But who?
Ben walked back to the tent and refilled his coffee mug, his thoughts many and very busy. He was viewing and rejecting ideas every split second, his brain working overtime. He walked to the communications vehicle and started the engine. He turned on the big radio and let it hum for a moment. Base Camp frequency was preset and the scrambler switch was in S position.
Ben called in to home base. No response. He tried again. Nothing. He went to the emergency frequency. Nothing. He tried once more. No reply.
“It’s gone down,” Ben muttered. “You bastards!”
He shook the radio operator awake. She came
awake instantly, eyes wide as she saw who was shaking her. “Move it,” Ben said tersely. “Something is very wrong. I’ve been trying to raise Base Camp. They don’t respond. You give it a shot or two.”
“Yes, sir.”
Dressing hurriedly, she ran to the communications vehicle. She worked frantically for fifteen minutes, meticulously checking out every possible problem. She finally shook her head.
“It’s all on the other end, sir. We’re OK here.”
“You’ve tried all frequencies?”
“Yes, sir. The last one I tried was the frequency to be used only in any life or death situation. If they didn’t respond to that…” She hesitated.
“Say it,” Ben told her.
“Sir … you know how our backup systems work; you designed them. There is no way for them to fail. The backups are on separate generators. Should the generators fail, the systems automatically switch to a battery bank. Nothing is fail-safe, sir, but this system conies the closest a human could possibly design.”
“Then they’ve been overrun at home base or the radio shack has been sabotaged. Is that the way you see it?”
“Yes, sir. That’s about the only two things that could have happened. I voice activated the alarm up there. No way anyone could have slept through all that. So that means the voice activation didn’t get through.”
James appeared quietly by the truck, Sergeant Greene and Captain Rayle with him. Ben met the eyes of each man.
“It’s begun at Base Camp, people. Roll the troops out. We’ve got to hunt a hole until we can figure out what’s happened and how to deal with it.”
“Where are we heading, General?” Rayle asked.
“Sumter National Forest. It’s only about twenty miles away. Let’s shake it, boys.”
BOOK TWO
They were going to look at war, the red animal- war, the blood-swollen god.
Stephen Crane
CHAPTER ONE
“You’ll never get away with this, Captain,” Colonel Gray warned the younger officer. “This is mutiny. And mutiny is punishable by death from firing squad. Be advised of that, sir.”
“You just keep your hands in the air, Colonel,” Willette said with a smile. The muzzle of his 9mm pistol did not waver. “And don’t get cute.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it, old man,” Dan replied. “But don’t strain your resources looking for my Scouts. They’re not in camp.”
“Does that include the traitor, Tina Raines?” an older man asked.
Unanswered and confusing questions leaped into Dan’s eyes. “Traitor? What in the world are you talking about, Walter?”
“Oh, don’t deny it, Colonel,” the man’s tone was filled with disgust. “What you people have done is disgraceful. Knowing General Raines is mentally ill and refusing to help him.”
Cecil was pushed into the room, a rifle at his back. He heard the last part of Walter’s statement. His eyes touched Dan Gray’s steely gaze. “Dan, what in the hell is going on?”
“I haven’t the foggiest, Cecil. These bloody fools
wakened me by shoving the muzzle of an M-16 in my face. Now they’re ranting and raving about Tina being a traitor and Ben having gone bonkers.” “What!” Cecil shouted the words. “I believe you all have taken leave of your senses. Now put down those weapons and get the hell out of here. And that, gentlemen, is an order.”
“Shut up, Colonel Jefferys,” Willette said. “You people are all under arrest for treason against General Raines.”
Cecil frosted the man with an icy look. “That, sir, that last bit, is a fucking lie.”
“Watch your mouth, traitor,” Captain Willette spat the words at him. “I could have you shot, you know.” He would have liked to call Cecil, “nigger” but he needed the support of the young blacks.
Lieutenant Carter shoved Juan Solis and Mark Terry into the room. “Ro and Wade and some of the kids got away,” he announced. “Along with that damned old coot, Doctor Chase. But the camp is secure and it is ours.”
“Good work, Sergeant,” Willette said. “Take these men and lock them up. Don’t take any chances with them. If they try to resist or escape, you have my orders to shoot them.”
Cecil said, “Willette, when Ben hears of this, your life expectancy will drop to zero.”
Willette laughed. “Still denying your part in this treason, Colonel? It won’t work. We know all about your part in this. When we locate Ben Raines, he shall be so advised as to your behavior.”
A young Rebel, a scared look on his face, blurted, “What in the hell is going on around here?”
“Coup,” Cecil said tightly. “Willette and his bunch acted faster than we thought they would.”
“Slick,” Dan said. “Very well thought out and very slick. But it’s going to backfire on you, gentlemen. Believe it.”
“Wrong,” Lieutenant Carter said. “This coup is on behalf of a very sick General Raines. And don’t try denying your part in working against the general.” That was directed toward Solis and Terry.
“What?” Mark screamed.
“You’re a fucking idiot!” Juan blurted.
“I thought you were my friend,” one of Juan’s troops said from the open doorway. “But I’ve seen the medical reports on General Raines-all of us have seen them.”
“What fucking medical reports?” Peggy Jones screamed. She was being held by two of Willette’s men. “What in the name of God is happening around here?”
“Get them out of here,” Willette said.
The room emptied. Cecil, Mark, Dan and Juan were taken to a detention building and locked in separate rooms, with a heavy guard placed around the building. Chances of escape were almost nil.
“You have Raines’ position pinpointed?” Willette tasked a radioman.
“Yes, sir. They’ve been trying to reach Base Camp since before dawn. The coordinates place them on the west side of this lake, right here.” He pointed.
“Clark Hill,” Willette said. “Get all troops up and rolling. They’ll meet with Silver’s bunch. Blow Ben Raines to hell.”
But blowing Ben Raines to hell had been tried
many times in the past. By better people than Willette had under his command.
Ben and his small contingent were moving within the hour. The column turned east on the junction of Highways 378 and 47 and rolled across the bridge into South Carolina a half hour later. At Bakers Creek, Ben halted the column and dismounted his people.
“What’s happened, General?” was the question or everyone’s mind and asked by a young Rebel.
“I still don’t know for certain,” Ben told the hundred-odd Rebels gathered around him. “But would imagine a coup or a coup attempt has gone down. And so far, I have to assume the attempt has been successful. If they-whomever they might behave taken over the entire communications operation, then they’ve got the camp firm as well.” He looked around him. “I want five volunteers to head northwest, find out exactly what has happened.”
The entire group raised their hands.
Ben laughed aloud. He felt better for that show of loyalty. He thought: These people are solid, behind me 110 percent. He pointed out five people.
“You five get outfitted as quickly as possible and shove off. For God’s sake, though, be careful. I’m not sure what we’re up against. Someone will be on the radio at al
l times, monitoring. Remember, I don’t want any of you risking your life needlessly. Get in and get out as quickly and as silently as you can. OK. Take off. And good luck.”
Standing by the pickup truck, Gale said to Susie,
“And all I wanted was a nice, safe, uneventful life. You believe this?”
The young Rebel, Susie, veteran of a hundred firefights and major battles since joining Ben Raines’ Rebels at age thirteen, smiled at Gale. “But would you trade what you now have for that?” she asked.
Gale smiled. “Hell, no!” she said quickly. “That is, for as long as I get to keep him.”
“You’re wisin’ up, Gale. No woman keeps General Raines for very long. Not since Salina.”*
“He loved her that much?”
“He liked her that much. Rumor is, the general’s not capable of loving-not anymore. Maybe he had a bad love affair long time back. I don’t know.”
“He stayed with her a long time, though, didn’t he?”
“Ten years, I think. He’s told you about the other women in his life?”
“Bits and pieces. I kid him about repopulating the earth single-handedly. But I don’t think Ben is a womanizer in the classic sense of the word. I think he’s just got so much on his mind and feels he has so little time in which to do it all, settling down in one spot just never enters his mind.”
“That’s a pretty good guess, Gale. I think that just about sums it all up.” She sighed. “We had the good life back in Tri-States. No crime, no unemployment, good medical programs and fine hospitals, fair and equitable working conditions, without unions. I mean, we had it all, Gale. But the central government just couldn’t take it. That goddamn no good President *Out of the Ashes
Hilton Logan. He hated General Raines. Despised him. I think part of it was because General Raines used to screw Logan’s wife, Fran.” She laughed. “I bet that really galled Logan. Well … Logan succeeded. He killed a dream come true by destroying Tri-States. Now General Raines is fighting to rebuild at least a part of it. But he’s tired. And who the hell can blame him for that?”
CHAPTER TWO
It was a clumsy circling attempt by those left behind. And those men of the Ninth Order left behind were not very good at their jobs. They were not woodsmen. They made too much noise in the brush, they were awkward, and they were amateurs, Ike concluded. And he waited patiently with his knife.
When the first pursuer got close, traveling by himself, Ike quietly took him out by cutting his throat. He left him propped up beside a tree, a large, grotesque, bloody smile under the man’s chin. The front of his field jacket was soaked with his own blood.
The man had a canvas pouch hanging by a strap. Ike opened the flap and smiled. Several meals of military rations. And no green eggs.
“Now we go on the offensive, Nina,” Ike said, returning to her side. “Now we’ll see how good you are with that rifle.”
She looked at him, questions in her eyes.
“Start killin’ the dogs.”
“With pleasure,” Nina said with a grin. She dropped to the prone position, thumbed the .270 off safety, and made herself comfortable.
Ike watched her handle the rifle. She handled the
weapon with the ease of an expert. Must be a story behind that, Ike thought. Have to ask her about it when we’re in a better position for chit-chat.
After the first man did not return, those of the Ninth Order remaining called in the dogs. Ike watched through binoculars as the men held a hurried conference, with several of the men pointing in Ike and Nina’s direction.
They called for the man. Only the silence of the deep woods greeted them.
Scared, Ike thought. Nina read his thoughts.
“They’re frightened, aren’t they, Ike?” she asked. “All of them frightened of just two people. That doesn’t say much for their courage.”
“Those types of people aren’t courageous, honey. They’re little people, mentally. They feel secure in a mob. Yeah, they’re scared shitless, I’m betting. I’m also betting they pulled their best people out. Why or for what reason … I don’t know. But I’m guessing it has something to do with Ben. I wish I knew what in the hell was goin’ on. Damn this bein’ in the dark.”
“Whatever you say, Ike,” Nina said. She pulled her attention back to the front. “Well, now, would you look at that.”
Ike watched her line up the stalking black form of a Doberman in the open iron sights of the .270. It will be an interesting shot, Ike thought. The slow-stalking Doberman was about 250 yards away.
She lost sight of the animal for a couple of seconds as it slipped behind a tree, then once more got it in gunsights as it reappeared. She took a deep breath and exhaled, slowly squeezing the trigger, allowing
the weapon to fire itself. The slug caught the dog perfectly, directly behind the right shoulder. The force of the bullet lifted the Doberman off his paws and dumped it, dead, some five feet away from impact.
“Damn good shootin’,” Ike muttered. And it was not a mechanical sentence of praise. It was damn good shooting.
A man appeared beside a thick tree trunk. Nina chambered another round, sighted in, and shot the man in the stomach. He fell to the ground, kicking and howling and clutching at his bloody stomach.
“That’s one of the bastards who felt me up,” Nina explained. “And he said some pretty disgusting things to me.”
“That he was goin’ to do to you?”
“Yes.” She chambered a fresh round.
“Remind me to always ask permission,” Ike said with a boyish grin.
He spun around as a snarling black shape came at the pair from out of the timber behind them. The dog’s mouth was open, saliva dripping from the fanged jaws. Nina fought back a scream just as Ike squeezed the trigger of the Remington 870 and the Doberman was dead before it hit the ground, its chest torn open by the rifled slugs from the shotgun.
A third Doberman came at the pair. Its flashing teeth were only inches from Nina’s face as she pulled the trigger. The .270 slug hit the Doberman in the left eye, exiting out the back of its slender head, blowing brains and blood with it.
Both heard the whistles and calls as the dogs were yelled back to their handlers.
Nina flipped sweat from her face with her fingertips. She breathed a sigh of relief. “I have a suggestion, Ike.”
“Oh?”
“Let’s get the hell out of here.”
“I think that’s a damn good idea, honey.”
Ben motioned for James Riverson to come to his side. “Our back trail covered, old friend?”
“Yes, sir,” James assured him. “If they’re any good at all, they’ll be able to see we camped at Clark Hill, on the Georgia side. But after that, it’s clean and cold all the way into South Carolina.”
“Very well. Good work, James.” He waved to Captain Rayle. “Captain, send a team into McCormick and check it out. Less than two thousand people there before the bombings. It’s probably a ghost town, but let’s be sure.”
“Right away, sir.”
Ben looked to James. “Send teams to check out all these other small towns in the forest. So far, we’ve seen no signs of life, but let’s be certain. I don’t like surprises. We’ll camp here at Bakers Creek for this night. No fires. Cold camp all the way around. Leave no sign of our being here. Guards out and stay alert.”
Ben looked to the northwest. Other Rebels followed his gaze.
“I wish I knew what the hell was going on up there,” Susie said.
CHAPTER THREE
“From this point on,” Willette said, “we must proceed very cautiously. As soon as General Raines is pinpointed, we’ll have our people take him. And I don’t want him to fall into Sister Voleta’s hands, either. That must not happen.”
“But Sister Voleta said …” a woman spoke, her face alarmed.
“Hell with Sister Voleta!” Willette snapped. “My plan is better, much more realistic. I want Ben Raines taken alive and kept alive. I have i
n my possession drugs that will destroy his mind. Drugs that will turn him into a babbling idiot.” He smiled. “And we can blame it all on McGowen and Jefferys and the others. We can rig evidence that will point directly to them.” Again, he smiled. “And to show our “love” for General Raines, we’ll store Raines in a big fine house with some of the older Rebels to look after him. We’ll lavish the simple-minded fool with gifts and all kinds of things. Our love and concern for him will be evident. And we’ll have evidence that will show McGowen and Jefferys and Gray and even Raines’ daughter, Tina, plotted to destroy him. The people will be so outraged, they’ll call for the death penalty for those responsible.” He laughed loudly,
then looked around him conspiratorially. “The plan is beautiful and perfect, people. You see, with Raines out of the way, we can then knock off Sister Voleta. Most of her followers will move right into line and join up with us.”
His people agreed with him, smiling and nodding their heads.
“Sounds good, Tom. But what about this guy Tony Silver?”
Willette shrugged, then spat on the ground contemptuously. “Hell, what about him? We’ve got him outgunned even now. Shit! Let the hoodlum have south Georgia. We’ll take everything to the north and still be sitting in the high catbird seat, and Tony and his soldiers will be a friendly buffer zone to the south. I can’t find any flaws in the plan, people.”
“How come Sister Voleta hates General Raines so much?”
Willette snarled his reply. “For much the same reason I do. And the son of a bitch doesn’t even remember us. Either of us. But he’ll remember me just before I destroy him. God, how I hate that bastard.”
CHAPTER FOUR
“Oh, you’ll pay, Ben Raines,” Voleta hissed the words like a snake’s warning before striking prey. “You will pay and pay and pay dearly this time, I promise you that.” She laughed, an evil barking of non-humor. “And you don’t even know why you’re staying.”
The woman’s hate-filled brain spun its memory banks, flinging her back in time. Back years, backward in time until she stood in a bookstore in Nashville, approaching Ben Raines at an autograph party for his latest book. Back when she was just barely twenty and trying to launch a career as a country singer, back before she learned her cunt was more valuable than her mouth-in some respects. She had flirted with Ben Raines, and he had responded while signing several of his books. They later had dinner together, and bed had followed. Ben had promised to call her before he left town, for another date. But he had never called. Writers being somewhat like wandering musicians in that respect.
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