Tyranny in the Ashes

by William W. Johnstone

  When the man gave him a questioning look, Coop added, “You know you can’t let them go back alive after this.”

  The man nodded, a slow grin on his face. “The jungle is a very dangerous place. There are many big animals.”

  Coop grinned back. “We’ll take both of the jeeps and get rid of them a long way from here.”

  “Gracias, señor.”

  As Jersey and Coop climbed in the jeeps, one of the soldiers yelled, “Please, don’t leave us here with them!”

  Jersey glanced at Coop. “I always say, let the punishment fit the crime.”

  Coop nodded and picked up the handset to the radio in the jeep. He thumbed the microphone and said, “Hey, Perro Loco. This is the man you’re lookin’ for speakin’. If you want me, you’re gonna have to send better men than this, you stupid son of a bitch.”

  Jersey grinned as she climbed in the other jeep and started the motor. “Oh, that ought to get his attention.”

  “You think so?” Coop asked, starting his jeep. “I’ll race you to the river.”

  Jersey looked puzzled. “What river?”

  He shrugged. “This is a jungle, Jers, there’s always a river.”

  TWENTY

  When he was told of the loss of yet another patrol to the americanos and of the taunting message sent by one of them over the radio, Perro Loco flew into a rage.

  He called General Juan Dominguez, the head of his forces in Belize, into his office. “General,” he said, his eyes bright with anger, “why is it your troops are unable to capture two Americans who are lost in the jungle?”

  “But comandante,” Dominguez began.

  Perro Loco pulled a Colt .45 pistol from his belt and stuck it against the general’s forehead. “No excuses!” he screamed. “If your men continue to fail, I will be forced to accept your resignation, General, and I am quite sure your family will mourn your sudden death as well.”

  Sweat poured from the general’s forehead as he quickly nodded. “Sí, mi comandante. I will take personal charge of the search from now on.”

  Loco holstered his pistol and turned away, dismissing the man with a curt wave of his hand.

  Jim Strunk and Paco Valdez, sitting across the room, both breathed a sigh of relief. They knew Dominguez was a good soldier and were glad Loco hadn’t killed him.

  “Comandante,” Strunk said, holding up a sheaf of papers in his hand. “These Americans are capable fighters. I have here some journals and articles written by a newspaperman during Ben Raines’s campaign in Africa a couple of years ago. Some of the journals are said to have been written by Raines himself.”

  “Where did you get those?” Loco asked.

  “They were in the possession of the americano sent by President Osterman. An accompanying note from her says they are for you to read to learn how Raines thinks, how he plans his battles.” Strunk shrugged. “They might be useful.”

  Loco took the papers and set them on his desk. He walked to the corner bar and poured himself a drink, then lit a cigar and sat down to read. “I will see just how formidable an opponent this Ben Raines is,” he said, picking up the papers.

  “The first part there is a series of articles outlining how Raines and his Rebels came to power,” Strunk said. “It was written by a war correspondent for the United Press, Robert Barnes.”

  “As North America began to slowly pull itself out of the greatest economic and social collapse in world history, Ben Raines found himself to be the most hated man in all of America. That really didn’t come as any surprise to Ben, for right after the collapse, Ben had gathered together a small group called the Rebels—a mixture of political/militia/survivalist-oriented men and women—and told them, ‘We’re going to rebuild. Against all odds, we’re going to carve out our own nation. And we’re going to be hated for our success.’

  “As it turned out, hate was not nearly a strong enough word. Ben and his Rebels first went to the northwest and settled what would be forever known as the Tri-States, developing the Tri-States form of government. The philosophy was based on personal responsibility and common sense. It soon became a hated form of government for those living outside the Tri-States, for liberals and other left-wingers don’t want to be responsible for anything they do and they don’t appear to possess any common sense.

  “‘Of course, that isn’t entirely true,’ Ben once said in one of his rarely granted interviews with the press. ‘But that’s the way it seems to those of us who believe that government should stay out of the lives of its citizens as much as possible.’

  “In the Tri-States, if you got careless and stuck yourself in the face with the business end of a screwdriver, you didn’t sue the manufacturer of the screw driver for damages . . . You learned to be more careful in handling tools.

  “Common sense.

  “Ben Raines realized that not everyone could, or would, live under a system of law that leaned heavily on common sense and personal responsibility. From the outset he estimated, correctly, as it turned out, that no more than two or three out of every ten Americans could live under a Tri-States form of government. People who came to live in the old Tri-States did not expect something for nothing . . . and that was wise on their part, for they damn sure weren’t going to get something for nothing.

  “In the Tri-States, everybody who was able worked at something. No able-bodied person sat on their ass and expected free handouts from the taxpayers . . . That just wasn’t going to happen. You might not like the job that would be found for you, and it would be found very quickly, but you worked it, or you got out.

  “Criminals discovered almost immediately that in the Tri-States, they had very few rights. All the rights belonged to the law-abiding citizens. If a criminal got hurt during the commission of a crime, he or she could not sue for damages. If they got killed, their family could not sue for damages. And in the Tri-States, a lot of criminals got killed during the first years. The Tri-States was not a friendly place for criminals . . . and it didn’t take criminals long to discover that. The residents of the Tri-States didn’t have a problem with drugs; the penalty for selling hard drugs was death; when caught, and after a very brief trial, the criminals had a choice, hanging or firing squad. Consequently, very soon drug dealing in the Tri-States dropped off to zero.

  “Life was so good in the Tri-States, the central government, once it got back on its feet after only a few years, couldn’t stand it and moved against the Tri-Staters. It was a terrible battle, but in the end the old Tri-States, located in the northwest, was destroyed.

  “But Ben Raines and his dream lived, and Ben gathered together the survivors of the government assault, and declared war on the government . . . a dirty, nasty, hit-and-destroy-and-run type of guerrilla warfare.

  “Eventually, the entire United States collapsed inward and Ben and his Rebels, now hundreds and hundreds strong, were able to move into the South and set up a new government. This time it was called the SUSA: the Southern United States of America.

  “It was a struggle for a few years, and one time the SUSA was overrun by rabble from outside its borders. But the Rebels beat the attackers back and rebuilt their nation, larger and stronger and more self-sufficient than ever before.

  “The Rebels are now the largest and most powerful and feared fighting force in the free world, so much so that the Secretary General of the newly reorganized United Nations met with Ben Raines and made a bargain with him: You deal with a few trouble spots around the world, especially with Bruno Bottger and Ms band of Nazis, and we’ll recognize the SUSA as a free and sovereign nation.

  “The two men shook hands, sealing the deal, and Ben took his Rebels and sailed off to Africa. Ben and his Rebels were ready for the big push southward. The hundreds of replacement troops, all fresh from the SUSA and green as a gourd when they deplaned weeks back, were now combat-tested and hardened. In the weeks they had been in Africa, they had seen sights that toughened them mentally; they had learned what every experienced combat soldier learns: Y
ou shove the bloody, awful sights into a secret part of your brain and close and lock the door . . . and keep on doing your job.”

  * * *

  Loco glanced up from his reading. “I do not understand why Raines would take his army halfway around the world to fight a man who posed no threat to his country.”

  Strunk shrugged. “Raines is something of an idealist. He is always ready to fight what he thinks is evil, whether it benefits him or not.”

  Loco’s eyes narrowed. “Such men are dangerous. They do not always act in ways which are logical, and thus their moves are harder to predict, and to counter.”

  TWENTY-ONE

  Loco looked back down at the papers in his hand.

  “The next part is a combination of journals written by Raines and notes kept by the war correspondent who accompanied his Army on its move through Africa,” Strunk said.

  “Good. I want to see how Raines thinks in battle,” Loco said as he began to read . . .

  “Ben’s 501 Brigade was halted on the Cameroon/Gabon border, just north of Bata. The other brigades were stretched out across Africa, all the way over to Mogadishu, Somalia. They waited for Ben’s orders to move out.

  “Ike’s 502 Brigade was just to Ben’s east, on the Congo’s west border. Thermopolis’s 19 Batt, which kept up with everything going on, and not just concerning the Rebels, was in the center of the ten brigades. Pat O’Shea’s 510 Brigade was on the coast of the Indian Ocean, almost twenty-five hundred miles away from Ben. Doctor Lamar Chase, the Rebel Army’s Chief of Medicine, was traveling with Ben’s brigade. The brigades had traveled several hundred miles since reforming and so far had seen only limited action, most of it coming from gangs of thugs.

  “All that was about to change.

  “For the past week, Ben and the Rebels had made good time, considering the condition of the roads, in some cases, almost nonexistent. Ben and his 501 Brigade had traveled south through the western portion of Cameroon and found very little resistance. They had seen thousands of human skeletons, their deaths brought on by war, sickness, starvation, and Bruno Bottger’s deadly laboratory-concocted virus that he’d unleashed on the population.

  “But the animals had made a miraculous comeback. The Rebels saw dozens of prides of lions. They saw leopards and hyenas and wild dogs and what appeared to be thousands of different species of birds. Scouts reported all sorts of animals ahead of the main force.

  “‘Gorillas,’ Cooper, Ben’s driver, said. ‘I want to see some gorillas.’

  “‘Go look in the mirror,’ Jersey, Ben’s diminutive bodyguard, told him.

  “Beth, the statistician, looked up from the tattered travel guide she was reading and smiled at Ben, then returned to her reading.

  “Corrie, the radio tech, was busy yapping with somebody about something, her headset on, and didn’t hear the exchange. She probably wouldn’t have paid any attention to it anyway, for Jersey and Cooper had been hurling barbs at one another for years.

  “Anna, Ben’s adopted daughter, squatted in the shade of a large bush, sharpening one of her knives, which was already razor-sharp. The young woman, taken in by Ben during the Rebels’ European campaign, was in her late teens, and deadly. She had been orphaned while just a child—when the Great War swept the globe—and had fought for every scrap of food while growing up. Ben had seen something worthwhile in the dirty face of the waif, and taken her in to raise during her formative teenage years.

  “And that was Ben’s personal team. They had been together for a long time, through both good and bad times.

  “‘Bruno’s people have pulled back, Boss,’ Corrie announced, removing her headset. ‘All the way across Africa. They packed it up and headed south.’

  “‘They didn’t do it because they’re afraid of us,’ Ben said, rolling a cigarette. He looked at her. ‘Were they in a hurry when they hightailed it out of here?’

  “‘Didn’t seem to be. Scouts report they left nothing usable behind.’

  “Corrie paused for a moment. ‘Except a lot of dead people,’ she added.

  “‘Is anyone reporting any action at all?’ Ben asked. ‘Anywhere?’

  “‘Nothing, Boss.’

  “‘This will slow us down to a crawl,” Ben said. ‘I want every bridge, every mile of road, checked for mines. If the village or town is deserted, it’s probably filled with explosives. Do we have anybody left in South Africa . . . or what used to be called South Africa?’

  “‘Not any more,’ Beth told him. ‘The last batch of our people that we’d sent in about eighteen months ago just got out alive a few weeks ago.’

  “Ben nodded in understanding. He lit his hand-rolled cigarette and frowned, silent for a few heartbeats. ‘Bruno’s going to bug out,’ he finally said. ‘Bet on it. He’s going to buy some time by sacrificing his troops and then bug out through the southernmost ports, taking his top people and his best troops with him. That’s the only thing that makes any sense. He knows he’s finished here in Africa . . . He can see the end in sight. He’s anything but a stupid man. Arrogant as hell, but brilliant in his own right.’

  “‘Where in the hell’s he going to bug out to, Boss?’ Cooper asked.

  “‘My guess would be South America,’ Ben replied. ‘The last word we got was that there wasn’t a stable government in any country down there. Corrie, tell Mike Richards to send some people into South America. See what they can dig up.’

  “‘Will do.’

  “‘No point in pulling out until we’ve got a few miles of road cleared. Have the Scouts or any flybys found any usable railroad tracks?’

  “‘Negative, Boss. Bruno’s people destroyed miles of track and blew the railroad bridges.’

  “‘We can expect the same all the way down,’ Ben said. ‘And for the roads to get worse. We’re in for some slow going.’ Ben opened his map case and pulled out a map of Gabon, studying it for a moment.

  “‘We’ll avoid Libreville,’ he said. ‘We don’t need to use the port and all we’ll find is trouble there. Place is filled to overflowing with sick and dying people.’ Ben shook his head. ‘Doctor Chase and his people say there is nothing we can do for them. Nothing at all. Except let them die in peace,’ he added softly.

  “‘Bruno’s virus?’ Anna said, standing up and sheathing her long-bladed knife.

  “‘Not so much that,’ Ben replied. ‘But that is certainly a part of their trouble. Chase’s people say just name a disease, they’ve got it.’

  “‘When are the Israelis going to join us?’ Cooper asked.

  “‘They’re not,’ Ben said. ‘They’re fighting on three fronts. We just got word that a dozen or more Arab resistance groups formed up and began attacking. The Israelis have their hands full. I wished them good luck and told them we’d handle this. Corrie, radio everyone to stand down and relax. We’ll make this push south slow and careful.’

  “The Rebels pushed off two days later and advanced thirty miles. Then they waited for two more days before pushing off again, and again they advanced thirty miles. They met no resistance anywhere along the 2500-mile front, running east to west. Bruno Bottger’s troops had definitely bugged out to the south . . . how far south was still up for grabs.

  “‘But we’ve still got hundreds of gangs roaming around,’ Ben cautioned. ‘Ranging in size from twenty to a thousand.’

  “‘You think a small bunch of punks would attack us?’ Ben was asked by a young sergeant. The sergeant was fresh from the SUSA and his combat experience was sparse. ‘It would be suicide for a small gang to attack a full brigade.’

  “Ben’s XO, John Michaels, opened his mouth to tell the young sergeant to get back to his squad and don’t bother the CG with stupid questions.

  “Ben held up a hand. ‘I didn’t say they were smart gangs, Sergeant,’ Ben told him. ‘Although we don’t ever want to underestimate their intelligence . . . Many of them are very cunning. Just like criminals in every country in the world. If they would use that intelligence for something co
nstructive, they would be useful and productive, helping out their country and the people. But they never do that. They think they’re smarter than everyone else. If they hit us, and I think they probably will, very soon, they’ll come at us with ambushes and sneak attacks, hit and run. So, heads up, son.’

  “‘Yes, sir,’ the young sergeant said, and got the hell out of that area.

  “The hundreds and hundreds of men and women in the miles-long column mounted up and moved slowly on to the south.

  “‘Boring,’ Anna said, looking out the window of the big wagon as they proceeded on, at about fifteen miles per hour. The roads were in terrible shape. In many areas of the sprawling continent, roads were no more than a faint memory.

  “‘Scouts report the bridge is out about five miles ahead,’ Corrie said.

  “Ben lifted a map, studied it for a moment, and then cussed. ‘There are no highways at all to the west, and it would put us fifty miles out of the way to head east to the next crossing. And on these miserable excuses for roads, it would take us two or three days to travel that distance.’ He sighed. ‘Get the engineers up here, Corrie.’

  “‘Right, Boss. They’re on their way.’

  “‘It’ll take some time, General,’ the officer in command of this detachment of combat engineers told Ben. “The rest of the day and part of tomorrow, at least. That’s a hell of a section blown out.’

  “Ben nodded. ‘Fix it.’

  “‘Yes, sir.’ The combat engineer started yelling orders to his people.

  “Ben glanced at his watch, thirteen-hundred hours. The column had made lousy time since pulling out that morning. At this rate it would take them several months to reach the south part of the continent. And that would give Bruno more than ample time to throw up a front that would be tough to punch through.

  “Ben sighed and shook his head as he looked around him. The terrain would be perfect for an ambush. ‘Corrie, no one moves more than a few yards away from this cow path they call a road until the area has been checked out.’