Coastal Event Memories

by A. G. Kimbrough

  David had just fired up the generator and was warming up the transmitter for the Saturday evening broadcast when the helicopter appeared. Flanked by his bodyguards, Director Morris stepped out of the hatch, and approached the shipping container that housed the transmitter and broadcast studio.

  Rebecca had also seen the helicopter and knew it was a bad omen. She hurried the kids into the hiding compartment built into their closet. She then retrieved the Barret 50 caliber sniper rifle and went up on deck. From her vantage point she could see through the window of the studio. The radio receiver was connected through the bridge intercom, and she could here the usual opening recording of America the Beautiful.

  David's voice boomed out normally. “Good evening citizens of the Inland Sea. We have a very important show tonight, so plan to stay tuned. I want to introduce the Director of the Federal Emergency Management Agency, Mr. Robert Morris, Good evening Sir.”

  “Thank you, and good evening David and America. I come to you tonight as the leader of our government. In this darkest hour, America has suffered a devastating loss, which will take decades to recover from. I am here tonight to report that a recovery team is in route from our Recovery Center near Reno. We will restore order, stability, and prosperity to the region.”

  His speech rambled on for another half-hour, and then David closed by saying good night. He did not close by playing the Star Spangled Banner, as he had closed every other broadcast.

  He threw a switch and the red Transmitting Lamp went out. He then turned and said, “Well your charade is done. Why did you have to threaten to kill my wife and kids to keep me under control? Will you murder any dissenters like you did in Reno, or force our young women to be your whores? Like you did in Reno?”

  Morris sputtered, “where did you get those lies? Reno was populated by terrorists, and the women we took were mostly whores, and we gave them shelter, and saved them. For all we knew, we would be the only survivors, and we didn’t have enough females to repopulate. You're a leader here, and we had to make this broadcast be supportive.”

  David smiled and said, “and if the people here don't accept your benevolent rule?”

  “We have enough firepower to deal with any resistance.” Answered Morris.

  “So this was just a big con job to let your people close enough to weld the iron fist.,” David replied.

  “It will work, we will destroy your transmitter and your boats, so no one will know the real story until it's too late,” snarled Morris.

  David stood, pointed to an output power meter, which was still at mid range, and said, “we never stopped transmitting, and everyone listening knows your plans. To arms, patriots.”

  “You bastard!” Morris exclaimed, as he pulled a gun and emptied it into David’s body.

  Rebecca had listened and watched the drama unfold and gasped as the love of her life was murdered.

  Morris and his bodyguards ran to the helicopter. As it lifted, Rebecca blinked away tears and closed the bolt. Morris screamed to shoot the transmitter and the boats. The helicopter banked, and then leveled out at 200 feet. As it spun to line up the mini guns on the transmitter, Rebecca fired a 50 caliber round into the cockpit. It passed through the torso of the pilot, Raymond Jennings, killing him instantly, and tore through the shoulder of the copilot. He was still trying to regain control when the craft impacted at over 250 knots. The fireball lit up the twilit sky and consumed everyone inside.

  Rebecca ran to the studio and confirmed that David was gone. She stood and picked up the mike.

  “You heard the shots that murdered David, my husband, and father to our children. The Federal government has declared war on the people of the Inland Sea. I struck the first response. I shot down the murderer’s helicopter, and they all were consumed by fire. I will be at the El Dorado dock tomorrow, to join the defense of our homes and our liberty. I will monitor the 10 meter band”. She then played the Star Spangled Banner, and turned the power off.

  The earlier broadcasts had been played through the bunker’s PA system. However, when the Marines were locked down, that channel to their quarters had been disabled. Cindy had been recording them and Rose was passing a CD to Walter, the next time she delivered laundry.

  Walter had listened to the final broadcast with stunned disbelief. He turned to Rose and asked. “Is there anything you can do to get us out of here?”

  Rose said. “Cindy and I have been talking about it, She can get a master key out of Kemp’s desk, but there is a guard there after hours. We need to do it late at night when no one is out and about. And then there’s a guard at your door, who will have to be taken care of.”

  Walter retrieved the Beretta from its hiding place and gave it to Rose. “We need to do it tonight, before the convoy gets too far. Will you help us?”

  Rose replied, “Yes, but you have to agree to take all the women and children, who want to go.”

  Walter countered. “It would be safer if you stay here.””

  She answered. “I won’t live any longer as a slave, if you want our help, we’re in.”

  “OK, now how many troopers are left here, and how many will be on duty around midnight?”

  “There are around a hundred still here, and around a dozen on duty on the 8 to 4 shift. Most of them will be at the Command Center on Level 1.”

  Walter handed her the Beretta and two clips, and said. “If we don’t hear from you by 0300, we’ll assume it won’t happen until tomorrow.”

  She replied, “If you don’t hear from us by 0300, we’ll be dead.”

  She put the Beretta under the dirty laundry and left.

  That night, Rose and Cindy left their quarters and approached the office wing on Level 2. Cindy would not take the gun, stating that they could not afford any noise, but telling Rose to wait outside, unless she called.

  Cindy turned the corner and approached the trooper at the Guard Station. “I forgot to put the report I was transcribing into Director Kemp’s in basket. Please let me in for a second, so I don’t get in big trouble. Kemp told me that if I fuck up again, he will send me to the crib.”

  The trooper paused, and said. “I can’t do that, and besides, do you think you’re too good for us troopers?”

  “No, no, it’s just that I won’t be able to see my baby if I’m working in the crib. I like sex, the more the better. I’ll even give you some right now if you help me.”

  The trooper blinked, she was a knockout, but orders were orders. Cindy could see that he was not quite sold, and she pulled off her shift. She stood there stark naked, smiling. “There’s a couch in Kemp’s office. I know he uses it, even on me.”

  The trooper moved to open the door, not able to take his eyes off her. “You’re a lot better looking than any of the gals at the crib, guess that’s why Kemp keeps you here.” He grabbed her breast, squeezed it, and pushed her on to the couch. He hastily dropped his gun belt and then his pants. Kicking off his boots he spread her legs and slammed into her.

  At that moment, she pulled a small knife that was taped to the back of her neck, and slashed his carotid artery. He attempted to rise, but she held on while his lifeblood gushed out.

  Within a minute, it was over. She stood, and walked into Kemp’s private shower and washed off the blood that had covered her body. When she was dry and dressed, she retrieved the master keycard from Kemp’s desk, and rejoined Rose.

  They took the Executive Elevator down to Level 5, and locked it to that level. Rose took a mini-bottle of gin and poured it over herself. She left Cindy at the corner with the Beretta, and approached the guard outside the Marine Quarters entrance.

  Weaving and stumbling, she made a good drunk, demanding to be admitted, claiming that one of the jarheads had knocked her up. She stumbled into the guard, and put a knife in his ribs as she did. Unfortunately, it did not disable him. With a roar, he knocked her to the floor, and raised his weapon.

  Cindy started firing, advancing as she came. The guard was wearing body armor and althoug
h hit, his finger contracted as he fell, and Cindy was hit in her unprotected chest.

  Rose grabbed the assault rifle from the dying guard and emptied it into him. She then ran to Cindy and trying unsuccessfully to stop the blood. Cindy gasped, and said “Promise me you will take good care of Lilly, and get her away from this place.”

  Cindy died before Rose could answer. Weeping, Rose took the Keycard, and opened the door.

  With a glance, Walter took in the scene, and asked, “Is she gone?”

  When Rose nodded yes, he said, “We'll take the stairs up to the ramp after we visit Level 8. The Marines stopped on Level Eight and passed the word that any of the women there who wanted to leave with them were free to go. The women left several dead “customers” as they departed.

  On level One, most of the vehicles stored there had joined the convoy. The Marines and the women took all of those that remained, and drove up the ramp. Only a few security personal were on duty, and they were quickly dispatched. Within an hour the Osprey was fueled and ready to depart.

  The remaining Marines and the women formed up in a convoy that included the Osprey support trucks, a pair of fuel tankers, and all of the other vehicles. The convoy headed South toward Minden, NV and the Osprey headed for El Dorado.

  Chapter 16

  The USS Chicago (SN721) was finally getting close to home. She had been lying on the bottom of the Yellow Sea, a few miles off China on Day 0.

  In the weeks and months that followed, She had unsuccessfully attempted to communicate with anyone, while carefully searching for a clear path back to the West Coast. After passing the few mountaintops that were all that remained of the Japanese Islands, and verifying that their Home Port of Guam was submerged, she encountered a new string of a volcanic land mass that stretched from the Bearing Sea to South of where the Hawaiian Islands used to be.

  With food supplies low, they were running Northwest at flank speed. Constantly monitoring all bands, they had detected David's next to the last broadcast. They were 500 miles west of the San Francisco Bay when they received the chilling last broadcast. Still too far over the horizon to communicate with Rebecca, they continued to monitor the 10 meter band.

  When the Osprey reached 10,000 feet, Walter attempted to communicate with Rebecca. Instead of her reply, he received a call from the Chicago.

  “Aircraft calling Rebecca, this is the USS Chicago, are you receiving me?”

  “ That's affirmative. This is Marine 243 Osprey, Captain Brent speaking.”

  The next half-hour provided an update to the skipper of Chicago Commander Thomas Moore, and he replied. “Those thugs do not represent what I swore an oath to. I think we can help stop that convoy. Do you have laser illuminators on board?”

  “Yes, we can light it up when you need it.”

  “ We have three Tomahawks loaded with Dispenser TLAM-D sub-munitions. Each one should disable a 100-yard string of vehicles. We can get them close with the lousy GPS signals, but you need to tell us when to launch, and then to illuminate the beginning target zones in the last 30 seconds. The birds will take about 45 minutes to get there from where we are now. “

  “We'll try to make them hold up near Twin Bridges on Highway 50. You will probably loose our signal when we drop down to land. Just stand by for more updates.”

  The Osprey landed at the Best Buy Trading Post, and in a meeting with Rebecca, Tiny, and Zeke; they developed a plan of action.

  That afternoon, they dropped a team of snipers and a former seal, who rigged a series of C-4 charges that covered the highway just east of Twin Bridges with boulders and debris. The Osprey then flew on to Minden to refuel and update the team on the ground.

  Their plans called for the Marines to follow the convoy and be in a position to block an escape from the ambush at Twin Bridges. Tiny Landon had boarded the Osprey, and would act as a guide, since he was familiar with Highway 50 and knew where to set up the retreat blockade.

  When they described the plan to Gunny Larson, Rose McAllen and about half the other women, refused to stay in Minden. She insisted that the women had just as big a stake in the battle outcome as anyone. She then reminded them that they would still be outnumbered, and the more guns firing the greater their chances of success.

  In the end, Gunny and Tiny agreed, and Walter relented to the change in plans. The children, with the remaining women, and all the supplies, stayed in Minden. Tiny, Gunny, and Rose in a lead pickup, with a load of mortars and ammo, led the Marine convoy toward Highway 50. They drove through the night, making slow progress over the debris-strewn roads.

  The DHS convoy had camped for the night just west of Phillips, on Highway 50. Kemp insisted on an early start, impatient at the delays necessary to clear the roadways. An armored combat vehicle led the procession, followed by the two bulldozer hauling flatbeds, and then the rest of the convoy. Two scouts on dirt bikes ran about a mile ahead.

  The scouts reported the rock slide at Twin Bridges and the convoy pulled up to it and stopped. The bulldozers were unloaded and started to work.

  When the Chicago launched the Tomahawks, Walter issued a radio command to the ground forces. From mountaintop hides on both sides of highway 50, snipers took careful aim, and killed both bulldozer operators within 5 seconds of each other. Other snipers, many firing deer rifles, cut down anyone not buttoned up in armored vehicles.

  The guns on the convoy responded immediately, with continuous streams of fire that shredded the vegetation on the ridges, without much effect. The vehicles in the rear of the convoy started to turn around. Walter was tracking the battle progress and relayed an order that started the Marine force dropping mortar shells among them. The mortar barrage kept the vehicles from retreating, but the counter fire started taking a toll.

  Tiny was hit by shrapnel in the thigh, and would have bled out had Rose not provided immediate action. Even though he was hurting, his face turned beet red when Rose pulled down his pants and drawers to apply a pressure bandage. She took a look at his obvious embarrassment and said, “I’m not seeing anything I haven’t seen lots of times before. Although you are very well equipped. It would have been a shame if that shrapnel had hit a little higher. I’m looking forward to knowing you a lot better when you get healed up.”

  Tiny could not think of anything to reply.

  One of the armored combat vehicles managed to turn around and was threatening to break through the Marine defenses.

  Walter had been watching the radar display, waiting for the first Tomahawk to show up, His joy at seeing the first one was terminated when it crashed into a mountaintop before it could lock on to the illumination signal. All would be lost if they could not stop the armored combat vehicle assault.

  Two minutes later, the second Tomahawk appeared. Walter had shifted the illuminator to the rear of the convoy, where the threat was the greatest. The missile dropped into the canyon with a solid illuminator lock. The shower of sub-munitions covered the last third of the convoy, and disabled all of the vehicles.

  Walter quickly illuminated the forward portion of the convoy, and the last Tomahawk created a path of destruction for the forward third of the vehicles. The vehicles in the center were mostly undamaged, but unable to move either forward or backward.

  Walter flew low over the battle zone and was able to direct the ground forces to tighten the noose. He finally landed behind the Marine position, refueled, and took the wounded, including Tiny back to the temporary field hospital at Strawberry.

  The sniping went on throughout the afternoon, and anyone who ventured outside the armored vehicles was hit within seconds. By the time darkness fell, only a third of the DHS force troopers were unhurt. Without night vision, those troopers were able to escape into the wilderness south of Highway 50. They left almost all of their supplies and weapons, as well as their wounded.

  The next morning, the forces converged and there was no fight left at the convoy. The remaining DHS wounded were dispatched with a bullet in the head, just like the men in
Reno. Kemp was not among those left behind on Highway 50.

  The bulldozers were used to clear the roadway and bury the DHS dead, and the remains of the convoy were stripped of anything salvageable. The women and children were taken down the hill and distributed among the communities. Tiny was taken back to the Best Buy Trading Post, where Rose McAllen started nursing him back to health.

  A mixed force of Marines and militia started a concerted effort to track down the scattered remains of the DHS force. It took another six months, but eventually the last of the renegades were killed in a shootout at the little community of Griminger.

  The Chicago had arrived and was permanently berthed at a dock near the Community College buildings in El Dorado. Her nuclear power plant was used to provide electrical power for the area. Captain Moore agreed to stay on board with a volunteer crew and maintain the boat and power plant. Those crewmen who were not required for those tasks were transferred to reserve status, and left the boat to start a new career.