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by Richard Stephenson

  From the Appalachian Mountains to the Mississippi River Valley, state lines began to fade away, as state governments lost control. With power and control in the hands of the people, cities began to barricade themselves like medieval castles. With the interstates disabled in the most populated sections of the country and millions of acres on fire, The Silent Warriors prided themselves on a job well done.

  The electromagnetic pulse that turned off the lights and sent the East Coast back in time to the pre-industrial age was devastating enough in itself. Now, the Silent Warriors ensured that recovery would be next to impossible.

  CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

  Escaped convicts Richard Dupree and Billy Bratchett were heading up Interstate 70 in a stolen Honda Accord. They could see the city of Denver on the horizon. They’d made it to Las Vegas without issue and once they got to Sin City, they couldn’t believe the state it was in. Law and order were a thing of the past; gangs of thugs wandered the streets doing whatever they pleased. Most businesses were closed and boarded up, only to be broken into by desperate people looking for food and water. Residential areas were in chaos, frightened citizens barricaded in their houses. Many front lawns had dead bodies strewn about, clearly the result of armed citizens defending their homes. On the drive into Vegas, Richard had rehearsed several plans for acquiring new clothes and a vehicle without having to harm anyone. As it turned out, no real plan was actually necessary. The first gas station they came across had already been abandoned. The parking lot had two cars in it. They chose a Honda Accord, and Tank hot-wired it in under a minute. They broke into the gas station and filled their stomachs with food and water. Donning fresh tshirts, hats and sunglasses, they loaded up the trunk of their new car with supplies. They turned on the pumps and filled the tank, along with several gas cans. In all, they had about thirty extra gallons of gas.

  Richard did his best to avoid as much of Las Vegas as possible. He stuck to the outskirts of town and made his way to Interstate 15, heading north to Interstate 70. Tank had the passenger seat reclined as far back as it would go. His eye was still healing from the incision Richard had made to drain the infection. Tank had no problem moving around and could take care of himself; however, he was still suffering from splitting headaches. The Honda was the most comfortable quarters he’d had since they left Highland Valley State Prison and he was content to get as much sleep as possible. Richard, on the other hand, had been trained as a SEAL to operate on long missions with very little sleep. Getting only a few hours of sleep in three or four days was nothing out of the ordinary for him; he’d done it more times than he could remember. None of those missions came close to being as important as this one. He was determined to find his children, and he wouldn’t stop until he was reunited with them.

  Richard had been surfing around the radio constantly since they left the gas station. He desperately needed intel on what was going on in the world. He kept up with the news when he was at Highland Valley and was painfully aware of how quickly the country was falling apart. Along with most of the nation, he watched the news reports of the little girl dying in an ambulance at a National Guard checkpoint in Denver and the resulting riots that exploded all over the country. If Las Vegas was any indication, most of the major cities would be in complete anarchy. Richard managed to find one radio station out of Vegas that was still broadcasting. Most of what was being said didn’t make a lot of sense, something about a big attack to the east. Richard didn’t know what that meant exactly. Terrorist attacks were becoming commonplace, so “an attack” could mean anything. The DJ seemed to be throwing out all kinds of insane theories, and Richard could tell he wasn’t speaking about facts. He still listened to everything on the off chance that this wacko might make sense. It got more interesting when the DJ starting taking phone calls.

  “Iranians are here! They’re marching into D.C.!”

  “They blew up Washington! That’s why they aren’t telling us anything!”

  “My sister lives in Boston, and I haven’t been able to call her! I hope they didn’t take out Boston!”

  “The Iranians have some secret weapon! They took out the power grid!”

  “I got a friend that works for the government. He said an EMP took out the east coast! Leveled everything!”

  The last two callers grabbed Richard’s attention. The last one obviously had no clue what an EMP was since it has no destructive power outside of destroying electronics. It couldn’t “level” anything. If some big attack had happened back east, it could very well have been an EMP. It would explain the lack of information. If a nuke took out D.C., or any city for that matter, news agencies would still be able to report it. The total communications blackout could be the result of an EMP. Richard filed away the idea in the back of his head and decided not to entertain it again until he had solid facts.

  Once Richard reached the outskirts of Denver, he took the first exit he could find and headed north around the city. His ex-wife lived in Northglenn, a suburb just off Interstate 25. His lawyer kept tabs on her and kept Richard updated on her movements. Richard had memorized the directions to her house. He could see people running in the streets causing as much damage as they could — smashing store windows and destroying parked cars. One street corner looked like a battlefield. Nearly a hundred men and women were fighting each other with baseball bats and crowbars. Richard sped up and raced around them doing eighty-five miles an hour. He knew that a working automobile was a prized possession people would kill for. He would not stop or slow down for anyone. If he had to run over someone to get to his kids, he would gladly do so.

  His evasion of the street battle stirred Tank from his slumber. “What the fuck? Where are we?”

  “Denver.”

  “Are you shitting me? I slept that long?”

  “Yeah.”

  “What the hell’s going on? Broncos lose the Super Bowl?”

  “Haven’t had a Super Bowl in years.”

  “No shit, smartass, it was a joke.”

  “I don’t know what’s going on. Apparently most of the country is like this. Heard some rumors on the radio about a big attack to the east.”

  “Another terrorist attack?”

  “Bigger, like Iran big.”

  “Fuck.”

  “All I can tell you is it’s making it very easy for us to move around. Haven’t seen a single cop. All this craziness makes it hard for anyone to care about escaped cons on the loose.”

  “Fucking outstanding. I could get used to this. What are we doing?”

  “Going to my ex-wife’s house to get my kids.”

  “What if she’s not there and took the kids someplace else?”

  “Then we’ll figure something out.”

  Richard exited the interstate and remembered that he had to drive two miles before he turned again. Moving down the interstate wasn’t too difficult, but getting into the heart of a suburb full of unruly people was going to be a challenge. A block from the interstate, an intersection was completely gridlocked with abandoned cars. A three car accident in the middle of the intersection had shut down traffic. Richard came to a stop behind the pileup and pondered his next move. He could easily jump the curb to his right into the parking lot of a strip mall, or he could turn into the gas station on his left and go around. He decided against the gas station because it had too many blind spots, and he had no desire to be caught in an ambush with no way to escape. Jumping the curb into the strip mall wasn’t without risks. He would have to maneuver his way around what looked to be a tailgate party, complete with a group of surly looking revelers.

  “What do you wanna do, Richard?” asked Tank.

  “We’re gonna ask these fine gentlemen for directions.”

  “Thought you knew where you were going?”

  “I know where we’re going.” Richard winked at Tank.

  “It’s like that? You wanna kill them? Didn’t think you were the type to start a fight.”

  “I’m not gonna start a fight. I’m
just gonna ask them for directions and maybe about the weather. If they wanna start a fight, they can start a fight. You stay in the car until I signal for you. Well, until I signal for you or they jump me.”

  “I could use some exercise.”

  “Thought you might say that, Billy.”

  Richard jumped the curb and eased forward into the parking lot. As the tailgaters kept a watchful eye, Richard pulled closer and stopped. No weapons had been drawn. Richard opened his door and slowly got out. He smiled and put on the appearance of being a clueless, lost traveler.

  “Evening, fellas. My friend and I are lost. We’re trying to get back to the interstate and got turned around.” Richard waited to see who the men would look to for instructions, either vocally or by body language. If that didn’t happen, the first one to speak up would be in charge. He needed to single out the alpha of the pack.

  A man in a black sweatshirt spoke. “Are you trying to be funny, asshole, or are you just stupid?”

  Richard pretended to be frightened and let his voice quake. “Huh?”

  “You heard me. Answer the question.”

  The rest of the group laughed at Richard like they were on the schoolyard. Richard took a few steps back and said in a soft voice, “I’m sorry to bother you; we’ll figure it out. Have a good night.”

  The alpha male shot a wicked grin at Richard. “Hey buddy, take it easy. I’m just fuckin’ with you. Turn around.”

  Richard stepped up his fake nervousness and just stared back at them.

  “Relax, man, we’re not gonna hurt you. The interstate is right there behind you, about a block away.”

  Richard let out a panicked laugh. “Oh, I guess I am stupid! Yeah, right there. Thanks. You guys hear about some big attack to the east?”

  The alpha male dropped his grin. “I look like I work for fucking CNN?”

  Richard feigned a look of terror.

  “This is what’s gonna happen,” said the leader. “You and your friend are gonna leave us your car and start walking back to the interstate. If you’re lucky, you might be able to hitch a ride for a blowjob.”

  The entire tailgate party erupted in laughter. Richard used the distraction to leap forward and grab the alpha male’s right wrist with both hands. Richard spun around three hundred and sixty degrees and brought the alpha along for the ride. When Richard completed the circle, he cracked the man’s arm like a whip, broke his wrist and flung him into two of his goons. Richard planted his foot under the next guy’s chin, clamping shut his jaw and causing him to bite off the tip of his tongue. Tank was already sprinting from the car and ran full speed into another man who was standing completely still in shock. The impact threw the man into the bed of one of the pickups. Tank punched the fifth man in the face, who spat out several teeth on his way to the ground. The sixth and final member of the tailgate party was down on his knees with his hands in the air, crying. Richard kicked him in the ass like a football. He fell to the ground and curled up in a ball. The alpha and the two men he’d knocked over like bowling pins were not willing to give up so easily. They charged Richard, roaring like Vikings, clearly trying to bring back the frightened man they’d been teasing a few seconds ago. The first two men went down hard. The alpha male, however, managed to grab a shovel from the bed of the pickup and was running toward Richard. He swung the shovel like a baseball bat, as Richard easily ducked out of the way, gladly accepting the gift of the alpha’s exposed torso. Richard punched him in the ribs as hard as he could. With the wind knocked out of him, the alpha male fell to the ground.

  Richard squatted down over the alpha male and spoke in his ear. “You should be kinder to your fellow man. When someone is lost, you offer them help and give them directions. That blowjob you were talking about? You’re lucky I don’t let my friend here loose on you. He’d do more than just make you blow him. That’s the difference between you and me. I’m willing to show mercy to someone when they’re down on their luck. Remember that. Words to live by.” Richard patted him on the head a few times and stood up.

  Richard looked at Tank. “Billy, I trust that was enough exercise for you?”

  “Not really, but I did have some fun.”

  “Glad to hear it.”

  Richard surveyed the cars in the parking lot. The time for worrying about gas was now over. He needed a bigger vehicle that could go off road if the situation required it. A nice battering ram to get him out of a sticky situation would also be nice. He decided on a full sized, four door pick up. He opened the driver’s side door and looked inside. Four wheel drive. Perfect.

  Richard walked back over to the alpha male who was struggling to get back on his feet. One swift kick and he was hugging the concrete again. “Here’s the deal, friend. We aren’t going to steal any of your cars like you wanted to steal mine. We’re gonna be nice enough to leave this nice Honda Accord with you and trade it for that pickup. Whose pickup is that? I really like it.”

  “Mine!” spat the alpha male.

  “Terrific! I’m gonna need the keys from you. Sorry! I hope you’re left handed, seeing as how I broke the right one. Need my friend here to help you?”

  The alpha male shook his head, handing the keys to Richard.

  “Great! We’re just gonna grab our stuff. Won’t take a minute.”

  Richard and Tank walked back to the Honda and loaded the contents into their “new” pickup. Richard fired up the engine, and they pulled forward toward the alpha male. Rolling down the window, Richard tossed the Honda keys to the alpha male. “It was nice meeting you fellas, take care!” Richard drove around the traffic jam at the intersection and pulled back onto the road.

  “You are the baddest motherfucker I’ve ever met,” said Tank.

  “You ain’t so bad yourself. I know you coulda handled all six of them but I wanted to give them the chance to do the right thing and let us by. They didn’t quite pass the test.”

  “No shit,” Tank laughed, “how much farther?”

  “Just a couple of miles,” answered Richard. “How’s your eye?”

  “Feels fine in this nice chilly weather. I like it here.”

  “Well Billy, I don’t know about you, but I don’t plan on staying long.”

  “Oh yeah? When were you planning on filling me in?”

  “Not really a secret. I find my kids and we’re headed to Canada.”

  Tank didn’t say anything, which was good. Richard was going to part ways with Tank once he found his kids. He was sure Tank would realize that his kids were the top priority. When Richard was an operator with the SEALs, he’d set up a new identity and stashed the credentials for his new life — driver’s license, passport, credit cards, and cash in a cemetery not far from the U.S-Canada border. He was going to take his kids and get far away from the United States.

  Richard found the street he was looking for and turned into what looked like a decent subdivision. He was pleased to see that the neighborhood was deserted. Many of the houses had been ransacked and pillaged, but no gangs of desperate, angry people wandered the streets.

  “This is it,” said Richard as he stopped the car in front of a nice, two-story house. “You mind staying with the truck?”

  “Of course, man, go get your kids.”

  Richard got out of the truck and headed to the front door. He had thought about this very moment for so long. His daughter would have no idea who he was. His son, on the other hand, probably had the memory of him savagely murdering a man in front of him permanently fixed in his brain. They would be nine and thirteen years old, and their absent father was about to thrust himself into their lives. He stopped at the front door and had no idea what to do. He had rehearsed what he would say for years, but at this moment he couldn’t remember any of it. After a minute or so, he realized the only thing he could do was knock, so he did.

  Peering through a nearby window, Richard could see a faint glow coming from the back of the house, probably from a computer or television. Taking a closer look, he saw his ex-wi
fe lying on the couch. Richard rapped the glass and hollered.

  “Monique! Let me in!”

  Monique stirred as Richard continued his pounding.

  “Monique! Wake up! Let me in!”

  Richard’s ex-wife slowly rolled over and motioned for him to come inside. He walked warily into the kitchen, immediately noticing a syringe and other drug paraphernalia on the table nearby.

  “Hey, sweetheart. So glad you’re home,” Monique slurred. “The kids will be so happy to see you!”

  It didn’t take much for Richard to confirm that his ex was higher than a kite. His concern, however, was not with her. He hit the stairs running.

  “Timothy! Christine!”

  Richard darted into each bedroom, calling their names.

  “Timmy! Chrissy! Are you here?”

  Richard ran back downstairs and confronted his ex-wife.

  “Monique!! Snap out of it! I don’t have time for this! Tell me where our children are!”

  “The kids are fine. Chad took them on a trip. His parents have a nice RV; they’re having fun. You wanna have a little fun with me? You can meet my friend Davy, and he can give you some blow. Come back here and we can get high and fuck. You ever fucked while you’re high?” Monique started laughing and tried to grab Richard’s crotch.