by Glen Tate
299 Days: The 17th Irregulars
by
Glen Tate
Book Six in the ten book 299 Days series.
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299 Days: The 17th Irregulars
Copyright © 2013 by Glen Tate
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- To Stewart Rhodes, the real-life founder of Oath Keepers, who has inspired and organized the real Special Forces Ted, Rich Gentry, Dan Morgan - and Grant Matson.
From Chapter One to Chapter 299, this ten-book series follows Grant Matson and others as they navigate through a partial collapse of society. Set in Washington State, this series depicts the conflicting worlds of preppers, those who don't understand them, and those who fear and resent them.
The 17th Irregulars is the fifth book in the 299 Days series, where, in some ways, post-Collapse life at Pierce Point resembles the everyday normalcy that Grant and others still hoped would return. The community is organized and humming along smoothly, the young guys on the Team are partnering off with local "Team Chicks," and Grant's daughter has found a boyfriend. For most, the new reality has been accepted and a calm, self-sustaining groove is setting in.
For others, though, life is far from normal. Special Forces Ted returns with an offer that cannot be refused. In the blink of an eye, Grant Matson has another title he can add to father-of-the-year and prepper-in-chief: Lieutenant Grant Matson, Commander of the 17th Irregulars. Grant and the Team are whisked away to Marion Farm, where they will train civilians and be trained to become a special squad in a Special Forces guerrilla group. The slower, simple life at Pierce Point is about to disappear to make way for a community that is well-trained and battle-ready, posed to fight the Loyalist opposition. This cannot happen fast enough, though. Gangs are growing steadily and the government is becoming a bigger threat to freedom and the nation. Violence is turning into an everyday occurrence outside of Pierce Point and it is only a matter of time before the peaceful community will need to protect itself from external dangers. Grant feels the weight on his shoulders as he now needs to protect not just his family, but the entire community, and possibly, all of Washington State.
For more about this series, free chapters, and to be notified about future releases, please visit www.299days.com.
Books from the 299 Days series published to date:
Book One – 299 Days: The Preparation
Book Two – 299 Days: The Collapse
Book Three – 299 Days: The Community
Book Four – 299 Days: The Stronghold
Book Five – 299 Days: The Visitors
Book Six – 299 Days: The 17th Irregulars
About the Author:
Glen Tate has a front row seat to the corruption in government and writes the 299 Days series from his first-hand observations of why a collapse is coming and predictions on how it will unfold. Much like the main character in the series, Grant Matson, the author grew up in a rural and remote part of Washington State. He is now a forty-something resident of Olympia, Washington, and is a very active prepper. “Glen” keeps his real identity a secret so he won’t lose his job because, in his line of work, being a prepper and questioning the motives of the government is not appreciated.
Table of Contents
Chapter 168
“Hit ‘Em Hard”
Chapter 169
Pretty Good…Considering
Chapter 170
Grandma Did a Bad Thing
Chapter 171
Utility Treaty
Chapter 172
Born In This World as It All Falls Apart
Chapter 173
Kellie Is in Love
Chapter 174
Team Chicks
Chapter 175
Armed Serenity
Chapter 176
Walk-Ons
Chapter 177
The “Ted Project”
Chapter 178
Sandy and Walter
Chapter 179
Undecideds
Chapter 180
Dealt a Historic Hand of Responsibility
Chapter 181
“It’s ‘Go’ Time, Gentlemen”
Chapter 182
Local Control
Chapter 183
The Rental Team
Chapter 184
F$
Chapter 185
Commissioner Winters
Chapter 186
Co-Opting Pierce Point
Chapter 187
“What’s for Breakfast?”
Chapter 188
Deal Making from Behind Barbed Wire
Chapter 189
Snitch
Chapter 190
“Lima Down”
Chapter 191
Pierce Point Truth
Chapter 192
Banging at the Door
Chapter 193
Troop Discipline
Chapter 194
Same Ole’, Same Ole’
Chapter 195
Marion Farm Kicks Ass
Chapter 196
Shanghai
Chapter 197
Special Squad
Chapter 198
First Look at Marion Farm
Chapter 199
“Yes, Sir. With Pride.”
Chapter 200
The 17th Irregulars
Chapter 201
Quadra
Chapter 202
“Take it back! Take it back!”
Chapter 203
“The Unit”?
Chapter 204
A Good Gang
Chapter 205
This can’t go on much longer
Chapter 206
Greetings from the Think Farm
Chapter 207
Life in the Loyal Areas
Chapter 208
“Battle Stations!”
Chapter 209
Simplified…But More Complicated
Chapter 210
Handing Away the Keys
Chapter 211
Immigrations Report
Chapter 212
Your Country – the Real One – Needs Your Help
Chapter 213
Just Like Normal
Chapter 214
Pretty Squared Away
Chapter 215
Raid on Pierce Point
Chapter 168
“Hit ‘Em Hard”
(July 4)
The helicopter engine started up with its distinctive high-pitch whine. Slowly, the blades began turning, adding a second distinctive sound. There is no sound like that in the world, thought Tom Kirkland. He got excited every time he heard it. His blood pumped. He loved that sound, which made him feel fully alive when he heard it.
He’d heard that sound plenty of times. He was a Special Forces soldier in the First Special Forces Group at Ft. Lewis. Most of his fellow Green Berets joined the Patriots. Not Tom, though. He had a job to do and he was only able to do that job by not joining the Patriots. It was complicated, but it was just the way it was.
“We have a credible report of a teabagger position outside of Olympia,” Joe Brown, the military intelligence, or MI, officer told Tom. “It should be a cake walk. No anti-aircraft defenses, of course,” the MI officer said to Tom and rolled his eyes. “Just some dumb ass hillbillies. A cake walk.”
Tom nodded. He was in charge of the TOC, the Tactical Operations Center, at Camp Murray. It was a military base and seat of the legitimate government of Washington State. He managed the raids that went ou
t. He couldn’t go out on them because of his left hand, which was severely burned a few weeks before the Collapse and was put on medical leave from his unit.
Tom heard the sound of helicopters warming up several times a day at Camp Murray. Intelligence reports were now streaming in about so-called Patriot positions throughout Washington State. Well, western Washington State, Tom corrected himself, the half of the state with Seattle and most of the population.
The Patriots were becoming bolder – and effective, Tom had to admit. When the Collapse first happened in May, the Patriots weren’t much of a factor, and they especially weren’t a threat. May had been the month of chaos; neither side could organize much of anything.
In June, the mayhem of the situation calmed down quite a bit for civilians. They were getting fed under the hastily created FCard system. It seemed as if everyone – the government, the Patriots, and especially the population – was settling into a new and very different routine. Not that people were adapting easily, just that they were adapting.
Political killings became part of that new routine that developed in June. The assassinations started on the very first day of that month. It wasn’t full-scale military action; it was a string of assassinations with rifles, pistols, even knives, and an occasional small bomb. The number of assassinations was actually small – a dozen or so state legislators, some mid-level federal officials, and about a hundred local elected officials, like county commissioners and city mayors. Despite these seemingly small numbers, the assassinations still shocked everyone. Political killings were not something that had ever been part of the American landscape. It was both frightening and hard to wrap their heads around. In the beginning, the media ran huge stories on the first few assassinations, but as they continued and became more common, the media quit covering them. Why continue to scare the population and contribute to additional anxiety and chaos?
Tom got the daily briefings at the TOC during the month of June. Because of that, he knew that the Patriots were popping up everywhere and it was way beyond a law enforcement issue where individual assassins could be caught and the problem would stop. This was a much larger, and well organized, problem for the legitimate authorities.
Knowing a war was inevitable, both sides tried to organize militarily during the month of June. While a war might not have seemed inevitable to the general population, Tom and the Loyalist military planners knew what was coming. Their intelligence reports showed the formation of hundreds of small and large Patriot regular and irregular units. Most of the military had defected and now they were getting ready to finish off what was left of the old government.
During the wave of political killings, at Camp Murray there was a tremendous sense of urgency to plan a military solution to stop the Patriots because the assassinations really hit home for the officials there. Tom found that the military planning was very difficult. He was accustomed to having high-tech assets like aircraft, communications, satellite intelligence, the ability to listen in on cell phones and read emails, and an almost unlimited supply of special operations personnel to strike anywhere at any time. That was no longer the case. Almost all the high-tech gadgets Tom formerly had at his disposal were inoperable, needing parts and personnel that were no longer around.
By the beginning of July, the rudimentary military planning on both sides was done and the skirmishes started. They were small at first. Both sides were probing each other. The battles started getting bigger and more sophisticated. But they were still low-tech, basically small infantry units with light weapons and some explosives fighting it out.
The Patriots were doing this primarily with regular military units that had defected. While the exact figures were classified, Tom knew from chatter at the TOC that about eighty-five percent of the active duty military forces in Washington State were no longer reporting for duty. Of this figure, over half were AWOL. They just packed up and left. They weren’t getting paid after the government officially ran out of money on May Day. Before the checks stopped coming altogether, the preceding budget cuts meant that pay was delayed and there was absolutely no money for training or even fuel to get from one end of the base to the other. They were shut down, stuck in their barracks or, if they lived off-base, told to just not come to work.
Nearly half of the military who took off joined the Patriots. Whole units packed up, often with most of their unit’s weapons and gear, and just walked out. They left the heavy equipment behind because it took too much fuel to move it. And, besides, with how broken down things were, who really needed a tank? They required constant maintenance and complex parts that no one had.
Some of the AWOL military units formed gangs and went into business for themselves, but this was the exception. No one talked much about them; the legitimate authorities didn’t want to publicize that military units defected and the Patriots didn’t want to highlight that some of the defectors were basically criminal gangs.
Tom was not happy with the quality of his troops. The legitimate authorities had mostly support troops – cooks, administrative, and equipment technicians – and National Guardsmen hastily trained up into combat units. Pretty shitty ones, Tom had to admit; nothing like the active duty combat units in the past, but combat units nonetheless. They were mostly the people who did what they were told and stuck around base while everyone else was leaving. They weren’t really fighters; they were government employees doing their jobs.
In late June, the legitimate authorities flexed their muscles and used what remained of their operable helicopters and took out a few Patriot units. The Patriots hit back hard.
Today they were going to mount a big coordinated raid on the Tacoma TDF and freed several hundred political prisoners. The Patriots did this with some very good special operations soldiers, mostly Rangers from Ft. Lewis. They also brazenly drove civilian vehicles full of regular forces and irregulars right into the heart of Tacoma, slicing through the woefully weak roadblocks and quickly shooting up the pathetic Freedom Corps guards. They fought their way out of town after they got the prisoners into city buses they’d stolen. It was impressive. Tom knew which side had motivated troops and it wasn’t his.
“I got a load of contractors,” Tom said to Brown over the increasing noise of the helicopter. There were almost no elite troops who were still working for the legitimate authorities; most were on the Patriot side or contracting for private parties who needed security. So the legitimate authorities had to rely on contractors who were well paid and didn’t ask any questions.
“They’re ready to go out,” Tom said to Brown, having to shout now that the helicopter blades were turning faster. “Give me the coordinates and I’ll get it started.” The MI officer nodded and handed Tom a scrap of paper with some numbers on it. Tom walked it over to the communications officer in the TOC and wrote down the numbers for her.
“I’m supposed to have that,” she said, referring to the original scrap of paper.
“Archives,” Tom said. “I gotta archive this stuff. Didn’t you get that briefing?” She shook her head, assuming he was right; he was her boss, after all. She was trained to follow instructions without questioning them.
Tom walked out of the main room of the TOC and put the scrap of paper in his pocket. He turned around and almost bumped into his boss, Major Saunders.
“I heard the bird,” Maj. Saunders said with great excitement, like a child, “Is there an op?”
Tom hated Saunders. He was such a pencil pusher. He tried to be “tactic-cool” by using words like “op” when he had never even been on a real operation. Filling out forms – and political butt kissing – was all the action Saunders had ever seen.
“Yes, sir,” Tom said, “Some teabagger camp outside of Olympia. The boys are going out to take them down.”
“Hit ‘em hard,” Saunders said and punched his fist into the air.
“Yes, sir,” Tom said, wondering how he could stand to be in the same room as this idiot.
Suddenly the helicopter blad
es started to slow down. It was powering down.
“What’s that?” Saunders asked.
“I’ll find out,” Tom said. He knew exactly what it was. The same thing it always was.
Tom ran out to the helicopter as the helicopter crew chief was running in toward Tom.
“What’s wrong?” Tom yelled.
“Low hydraulic pressure in the main power unit,” he said, pissed. “I have no auxiliary unit. This is the second time this week this has happened. I need a new unit. Now. Or this thing won’t fly.” There were no more power units on base and it would be a joke to order them.
Tom turned and made a hand signal to the TOC signifying that the mission was being cancelled. He ran back to the TOC and saw the contractors.
“Aborted,” he said to them. They didn’t care. They had no desire to go on a mission. They got paid the same whether they went out on raids or sat on base. They walked away without saying a word.
Tom knew what was next. Saunders came up to him. “Well, it lifted off, didn’t it?” he said to Tom.
“Yes, sir,” Tom said, lying. Of course. Everything was bullshit here. Everything.
“Too bad we had to turn back,” Saunders said. Tom hated it when this desk jockey used the word “we” to refer to the men who actually fought.
“Yes, sir,” Tom said, and added, just for fun, “Too bad we couldn’t go out and hit them hard.” We. Ha.
“You’ll make a report,” Saunders said anxiously to Tom.
