by David Nees
Rescue
Book 3 in
After the Fall Series
A Novel
By David Nees
Copyright © 2019 David E. Nees
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Rescue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Afterword
Rescue
Book 3 in After the Fall series
“Not to punish evil is equivalent to authorizing it.” –Leonardo Da Vinci
“He who loses wealth loses much; he who loses a friend loses more; but he that loses his courage loses all.” –Miguel de Cervantes
“The superior man does not, even for the space of a single meal, act contrary to virtue. In moments of haste, he cleaves to it. In seasons of danger, he cleaves to it.” –Confucius
Chapter 1
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J ason studied the man in front of him. He was in his late thirties, unkempt, grizzled. He had a hard look about him, now tempered by concern. He was probably worried about what can happen to a messenger of bad news. He had reason to be.
“So, you traveled all these miles by foot to bring me this demand?” The man nodded, concern starting to show. “And your name is Bud?”
“I already told you. What the hell are you doing keeping me locked up? I didn’t have anything to do with this and you got no reason to hold me. I was just following orders.”
“You must have known your message wouldn’t be well received.”
The man glared back at Jason. “Go to hell.”
“How did Knoxville hear about us? Why would they think we had anything of value?”
He shook his head. “I ain’t telling you anything more than what I already said. You need to load up a hundred pounds of gold and jewels and take them out to Gatlinburg. Then you’ll get your two men back, Gibbs and Turner.”
“That’s all?” The man nodded again. “And your boss, this ‘Chairman’ guy, figured I would just agree to this?” The man nodded. “I need to know more.”
“Tough. I don’t know more.”
“Are my two men in good shape? Are they being well treated?
Bud just glared at him. “How the hell would I know?”
“You have no idea?”
“I heard the black guy was beat up some. Heard he was acting belligerent and some of the boys didn’t like that. Serves him right.”
Jason stood up. “Wait here,” he said and stood up.
“You let me loose,” Bud shouted after him. “You can’t keep me locked up in this piss-ant jail. Who do you think you all are in this town? The Chairman finds you treatin’ me this way, he’ll make you pay. You don’t know him. He’ll destroy this town, you mess with me.”
Jason didn’t answer and quickly walked out of the room, locking it behind him. He met Kevin Cameron in the hall.
“What do you think?” Kevin asked.
“I’m stunned,” Jason replied. “First that Rodney and Billy got caught, second that someone would try to shake us down.”
“Rodney wouldn’t talk to anyone about all the loot Stansky had assembled, so how would they know about it?”
“Billy wouldn’t tell. Hell, he didn’t even know about it,” Jason replied.
“Word must have drifted west from some of the militia who escaped—”
“Or men from Roper’s squad. They might know.” Jason shook his head, making a decision. “It doesn’t matter. I need you to put this man in restraints, leg irons, cuffs and waist belt.”
“Why?”
“He’s been an SOB since he got here and gave us his message. He’s complaining about us keeping him locked up, not treating him with respect. Says the Chairman’s going to make us pay for mistreating him. And he refuses to give me any information about the situation in Knoxville. I need to know more about what’s going on there and I don’t have a lot of time. I’m going to have a private conversation with him.”
Kevin gave Jason a long, questioning look. “I don’t know what you’re planning, but don’t do anything rash. We have rule of law now, not gangster law. Remember that.”
Jason knew his face betrayed his hard intent. “Nothing rash. But I am going to stretch the boundaries a bit.” He could tell those words didn’t give Kevin much comfort.
A half hour later, Jason led the man out of the mayor’s office and down to the street. They drove out of the city, departing from the northern gate. They angled west through the abandoned suburbs with the foothills of the Appalachian Mountains showing ahead.
As they drove, the man tried more than once to start a conversation, but Jason didn’t speak. Nor did he look at him. They entered the forest, now two hours outside of Hillsboro. Jason stopped the car and motioned for the man to get out.
“Where are you taking me? Why are we out here? You act like a tough guy with me in chains. You take them off and we’ll see who’s tough. Dumb hick. Just pay the ransom and let me go, you got no right t
o treat me like this.” His comments came with increasing anxiety in his voice.
Jason did not answer. He picked up his backpack and motioned for the man to walk ahead. Jason’s mind raced with conflicting thoughts. Before this messenger showed up, he was a happy, content man, even if harassed by administrative details as temporary mayor of Hillsboro. He had a wonderful wife, a son and two step daughters, one married to Kevin Cameron, now head of the police department for the town. He thought he had put his days as a warrior behind him in the post-EMP world.
Since the EMP attack on the U.S., Hillsboro had come under the control of a gangster named Joe Stansky. When Stansky threatened Jason and his family and friends in their rural valley, they initiated an uprising that overthrew the gangster and freed Hillsboro from his clutches. Since then the town had worked on getting electricity and some level of communications going. The increased trappings of the pre-EMP world had given Jason and everyone else a false sense that their world was returning to normal.
Then this kidnapping and extortion demand. It brought home the fact that the country was still unsettled with no central authority. There was still danger outside of the city; danger that could intrude on their lives. The times still required hard people. He now had to put aside his gentle nature as he did once before and become the warrior, the killer, a dangerous man for a dangerous time.
He had to get information from his captive, even if he had to be brutal to get it. His stomach churned at what he was about to do.
Ten minutes later Jason halted next to a large red oak tree. Without a word he dropped his backpack and took out two short boards. He taped Buddy’s hands flat to the boards. He took a hammer and a nail from the pack. Next, he released one of Buddy’s wrists from the cuffs and before the man could react, he forced his arm out to the tree and nailed the board into the trunk.
“What’re you doing?” Bud’s gravelly voice now was filled with fear.
Without a word, Jason repeated his steps with Bud’s other hand. The man was now standing, facing the tree, with his arms wrapped around it, his hands effectively nailed to the trunk.
“What’re you gonna to do?” Bud asked again. “You got no reason to hurt me. I just delivered the message. I don’t have anything else to say to you.
Jason said nothing. He left Bud nailed to the tree and left to gather up some dead branches and kindling. Bringing them back, he lit a small fire behind the man. Then he walked back into the trees. He was looking for an Ironwood tree. It was very dense and hard to burn. It would work perfectly for what he had in mind. He returned a few minutes later with a fresh limb he had cut. He built up the fire and laid the end of the stick in the growing bed of coals.
“You gonna burn me? Damn you. You’re a coward. Turn me loose.” Bud was now squirming and beginning to hyperventilate in fear.
Got to be hard. Can’t let him think I can be reasoned with. It will save both of us a lot of pain.
“Bud, I need some information and you’re going to give it to me. I don’t have a lot of time and I don’t have much patience.”
“I ain’t telling you anything! You don’t know the Chairman. He’s one you don’t cross. He’s gonna take over the whole south one day. Say’s he saw it in a vision, and I believe him. You hurt me, he’ll come after you and your city. Just do what you’re told. I don’t know anything else.”
“If you keep to that story it is going to be very painful for you.”
“Go to hell!”
Jason turned the stick in the coals. “I’m going to ask you some questions. I want to know everything you know. You’re going to tell me everything and I’m going to write it down. Later you’ll draw me a map. When we’re done, I’ll be able to see the place with your eyes, as if I had been there myself.”
Bud cranked his head over, looking at Jason with a mixture of fear and anger. He shook his head. “I ain’t helping you. I don’t know anything but what I said.”
Suddenly Jason took out his hunting knife and thrust it in front of Buddy’s face. “I’ve got two good men out there, one of them may be hurt and I need to go get them.”
“You’ll get yourself killed.” Bud almost sneered at him. “The Chairman got too many men.”
“It’s not me that is going to get killed. I’m going to do the killing.” He took his knife and put it to Buddy’s left hand. He placed the blade half way down the little finger. “I’m going to start cutting your fingers until you tell me what I want to know.”
“He’ll kill me if I tell you everything.”
“I’ll kill you if you don’t. Or I’ll send you back with two bloody stumps for hands and you’ll die slowly of starvation. You think anyone will take care of a cripple with no fingers?”
Jason began to press down on the blade, cutting into one of Bud’s fingers.
Bud screamed in pain and started cursing at Jason. “Damn you! I told you I don’t know nothing. You got no right.”
“First question. Where’s his headquarters?”
I don’t know anything, I’m telling you. They just picked me to deliver the message.”
“You say ‘I don’t know’ a lot.”
Jason pushed down on the blade. The man screamed, his body jerked against the tree. Blood spurted from the severed digit. Jason grabbed the Ironwood stick from the fire and stuck it to the end of Bud’s finger.
Bud screamed again, even louder.
“Scream all you want. There’s no one to hear you. Now I’m going to ask you again. Tell me everything about this Chairman and his setup. You ready to do that, or do I have to take the next finger off?”
Bud shook his head. “No, no more.”
“Now you’re being smart.”
“I’m a dead man.”
“Bud, I got no time for this. I’m going to cut another finger. You’re going to talk or you’re going to die.”
“Okay, okay.” He threw his head back. “Oh God it hurts.”
“The hurt increases with each finger.” Jason put his face up close to Bud. “You want to feel real pain? I can deliver more pain than you can imagine. You’re standing between me and rescuing my friends. You don’t want to be in that position.”
He stepped back. “Now again, where’s the Chairman’s headquarters?”
“In the Knoxville County Building. It’s next to the courthouse.”
“How many men does the Chairman have?”
“I don’t know. Please.”
Jason put his knife to the man’s next finger.
“Hundreds. It’s a lot. Stop. I really don’t know how many.”
Jason released his pressure on the knife,
“He’s got the whole city under his control, so it’s a lot of men. He’s got the police and a city militia. Knoxville’s gonna rule the south with him in charge.”
“How well are they armed?”
The man made no pretense of holding back now. He was obviously in great pain.
“M16s, M4s. He cleaned out the armories.”
“Heavy weapons?”
“I don’t—”
Jason increased the pressure on his knife. It started into the flesh.
“Mortars, RPGs, machine guns! I’ve seen them.”
“Anything else?”
“I seen some big guns, cannons. But I don’t know if they work.
“How well trained are men?”
“All of ‘em are trained, but some not so well. We do some practicing but don’t use live ammo. The officers say it needs to be saved.”
“You’re in the militia. Tell me more about the troops, where they are kept, how they’re organized, is there an elite group?”
For the next hour the man gave Jason more detail including where he thought the prisoners were being kept and how the county building and courthouse were defended. Jason withdrew his knife from the man’s finger and began to write down the information, asking clarifying questions when needed.
I’m a dead man,” Bud said again when they were done.
“Maybe, maybe not. At least you have most of your fingers. I could be sending you back with stumps.” Now we’re going back to town. You’re going to remain in our custody while I go for my friends. If I find you’ve lied to me about these details, when I get back I’ll take you back out into these woods, strip you, and stake you out on the ground for the insects and animals to feed on. You’d better hope a mountain lion comes across you before any dogs or wolves. You’ll die quicker. The dogs and wolves will eat you alive and you’ll be screaming for death before you get it.”
Bud shuddered. “I’m telling the truth, but you’re going to get yourself killed.”
“A lot of people have said that to me, and they’re all dead.”
Chapter 2
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W hen Jason arrived back at the police station, Kevin was waiting for him.
“What the hell happened?” he exclaimed when he saw Bud.
“He needs some attention, but he’ll be all right. That stump should be disinfected and bandaged properly.”
Kevin sent a militia soldier off to the hospital to bring a nurse back to attend to the prisoner. Jason headed into Kevin’s office while Kevin instructed a police officer to put Bud back in his cell and give him some food, water, and an extra pillow on which to rest his injured hand. After everyone got into action, he closed the door to the office.
“Jason, you’ve got some explaining to do. I’m the acting police chief and this looks too much like what we had before. I hope to hell you got a good reason for this or you’re going to have some big problems with the town council.”
Jason sat down heavily in a chair next to the desk. He sighed. “We’ve got a big problem. One that’s going to change everything.”
“What do you mean? I know Rodney and Billy have been taken hostage, but we can work that out and free them.”
“You think so?” Jason looked at Kevin who was taking a seat behind the desk. “You think that will be the end of it?”
