We stood there and watched as the agents ran down the road with a crowd of people chasing them. A few minutes later we heard gun fire, a lot of gun fire. I don’t think the Feds ran fast enough to get away.
I said to Willis, “I guess they didn’t play nice with the Feds.”
Kang laughed and replied, “The stinking Feds got what they deserved. They were going to arrest you Jack.”
“I wasn’t worried about it.”
“Oh and why not?”
“I wasn’t worried because I am under the protection of the United States Army Rangers, the best fighting force in the world.
“You know what we should do … we should come back to Ellenton sometime and help these people set up a proper security defense. Organize them into a real fighting force for their own good.”
Kang replied, “That’s a good idea count me in but right now I just want to get back to the Fort.”
“When we get back the drinks are on me.” Everyone laughed because drinks are always free on Tocabaga.
“Wait a minute I got a brain storm! Let’s go ask some people at Ellenton if they have a tractor for sale or know where one is.”
Maggie replied, “Good idea Jack, let’s go.”
Willis, Maggie, Amy, Tommy, and I went to the mall, while the others remained guarding the trucks. There were several hundred people milling around there. People had taken over the shops and stores and made them their homes.
As we walked around most people stayed away from us. After asking a few dozen people if anyone had a tractor for sale, one man told me go see Farmer John and pointed to an old man wearing shabby clothes sitting in a corner by himself, so I walked up to him.
His face was weather beaten, his eyes were gray and had dark circles under them, and he had on a straw hat with torn old blue jeans. I thought this guy was a farmer. He sat there watching us walk up to him and he had a concerned look on his face.
I said, “Hello my name is Jack Gunn and we are from Tocabaga. We’re here looking to buy a tractor, do you know anyone who has a tractor for sale or where we can find one?”
The old man who looked hungry held out his hand and said, “Yep, I know where one is but it will cost you hundred bucks.”
I laughed a little and reached in my pocket and pulled out the hundred saying, “Here’s the hundred my friend. Where’s the tractor?”
He answered, “It’s at my farm down the street. You got a car I’ll take you there.”
I thought we could trust this old guy he looks harmless so I told Amy to bring up a truck. We all got into the truck and drove to his little farm was just down the road off a side street about one mile away.
Arriving there I asked him, “What are you doing at the Mall when you have this nice little house and farm?”
He proceeded to tell me a sad story … his wife passed away, and then his two boys were killed. He ran out of money and couldn’t pay his taxes so the government took his farm. A gang came to his house beat him up and made him leave. He hadn’t been back to his house in almost a year.
He’s too old to farm now so he sits at the mall begging for money or food, because it’s safer there being around other people.
The Poor old man worked his whole life and now has nothing and no one to help him. I thought he’s coming with us to Tocabaga. We can put him up and he can probably teach Maggie a thing or two about farming.
He opened the barn door and Maggie said, “This is a great tractor. Mr. … what’s your name?
“My name is Mr. Johnson, but most people call me Farmer John.”
Maggie looking around in the barn found everything we needed and told Farmer John, “We will buy everything the trailer, tiller, plow, loader, and mower. How does $50,000 sound?”
Farmer John answered quickly, “It’s a deal.” He shook hands with Maggie.
I butted in, “Mr. Johnson we live on Tocabaga, you know where old Fort Desoto is, right over the Skyway. We are now part of an Army Ranger base and we could sure use your help. If you agree to come with us we will give you a free place to live, free food and security for the rest of your life.”
“I was in the Army a long time ago but what do you want from an old fart like me?”
“We only ask you to teach us about farming and help Maggie run our farm.”
The old man bent his head down and I heard him whisper, “Thank you God for sending these people to me.”
Farmer John looked at me; he looked at all of us with a tear in his eye and said, “I got nothing left here … so when do we leave?”
I said, “We’re leaving as soon as the trailer is hooked up.”
Tommy and Willis had just finished hooking up the trailer to the F 350 and a car pulled in the driveway and sped toward us at the barn, slamming on the brakes two guys jumped out and yelled, “Hey what the hell you doing? This is our property!”
Willis and Tommy pulled their guns out of the truck and I put my hand on the Glock. Both men had side arms visible. One man had black hair and was medium built and the other had a bald head and was slightly bigger, around six feet tall. They looked to be about thirty years old.
Farmer John said, “This is the gang that beat me up and took my house.”
I quickly drew my Glock, pointing it at them, and told them, “Ok boys carefully take out your guns, throw them over here at my feet and raise your hands.” They complied with my order.
Willis and Tommy had them covered as I walked over to them and said, “So you tough guys beat up an old man and took his house … well … that don’t sound tough to me. Let me tell you something I hate bullies and every time I meet one I beat the shit out of them or kill’em.”
The jerk with black hair standing there with his hands in the air spoke up, “I didn’t beat him up. I would never hit an old man. Don here is the one who beat up the old man.”
“Mr. Johnson is that correct?”
“Yes that bald headed fellow beat me up.”
“Since I am such a good guy we are going to let you off easy this time. Don come over here and bend over.”
As he bent over I hit him in the head with the barrel of my gun just hard enough to knock him to his knees. He shouted out in pain, “You’re crazy.”
I grabbed him by the right ear so he couldn’t move, pulled out my Cold Steel fighting knife, and cut off his ear in one easy slice. It was like cutting soft butter and he screamed as blood ran all over his face.
I kicked him hard in the face knocking him down and told him, “Now every time you look in the mirror remember what you did to this old man, and never ever forget that Jack Gunn cut your fucking ear off.”
Holding his ear I yelled into it, “Do you understand?”
The stupid shit shook his head yes, so I told him, “Open your mouth shit head!”
I gave him his bloody ear back by cramming it into his mouth.
Looking in his eyes I warned him, “I’ll give you one day to get out of this house and out of Ellenton area. We’ll be back here tomorrow and if you’re still here we’ll kill you on the spot. You got that shit head?”
Once again he shook his head yes which made me feel good.
I told everyone, “Ok we’re done here let’s go home and get that drink.” We picked up their guns and drove away with our tractor, after we shot out all the tires on their car.
Coming to Route 75 we stopped to tell the Sheriff Deputies about the Feds at the Mall. They told us the Feds were always coming around but they were under orders not to interfere with them. The Deputies liked the fact that we took the Feds wheels. We didn’t tell them that the people at Ellenton might have killed the Feds.
I told them my plan to come back to Ellenton and help these people learn how to protect themselves. The Deputies supported that idea and wanted to help in any way possible. Deputy Johnson gave me is cell phone number and told me to call him when a date is set.
We made it back to Tocabaga without any more problems. It goes to show you anything can happen out there it is
a crazy nasty world. Everyone was surprised that we came back with four new trucks donated by the government and a great tractor.
Amy and Maggie found an empty condo and got Mr. Johnson settled and then showed him around Camp Tocabaga. He was now looking happy and he couldn’t wait to start work on the farm. Mr. Johnson now had something to live for, being a farmer again. We paid him his $50,000 but he refused to take it, and told us to save it for him.
I was at home and happy to be there writing these chronicles when it occurred to me that the Fed trucks probably have a GPS locator system and they could trace those vehicles to Tocabaga. I will have to ask Willis if someone can discount them however it maybe to late as they were most likely tracking us all along. That means we may have another run in with the Feds.
They will probably try to say we killed the FBI and ATF agents since we took their trucks. Then I thought if someone goes to the pig farm and sees the bloody mess there we could be in more trouble.
It never ends, you try to do something good and shit happens.
That’s all for now, may God Bless America.
Jack Gunn, [email protected]
DRAMATIS PERSONAE
TOCABAGA 3
WARM BLOOD – COLD STEEL
Amy – Daughter of Jack Gunn, a Nurse and sharp shooter
Chris – Handy man and Tocabaga security agent
Colonel Turner – Commanding Officer of the Army Rangers based at Fort Desoto
Captain Sessions – Combat officer, commands and controls combat operations in the field
Captain Clark – Chopper pilot
Captain Riley – Lady tank commander, girl friend of Captain Sessions
Eddy – Good Friend of Jack Gunn, brews beer and grows pot and is on the security team
Hemmi – Wife of Jack Gunn.
Johnny Evans - Little boy who found Captain Sessions
Jimmy Evans – Brother to Jimmy
Joan - Wife of Ron Gunn, a Nurse.
Jim Bo – Husband to Amy and Son-in Law of Jack.
Kendra – Granddaughter of Jack Gunn, Daughter of Tommy Gunn
Kane – Tocabaga trouble maker
Maggie – Wife of Robbie, who is in charge of the farming
Master Sergeant Kang – Army Ranger
Mr. Johnson or Famer John – Old time Farmer
Mr. Horn – Pig farmer and dirt bag
Robbie – Best friend of Jack Gunn, a Tocabaga security guard killed by the FPF on April 27, 2025
Ron - Brother of Jack Gunn retired Navy Veteran.
Rick – President of Tocabaga association, security team member
Rahim – A Muslim friend who moved to Tocabaga, with his family
Sergeant Major Willis – Ranger squad leader and security guard for Jack
Sergeant Cain – the Drone Master
Sergeant Smith - Army Ranger assigned as security guard for Jack
Shanda – Little girl, daughter of big Jim a bad guy, killed by Jack
Tommy Gunn – Son of Jack Gunn and a retired Marine Scout Sniper.
Tonya – Wife of Tommy Gunn
Tony – Bar keeper and sharp shooter for Tocabaga security.
BOOK #4
THE TALOS WARRIORS
JUNE 18, 2025
It is the year 2025 and major improvements in warfare have been developed over the years. During the Afghanistan War the military starting using drones to spy and kill targets from 10,000 feet in the air. If a drone can be produced to kill the enemy then it is possible to make a walking robot, or so called android. The idea of an android started with Greek mythology when the king of all gods Zeus, ordered a giant man be made of bronze.
A giant bronze android named “TALOS” was made by a god named Hephaestus following the orders of Zeus. In Greek legend Hephaestus was the son of Zeus and Hera the queen of all gods. Hephaestus was the smiting god and blacksmith for all the gods. He made all the incredible weapons used by the gods such as, the winged helmet and sandals used by Hermes, Achilles armor, and Eros’ bow and arrows, to name a few of the more famous items. One could say that Hephaestus was the father of robots.
According to Greek mythology TALOS protected a woman named Europa in Crete from pirates and invaders. Europa was a Phoenician woman of extreme beauty and Zeus was in love with her. TALOS would circle the island of Crete three times a day and throw large boulders at ships that approached the island thereby keeping any invaders at bay.
Secretly the Federal government working with the NSA (National Security Agency) has developed a new and even more dangerous combat weapon. Now there is an Army of Droids called RCCDs’ operated like drones by a controller or droid master sitting in a room far away from the dangers of battle field. In fact they are walking robots that have no brain, no sense of right and wrong, only that of its master controlling this monster.
Rumor is these RCCD (Remote Controlled Combat Droids) machines can see in all directions in daylight or darkness using radar and thermal imaging. These android soldiers along with flying drones could be a formidable force even for the Army Rangers. They are big standing 8 feet tall at about 1000 pounds. They can carry all most any type of weapon. They do not need to eat or sleep. They are dangerous, very dangerous and offer only death to those who oppose them as they have no heart.
We call these androids “THE HEPHAESTUS ARMY” or “BOTs” for short. We know some day they will come for us. We are getting ready for the battle.
I am Director of Security for Tocabaga Island. I live here along with 556 other Patriots, we are fighting to keep our freedom, keep our homes, and keep our families safe from the evil forces gone wild. Tocabaga is a sanctuary or safe haven, if you believe in the Constitution, the Bill of Rights, and are of good moral character you are welcome here. I do not reveal the full names of the people living here in case the Feds happen to come upon these chronicles. Read my story and tell others what has happened here. Pass it on; it may save your life.
We are waiting for you to contact us by email to find out where Tocabaga is located. Sending us an email is your first step to Freedom. There is an email address hidden in these chronicles. Tocabaga is a real location. I will reply.
My name is Jack Gunn, a.k.a. “Tocabaga Jack” and these are my chronicles.
JUNE 19, 2025
It was early when Colonel Turner phoned me, “Jack I wanted to tell you that my Rangers have been pulled from Fort Desoto and we are being deployed to Atlanta. That area is a hot spot for al-Qaida and drug gangs. We’ll be leaving today in a few hours.”
My jaw dropped when he told me this and I was speechless, but managed to ask, “Will any men still be based here?”
“Yes don’t worry I am leaving Captain Sessions in command here with fifty men. The two Bradleys and Iron Maiden will also stay here for security. Ten of the Rangers staying here will have the new TALOS battle suits. Using these suits one solider is equal to ten men in combat. Ten TALOS Warriors provide you with an equivalent of a hundred man Army.”
“You mean the TALOS suits aren’t a myth and are in use now?”
“Special Operations has been using them for the last year. There were some problems in the beginning but now these TALOS battle suits will enable us to overpower the Federal Police Force with little loss of life to our operators and soldiers. The suits are being mass produced at a secret location.
“If you want to know more talk to Captain Sessions he is back on active duty as of today.”
“Ok Colonel thank you for everything and everyone here will miss your Rangers. You are part of our family now and forever.”
“Thank you Jack, I’ll be in touch. Stay safe.”
“Colonel Turner, stay safe. Please keep me informed using my secure Army gmail account … tocabaga.jack.”
Later that day the Rangers were leaving, some were flying out but most left by truck. We walked out to the road and watched the truck convoy rumble past us. We waved goodbye and yelled, “Rangers Lead the Way.”
An idea came to life
in modern days as a comic book and movie called Iron Man. A man invents a suit of armor and becomes indestructible. In 2011 the Army started a program called TALOS. The Army now has the exoskeleton TALOS combat units that are used from time to time for extremely dangerous missions. These TALOS units have developed into fully armored protective suits that a soldier steps into and becomes Iron man. The only difference is the soldier cannot fly.
Using the most recent model a soldier can run at 20 miles per hour all day. They can carry heavy items like big 50 caliber machine guns and 500 rounds of ammunition at the same time. Imagine a TALOS suit with two SAW machine guns, one mounted on each arm. They pin point the target and fire by eye movement and brain waves. The most important advantage is one can walk threw a hail of bullets and not even get a scratch.
A new type of reactive armor has been developed that is more or less painted on top of light weight thin titanium alloy and beryllium metal all covered with sheets of Kevlar 10 embedded with a Boron/Silicon Carbide ceramic. The paint is a kind of plastic foam that absorbs energy and behaves like reactive armor. When it is impacted by a high kinetic energy it explodes in an outward direction.
Boron/Silicon Carbide ceramic is one of the hardest materials known to man. It has been used to make ballistic armor plates since 1986. Typically it is used in bulletproof vests as well as tank armor. Upon hitting the ceramic a bullet will shatter into pieces.
Titanium is recognized for its high strength-to-weight ratio. It is a strong metal with low density. It has a relatively high melting point (more than 3,000 °F). It is non magnetic and has low electrical and thermal conductivity. Some titanium alloys achieve tensile strengths of over 200,000 psi.
Beryllium is a hard metal. The modulus of elasticity is approximately 50% greater than steel. Beryllium is two-thirds the density of aluminum. By weight, Beryllium has six times the specific stiffness of steel and Beryllium is non-magnetic.
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