughed. “Yeah, say it. Then you killed those men. You might as well admit it. They already know everything. They’re always listening, and you talk in your sleep louder than you do in the day.”

  “Poppy, is this true?” He checked the office, knowing she wasn’t there, but still unable to throw off the habit of talking to the one friend who’d stuck with him through it all.

  After a short pause, he continued speaking to Jacob. “I don’t regret it, you know. It was all a misunderstanding, but I know who and what you are. You people are evil.”

  “How do you figure?” Jacob shot back. “Because we took control from the country doing the most damage to the planet? Is it because we want to erase every trace of you people from the land, to return it to a pristine state where humanity can co-exist with nature? Is it because we value science and order above the chaos of whatever it was you Americans did to this continent?”