Family Survival

by A J Newman

  Davi caught movement in the bike’s mirror and saw a shadow creeping up behind her. She used the bike’s mirror to view the attacker without alerting him. Just before he lunged at her, she side stepped, pulled her knife, and slit his throat. He lay there looking up at her trying to say something, but only produced bubbles of blood around the slice in his throat and a mumbling sound. She ripped his mask off and was shocked to see a beautiful Chinese woman dying at her feet. She quickly started her bike and fled the area.

  “Mori, I am safe and will be uploading the pictures in a few minutes. A Chinese operative just tried to kill me, but it was her unlucky day and my lucky day.”

  “Davi, I doubt that luck had anything to do with you being alive and her dead.”

  “It’s worse than I thought. There are three separate facilities fitting missile launchers into cargo containers.”

  “Oh shit. Have you learned anything about their target?”

  “Well, it’s not Israel in the first round because these missiles could reach us from Syria or several other Islamic countries. I think they are all to be fired on the USA and Western Europe.”

  “We know Iran is funding this effort. Are any other countries involved?”

  “Of course there are the countries allowing the Iranians to use their docks to construct the overseas container missile launchers, Syria, Somalia, and Yemen. We have strong evidence that several of the nukes came from North Korea and there are flocks of Chinese technicians scampering around all three sites.”

  “Any Russian involvement?”

  “None detected. I think they are a target also.”

  “What makes you think that Russia is a target?”

  “My team intercepted a communication that pinpoints the coordinates for maximum EMP effect on Russia, the USA, and Europe. Mori, my team, also thinks that the plot is much larger than we have found so far.”

  “How big and what additional targets?”

  “We aren’t certain, but the Iranians might be double-crossing the Chinese and nuking them also. Zeb saw a map of China, in Yemen, with GPS coordinates that would match a potential EMP attack.”

  “The attack on Russia is backed up by the gradual shift of China’s military to its northern borders. The bastards are going to attack Russia after the EMP blasts.”

  “Only they don’t know they will have their balls cut off at the same instant.”

  “How many more containers have already been produced?”

  “There is no way to tell at this time. We know of 10 containers that can launch one missile each. There could be 4-5 more, and they could be in a position to launch at any time.”

  “Thanks and get your teams out of there to safety. When we get permission to destroy them, it will be scorched earth.”

  “They are ready. Mori, shouldn’t you get your family to a safe location? Mine live in the USA.”

  “Davi, great minds think alike. I can’t say more.”

  “Cover your assets!”

  ••••

  “We have proof that 10 containers have been fitted with nuclear-tipped missiles that can travel 350 miles. It would only take 5-6 such EMP bombs to blast the USA and Western Europe back to the 1850s. There would be no electricity, planes, cars would not move, and people would starve. The question is what targets the other bombs are for?”

  “We must assume we are also targeted.”

  “One air blast would take out all non-shielded electronics and our grid.”

  “I must call the US President and warn the USA. Have any of our people tipped off the CIA or NSA about this development?”

  “No!”

  “Should we warn the Russians?”

  “Hell no!”

  ••••

  “But Mr. President, if we don’t strike now both of our countries could be destroyed.”

  “Mr. Prime Minister, do not do anything rash. I have the utmost assurance from the Iranian Supreme Leader, Said El Khamenei that there is no plot to attack the USA or any other western power.”

  “And you believe our mutual enemy and not your friend Israel.”

  “Mr. Prime Minister, I believe that your intelligence is wrong. Do not attack Iran or its assets or you will face the consequences.”

  “Mr. President, we have sent the data to the NSA and CIA, and they should concur with our assessment. Please listen to them, even if you don’t listen to us.”

  “So you went around my back.”

  The phone went dead.

  ••••

  “I must report I have failed to convince the US President about the impending attack. I feel we must warn Great Britain and Germany immediately. I don’t trust France or the rest of Europe with the intelligence.”

  “I will call my contacts in their intelligence groups while you call the Prime Minister of Great Britain and the President of Germany.”

  “Our intelligence suggests that we have 5-10 days before the attack. We must prepare our military and evacuate key people to a safe location. I fear that our enemies won’t settle for eliminating our grid. They will rain fire down on our country to kill us all. Plan to initiate Dragon Fire if we are attacked.”

  “Mori, I couldn’t convince that bitch Winton this is a serious threat. She must be sleeping with that fucking Muslim Supreme Leader to ignore this plot against the western world.”

  “I will implement Plan B when I receive word that Dragon Fire has been executed.”

  Zack’s Vacation West Coast, USA

  There was a sound in the room that I couldn’t identify, and the smell of stale perfume was in the air. I could hear the traffic out on the road and some woman yelling at the top of her voice, but I couldn’t understand what she was saying. My head was pounding, my mouth was dry, and I had to piss so bad, it hurt. My head hurt so bad I didn’t want to open my eyes. I tried to roll over and go back to sleep, but something heavy was on my arm. I opened one eye and peered at the thing weighing me down. It had red hair, and all I could see was the back of her head. “What the hell is she doing in my bed; I thought I gave up whoring around,” was all I could think.

  Now that I was awake, my arm was calling to me. It was saying it was dying and I felt like a thousand pins were attacking it. I gently tried to pull my arm out from under the lady, but it was stuck. I glanced over the back of her head and saw her face in the mirror. Well at least she wasn’t coyote ugly, and my arm could be saved. Now how could I get her off my arm without waking her?

  Shit, this is my room. I can’t sneak off in the night like a thief. Damn that face looks familiar. She was the desk clerk on second shift at the hotel where I was staying. I had promised myself that I wouldn’t bring strangers to my room ever again after being rolled a month ago. Alcohol must have been involved again. I’ve been drinking too much since the divorce and waking up with strange women way too often. I had gone from a devoted husband and doting father to a drunken whoremonger.

  She woke with a start. I pretended to be asleep as she slowly got out of bed.

  I heard her say, “Damn, I promised to never sleep with a customer again. I have to get my ass out of here without waking him. Damn, we must have been drunk because I don’t remember having sex.”

  She slipped her clothes on and said, “Goodbye Zack Johnson, whoever the hell you are. You can stop pretending to be asleep. I’m gone. What the fuck, stop by the desk tonight after I get off and I’ll meet you for drinks.”

  I continued to pretend I was asleep; she closed the door and was gone. I could breathe again. I rubbed my arm until it came back to life and ran to the bathroom. I peed for about an hour and then searched my travel bag for some aspirin, took two and made some of that hotel coffee. My head was still fuzzy, but I remembered I was on vacation and had driven a rented Ford Escape from Smyrna, Tennessee to Green Land, Oregon. It took a week since I stopped at all of the sights along the way. I was impressed with the geyser and Cody, Wyoming and saw a bunch of mountains, streams, and redwood trees once I got to northern Ca
lifornia.

  The hotel was a luxury since I was a backpacker from way back and wanted the best after long hikes. I hiked to the top of Mount Ashland, visited Table Rock, and wandered through the redwoods in California.

  I heard my cell phone playing “Brown Eyed Girl” and knew that my daughter was calling me. Where the hell was my phone? I searched the room and found it had fallen behind the desk. I hit recent calls and dialed her number.

  “Dad, why didn’t you answer my call and where are you?”

  “Callie, I’m in Oregon on vacation. Remember I tried to get your Mom to let you go, but she wouldn’t.”

  “I know Dad, and I really wanted to go with you. Mom wants to know if I can come down to Smyrna and stay with you for a month this summer. She and Todd want to travel.”

  “So I get to be your babysitter. You know I want you anytime she will let you come down. We’ll go hiking and backpacking.”

  “That would be great. Can we shoot your guns? Dad, I need a new bicycle. Mine’s a bit small for me; I’ve grown three inches since last summer.”

  “Your 16th birthday is a month off. Happy Birthday! I’ll drive up to Anderson, and perhaps we can drive over to Murphy to that fancy bike shop and find you a bike.”

  “Thanks, Dad. Have you been to Crater Lake yet? Send more pictures.”

  “I’m going there after lunch, and I’ll send them to you and post a bunch on Facebook.”

  “Dad, Mom wants to talk with you. Goodbye.”

  “Goodbye……….. Joan, what do you want?”

  “Look, Zack, don’t be a butthole. Can’t we be civilized? I want to make sure you are alright with Callie spending the summer with you.”

  “So you and Todd can have a honeymoon?”

  “You know that we are getting married. Married people do have honeymoons.”

  “They do, but you are taking our neighbor on your honeymoon. Has he even divorced Alice yet? You screw our neighbor, divorce me, and expect me to be civilized.”

  “Yes, get over it. Our marriage was stale, and you know it.”

  “So just like day old bread, you just toss it aside.”

  “Why do you care? I hear you are screwing every woman that you meet. I hope you get an STD.”

  “I probably got it from you and Todd.”

  “Oh, and before I forget, your best friend Mike and I will never speak to each other again after the stunt he pulled.”

  “What did your brother do to make me proud?”

  “He took a dump in Todd’s convertible. He is a moron.”

  “He’s your brother.”

  He cut off the call and pitched the phone on the bed. Time for a shower.

  I needed to call Mike and thank him for crapping in that bastard’s car. He also needs to check on my farm over east of Owensville, Ky. The farm belonged to my Great Uncle Arlo and Aunt Betty, and I spent many a summer roaming around the farm and surrounding area. That’s where I met Mike and Joan Norman. We were best friends, and I married Joan right after high school. My aunt and uncle didn’t have any kids, and my dad traveled a lot and took my mom with him when he could, so I got to stay with Uncle Arlo and Aunt Betty. The farm was 120 acres of farmland with a five-acre lake and about 30 acres of dense woods with a stream flowing through it year round. I loved the time I spent there.

  Uncle Arlo was a hunter, fisherman and a prepper. He’d been in the Army for 20 years and knew just about everything about survival. He spent the last 15 years of his life preparing for an apocalypse that never came. I’m damn glad he did because his work and the training that he gave me have saved my sorry ass several times over.

  The farm has an older ranch style home, a large barn and a pole barn that sits about 400 feet off Highway 143 east of Owensville. The metal pole barn has a large storm shelter built under the floor. Uncle Arlo always parked his 1954 Ford pickup over it to make sure it stayed hidden from visitors. He had stocked it with food, water, and weapons, just in case the Commies attacked, or the banking system crashed. The farm was pretty much self-sufficient. There were fruit trees, blackberry bushes, and a large garden on top of a hen house, a dozen pigs, and twenty head of cattle. There were solar panels on the house and pole barn that supplied electricity along with a windmill that pumped water from the lake to cool the house through a homemade cooling system he had built. The lake was about five acres and averaged 15 feet deep. He stocked it with catfish, bass, and bluegill. A large dock went 20 feet out into the water with a large covered deck on the side for entertaining.

  I spent a lot of time with Uncle Arlo learning everything from marksmanship to trapping and fishing. Those were the best years of my life.

  Aunt Betty died first, and then Uncle Arlo died the next year. He sold me the farm for a dollar the month before he died. I still have his old Ford truck, and it’s my EMP proof bug out vehicle. I have set the whole farm up as my bug out "go to" place. I go up there every chance I get, but it's only every three months, or so since I took the job below Nashville after the divorce.

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  Vigilante:

  The Pale Horse

  Book three of

  Apocalyptic Justice

  by

  Cliff Deane

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  Chapter 1

  Looking Back

  1 April Year aught one (01)

  Defiance, ROA,

  Sitting in his office, General Levins looked back on the past year with both nostalgia and a sense of accomplishment in the growth of the ROA. The new nation seemed to be secure, at least by current world standards. Nearly every day outlying areas sent legations to request admittance into the new Republic.

  Crimes, within the borders of the ROA, were nearly non-existent, and those that did occur were mostly all petty in nature and committed by teenagers coming of age. These youngsters were turned over to the families and were dealt with by dad.

  Inside the ROA frontier, which now stretched nearly one hundred miles from the center of Defiance life existed in safety, but beyond that border, another world existed; a world of anarchy, danger, and death to anyone not willing to fight for their right to exist in peace.

  Life inside the borders of the ROA was what one made of it. Success in business was readily available for anyone willing to put in the long hours and hard work to make their dream a going concern. Most people, however, just liked the simple life of working for wages and raising a family.

  The new Coin of the Realm, the Patriot Dollar had gone into distribution. This single move had greatly increased the wealth of the ROA. New businesses were springing up in every settlement.

  But for all the good things happening in the ROA, the number one for Levi was finding Katie. She was sometimes the bane of his existence, and always the daughterly love of his life.

  Levi saved her from three meth-heads who were about to do unspeakable things to this scrawny thirteen-year-old wildcat. Within hours they were bonded for life as father and daughter. Kate had an iron will; she was tenacious, tough, a true sniper, unyieldingly loyal to Levi, and had a bottomless well of love for her new dad.

  Now, a year had come and gone following the CME; diseases had run wild outside of the ROA, but the strict adherence to boiling water and proper sanitation had kept those diseases at bay throughout Defiance.

 
Levi’s agreed upon year was up, and he knew it was time to move on. He no longer felt the need for revenge. Sarah had been the prime mover in quelling his need to seek the path of vengeance. Four months ago Sarah had come to him for the last time, telling Levi that he must move on in his life and that she was very happy that he had lost his desire for vengeance, and now would seek justice. Levi wondered on many occasions if there was an iota of difference between the two.

  Sarah had kissed him in his dream and the time for goodbye had all too quickly come and gone. He shed his last tears for Sarah as she faded from his vision, but not from his soul.

  The idea of sitting in a rocking chair and playing checkers in retirement was not on Levi’s bucket list, at least not yet. He knew that there were people all across this land who needed help in ridding their communities of the criminal anarchy that now called the shots outside of the Republic of America.

  Levi, Gus, and the kids decided to take a 1975 Ford Ranger F-100, four wheel drive 3/4 ton pickup, along with Levi’s Jeep and see what lay outside of Defiance via the road less traveled.

  Ralph, Scott and the Sgt Major were furious and wanted to, at least attach a squad of trooper volunteers, of which there were many, to accompany Levi’s little band. The idea of them aimlessly wandering around the countryside, especially this close to D.C. seemed utterly crazy to them.