Whiskey Black Book Set: The Complete Tyrant Series (Box Set 1)

by L. Douglas Hogan

  Belt stepped forward and gave Michael a firm handshake. “How do you do, Michael.”

  “I’m glad you guys are here, but I’m afraid we can’t feed you,” Michael said.

  “We’re not here for food,” John replied to Michael.

  John was being careful not to reveal anything to the strangers. He wasn’t sharing his intention to gather intelligence on the group and to learn of their transportation capabilities and weapons.

  “We’re just passing through,” John said to Michael. “We’ve been traveling all night and we’re exhausted and in desperate need of shelter and some sleep.”

  Michael was a thin bearded man in camouflage BDUs and black military-style boots. Both Belt and John knew the man wasn’t prior military just by his demeanor and handshake. The mere fact that he dressed like one did not hide the truth from the trained veterans.

  “Well then, I suppose we can spare a meal for each of you and give you shelter for the night. Won’t you come in?” Michael extended his arm toward the door he had walked from. Aaron and Gideon walked first, seeing they were the most comfortable and longtime friends with Michael.

  Upon entering the structure, it reminded John and Belt of a military bunker. There were lights on the walls and that grabbed the attention of both men.

  “How is it that you have electricity here?” John asked.

  “We have generators,” Michael said as he led them downward through the corridors.

  The underground walkways were constructed of galvanized culverts that were placed end to end, creating long walkways that led to other underground rooms. The rooms were constructed from large steel cargo shipping containers. This was what caused the mounds, which could be seen from the woods.

  Michael led them to a room that was full of boxes. He cut one open with his Ka-Bar and handed everybody in the party an MRE, meal ready to eat.

  On the way back, Michael began talking to the party. “About three years ago, we acquired the necessary items to build this place. It took a great deal of planning and prep to pull it together. We even have a Faraday room in case of an EMP attack. We’re not planning on getting caught off guard.”

  No sooner than Michael had said that, he was knocked unconscious by General James. He had hit him in the back of the head with his pistol.

  “What are you doing?” Aaron and Gideon yelled almost simultaneously.

  “I’m saving us,” John said to them. “This is not the world you’re used to anymore, boys. These people may be smart, but they’re not warriors. Spread out and find the weapons if you want to live.”

  Belt headed back to the food storage room and started figuring sustainability. Aaron walked in behind him and said, “You’re not going along with this, are you?”

  “This is for the greater good, Aaron.”

  “Greater good? Taking from others is for the greater good?”

  “Look, he said he wasn’t going to take care of us, except for a meal. We need more than that if we’re going to live out there on the run.”

  John had hog-tied Michael with Michael’s bootlaces and walked into the room where Aaron was trying to talk Belt out of taking food.

  “Is there a problem here?” John asked.

  “Only that you’re acting like a tyrant,” Aaron said.

  “A tyrant? I spared your father’s life and saved your mother’s.”

  “And now you’re taking without asking,” Aaron said.

  “Maybe so, but I’ve got to eat to live, and I must live if I’m to get to my destination and get this country working again.”

  Belt looked at John and wondered what his destination was. It was something that John had not shared with him. As far as Belt knew, they were heading to a safe zone long enough to wait out any search parties so that they could reunite with their families.

  “General,” Belt said, “Can I have a moment alone with you?”

  Aaron stepped out of the room.

  Belt turned to John and asked, “What do you mean by ‘destination’?”

  “I sent a Marine Corps regiment to South Dakota. They’re set up in the Black Hills and that’s where I’m heading. These people are weak. One-trick ponies that have done nothing for their countries, then horde resources to save themselves using the freedoms we’ve served to them on a golden platter. Now their world is gone and those very freedoms are being threatened. If I’m to be judged as a tyrant for doing what I must to preserve liberty for the masses, then let it be.”

  “Well, now we’re in a pickle. The towers are loaded with armed guards and we’ve got their leader. Did you think this through?” Belt asked John.

  “Actually, I would have talked to you and let you in on all this, but we haven’t had a moment alone.”

  “So what’s the plan?”

  “If you were a platoon commander and you sent two men to shake down a home and they never returned, what would you do?”

  “I see where you’re going. So the idea is we wait it out?”

  Joshwa reported back. “I found the guns and ammunition.”

  “Good job, Josh. Now we wait it out,” John said.

  CHAPTER XVIII

  Nathan snapped to, forgetting he was in a firefight against a small brigade of raiders. When Jess got shot in the back, his whole world slowed as he just looked into her eyes.

  Nathan laid Jess on her back and aimed in the direction of Jess’s attacker.

  “I’ve got her, boss,” Denny shouted as he was pulling medical gear from his pack.

  Nathan quickly looked over his shoulder to see everyone lying semi-prone in the woods when suddenly Warren let a shot ring out with his Savage AXIS .308 Win bolt-action rifle. He hit his mark, striking a man in the chest that was creeping through the woods. A volley of new shots rang out, along with the sound of people noisily running through the woods.

  “Find a target and engage,” Nathan said. He took another moment to look at Jess. “How is she?”

  Denny had her on her abdomen and had cut her shirt open from the back side with his karambit folding knife. “It’s a clean shot,” Denny said as he was patching her.

  Nathan was relieved for a moment until he heard screams and gunfire coming from the camp. The battle was now on two fronts. Nathan’s mind went from Jess to his sister, Katie, who was still in the camp, with her husband, Joe. “We’re going to need to wrap this up and get down there to our families,” Nathan said.

  When he stood up and took to the trees as cover, everybody followed his lead.

  Denny looked up at Nathan. “I’ll stay with her. You go finish this.”

  Nathan picked out a target and headshot the man that was lying prone shooting in their direction. He then advanced and took cover behind another tree.

  Ash was returning fire with an M&P S&W .223/5.56 that he had grabbed from a deceased attacker. His two dogs, Thor and Odin, were attacking assailants as well.

  Of what was left, about ten raiders took off on foot out of the woods and were running towards the vehicles.

  “No quarter,” Nathan yelled to the Posse. They stood up and started running towards the raiding party, who was now in full retreat. Gunfire rang out from the Posse as they were taking knees and using the trees to stabilize their aim. One by one, the raiders were falling. Two of them made it to a deuce and a half and were trying to take cover, but there was none. They just stood on the back side of the truck and dropped their weapons and stepped away from the truck. Warren and Ash, along with his two dogs, had them surrounded.

  Back in the woods, Jess asked, “Am I going to live, Denny?”

  “Unfortunately,” Denny quipped.

  Jess smiled and said, “I can’t move my left arm.”

  “The bullet just missed your shoulder blade. You’ll be useless for a few days until your muscles can recover.” Hearing gunshots from the camp, Denny told her, “You should be able to walk, though.” He helped her to her feet and put her M4 in her right hand. “I’ve got to get out there and do some shooting,” he sai
d.

  Denny took off towards the camp. Jess started heading in the direction of the raiding party’s vehicles, where Ash and Warren had two prisoners on their knees. The rest of the Posse had headed towards the camp to repel what was left of the raiders.

  Warren, looking over his left shoulder, saw Jess walking out of the woods, with a field dressing and a sling on her left arm.

  “Man, am I glad to see you’re okay,” Warren said.

  Ash was at the other end of the truck and saw Jess swing around from Warren’s left. She never said a word. She just walked up to Warren and handed him her rifle. She reached into her waistband and pulled out her .45 Governor and shot each of them in the head. She put her pistol back in her waistband, took her M4 from Warren, said, “No quarter,” and headed toward camp.

  Jess strolled into the camp, hearing gunshots and screams as she went. People were scurrying about and she was having a hard time determining friend from foe. She was regretting the idea they had earlier about splitting the camp in two for the census. Had one person completed the whole census, that person would know every face. Now wasn’t the time to consider a new way. She decided to put that on the back burner for now.

  As Jess was taking cover and looking around corners of homes, there was an occasional ricochet. Some people were covered behind trees and others behind vehicles. Jess saw guns pointing from windows but was unsure which of them were friendly.

  Warren and Ash caught up with Jess and were tactically lined up behind her against a house.

  “So what’s the plan?” Warren asked.

  “I say we clear this place, house by house,” Ash suggested as he petted Thor and roughed Odin under his jaw.

  “And then you get shot at the first house you enter. Then what?” Jess said. “We need code words for these types of situations,” she suggested.

  Warren, who was third in line behind Jess, said, “This town is under siege and we don’t know who’s who.”

  “Yeah, not good,” Ash said.

  “Okay, here’s what we’re going to do” Jess began instructing. “I have to find Denny; between the two of us, we know every registered member of the camp and will be able to ID friendlies.”

  “Okay, let’s do it,” Ash replied.

  The trio began moving from cover to cover, attempting to locate Denny.

  Warren was scanning the town through the Bushnell 3-9x40mm scope that was attached to his Savage .308 AXIS. “There’s Denny,” he said excitedly.

  “Where at?” Jess asked.

  “Hang on, he’s in a knife fight with some dude.”

  “Can you get a shot off?” Ash asked.

  “Not really, they’re moving around too much,” Warren answered.

  Denny had his 599 Fox karambit knife and was parrying with an outsider that was wielding a Ka-Bar. The stranger, having the reach advantage, wasn’t prepared to face off with Denny, who had training and experience with his blade.

  The stranger lunged at Denny in a forward and awkward stabbing motion. Denny was able to sidestep the attacker, answering the man’s attack with his karambit, severing the man’s tendons on the inside of the elbow. The stranger, now unable to bend his arm, was dropped by one last deadly slash from Denny’s knife.

  Denny walked a few feet away and picked up his rifle and took cover behind a tree.

  “We need to get over to him before he disappears on us,” Jess said.

  The three of them ran from cover to cover until Denny took notice of their movement and ran towards them. “Where were you guys a minute ago?” Denny asked.

  “We had you covered, bro,” Warren said.

  “Yeah, thanks for the intervention,” Denny bantered. “What’s the plan?” he asked as he looked toward Jess.

  “I was thinking that between the two of us, we can ID everybody in the camp. It’s the only thing I can think of to rid the town of raiders,” Jess said.

  “Let’s do it,” Denny answered.

  Nathan wasn’t faring so well. He had entered his sister’s home to find her being assaulted by a stranger in the kitchen. Katie lived in a trailer and the quarters were tight.

  When Nathan had entered the home, he saw the man on top of Katie, and Nathan ran to her aid. He butt-stroked the man in the back of the head but failed to subdue him. The man, knowing he was now under attack, fell forward and grabbed the handle of a kitchen drawer. He slung the drawer out of its housing and hit Nathan in the forearm as he parried the attack. In turn, Nathan charged the man, not having enough time to pull his rifle up to get a round off.

  The two men ended up on the floor with silverware spread out all over the kitchen area. Nathan was on top of the man’s chest, attempting to choke him with both hands. The stranger, feeling around on the floor with a free hand, grabbed a fork and began stabbing Nathan in the arms. Nathan released the man and quickly stood up to avoid being stabbed in a fatal area, but the stranger kicked Nathan’s feet out from underneath him, causing Nathan to fall.

  The stranger, now on his feet, kicked Nathan in the face and picked Nathan’s rifle up and pointed it at Nathan. The man jerked as a shot rang out. Nathan flinched and grabbed his chest where the gun had been pointing, only it wasn’t Nathan who had been shot. Katie had taken advantage of being temporarily off the radar, so to speak, and grabbed her Remington 597 LR .22 and shot the man in the heart. He gripped his chest and turned towards Katie and took one final step toward her before he fell and breathed his last breath.

  Katie put the rifle down and ran to Nathan’s arms and embraced him. He picked her up and spun her in a five hundred and forty degree circle, putting her down with her back to the front door that Nathan had left open. Nathan, reaching down to grab his rifle, was met with another intruder entering the home. This time the intruder had the upper hand by having his rifle at the ready. Looking down, the stranger saw his brother lying dead on the kitchen floor.

  “Kevin?” the man yelled out, but his call went unanswered.

  “Kevin!” another call rang out, but again went unanswered.

  “What have you done?” the man cried out.

  Nathan pulled his rifle up to shoot the man and two shots rang out. Nathan’s bullet found its target, but the stranger had pulled his trigger too, sending a .223-caliber round into Katie’s stomach. Nathan saw what had happened and continued launching rounds from his AR-15 into the stranger. When his magazine was empty and his bolt would no longer chamber another round, he threw down his rifle and caught his sister in his arms.

  Katie was coughing up blood and wincing in pain.

  “I got you,” Nathan reassured her. “DENNY!” Nathan cried out, hoping Denny could hear his calls through the other screams and gunfire in the camp. His calls went unheard and Katie died in his arms as he wept over her limp body.

  Murphysboro, Illinois

  The southwest side of Murphy had a tightly wound system of rules. Nobody was allowed outside after 10:00 p.m., except for those appointed to “firewatch.” Firewatch was what Cade called the guard duty assignments.

  Cade was the leader of the Southside Raiders and was a native resident of Murphysboro. He was an infantryman from the Army and was active duty in Iran, for the jihadist wars, when the Flip went down.

  He was recalled back to the States and, like many others, went AWOL when it was realized what was happening.

  Cade was expecting trouble from the time Scott infiltrated the SIHG and brought Jessica to Murphy. He thought it would be expedient for him to preemptively strike them before they hit his camp. Cade’s area of operation consisted of the downtown area of Murphysboro. His only interest was the forty blocks west of Route 5 and south of Route 149. It was a large area, and Cade kept it under his thumb. He knew that if he showed any weakness, he too could become a casualty.

  Cade considered himself a patriot, but those around him saw something else: a monster. He was brutal in his dealings with outsiders and government entities. After spending two tours of duty in the jihadist wars, he had lost his h
umanity. He was callous and only understood violence. It was “the language of the strong,” he would often say.

  Cade had nothing to do with the kidnapping of Jess. He promoted free travel and encouraged his raiders to go out often to round up resources. Cade saw the national crisis as one of survival of the fittest. He knew that only the strong would survive the coming trials, and he felt he was the man to lead his people into the future of what was left of America. Nobody came through his area without his say, and nobody took from his area of supervision.

  Cade knew that when Scott had brought Jess to Murphy, Scott had written a check that he could not cash. It wasn’t so much the fact that Jess escaped as it was that she had killed Scott in the process and stolen an M4 that belonged to Southside Raiders. The fact that Scott had first stolen weapons from the SIHG didn’t matter to Cade. He wanted blood for blood.

  “Cade, the band’s been gone longer than expected,” Thomas said.

  Thomas was Cade’s liaison of logistics. He was especially brutal. He used any tactic necessary to win resources and Cade’s approval. Thomas had spent most of his life in juvenile corrections and was unable to adapt to social norms. He found the new situation refreshing because it gave him a chance at fitting in.

  “Have you sent any scouts to check on them?” Cade asked.

  “No.”

  Cade just stared at Thomas and waited for him to catch on.

  “I’m on it,” he finally replied.

  Cade’s best friend’s name was Mark, and he was always within shouting distance.

  “Mark,” Cade shouted.

  “Right here,” Mark replied.

  “Tell me again how Scott died.”

  “He was stabbed to death with a pen.”

  Cade scratched his chin, like he usually did when he was getting worked up. “He was overpowered by a girl that was tied up in his basement, and stabbed to death with a pen?”

  “Correct,” Mark replied.

  “If a girl from that town can do that, what do you think the men would be capable of?” he asked.