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Re: Story of fiction and fantasy and science fiction

Postby LostNFound » Thu May 16, 2019 5:35 pm

Jake had moved around 300 yards to the west from the first boulders and called the dog again when he saw it come around the big rock. He sensed the dog was glad to be free but the collar was painful to it. When he spoke, the dog immediately ran toward him and then he saw the leash get caught on some fallen limbs of the yucca trees. He took a chance and flew to the dog and stopped in front of him. The dog looked at him and spoke to him. Will you set me free from this pain? The dog had sat back on its haunches and looked like it was in pain so Jake undid the collar and let it drop to the ground. The Dog was very friendly and was so glad to be free of the heavy ring around his neck. It hurt all the time but the humans that kept him and his other two companions locked up never felt the pain the dogs suffered. Shag moved to the human and bumped against him. Jake picked up the dog and flew back around the rocks. He sat the dog down and told him to be very quiet. The dog watched the human rise up and land on top of the big rock.

The sun had set in the west and dusk was quickly fading as the eastern darkness moved across the land like a wave rushing onto a beach. Jake saw the two men come around the first boulder. Both men stopped and called the dog. “SHAG, COME BOY.” Jake turned around and looked at the dog that remained sitting. He could see the dog was battling a moment of obeying the soldiers and staying free. Jake spoke to him quickly and told him to wait. The dog lay down and put his head on his front legs. Jake turned back to see the soldiers light their torches and flash them around. The soldiers did not call the dog again and shortly, they both turned and left. Jake shook his head at the non concern the soldiers showed about a missing dog but he was glad they did not pursue the search. His next move was to drop down next to the dog and pet him. He had sat down next to Shag as he learned the dogs name and as he patted the dog it raised its head and then moved close and rested his head on Jake’s lap.

Jake talked with Shag and told him about the other animals that he was good friends with while the night sky closed over the top of them. He knew there would be no moon this night so a flying dog would not be noticed he hoped as he picked up Shag who knew what was coming and flew high enough that none of the soldiers could see them unless some star gazer just happened to see a shadow blot out the stars as he and Shag made their way to the Texas border. He came into the southern area and dropped down close to Greg and Tim. Greg was the first to see them as they landed and Jake set Shag down on the ground. The dog stood still for a moment and Jake told him to follow. Jake who was still cloaked walked toward the north and Shag stayed on his heel until he spotted Greg and Tim. Shag stopped again and so did Jake. Greg, talk to Shag he is one of the three dogs from the fort and knows about us. I have brought him to be with us. He is a good tracker. Greg smiled and welcomed Shag. The dog was a golden Lab and Greg fell in love with him right off because he had a dog just like him when he was much younger. As soon as he spoke to the dog, Shag wagged his tail and Jake told him to go. Shag hurried over to Greg and Tim and all three of them became acquainted.

Theresa and Daniel were the next team to the north from Greg and Tim. Jake was flying toward the north to join up with Hank, Mark and Calvin when he noticed the fires on the minion’s line being extinguished. He noticed that it was 21:30 hours and this had not happened before this night. He dropped down to Daniel and Theresa’s position and asked Daniel what he was looking at through his binoculars. Daniel spoke quietly and said “It looks like the troops are dousing the fires; they haven’t done that before tonight. This could be a sign that they are getting ready to move out.” Jeremiah began speaking to all of them telepathically; it appears the Emperors troops are getting ready to make their move so everybody get ready. Keep you eyes on those birds and tanks and pay close attention to the Humvee’s. Hank has said that he has disabled at least three of choppers but they can still shoot, so use the RPG’s the best you can. If we can take out the choppers and Tanks first we may have a good chance. Jake has done the best he can to those tanks but we never know so our priorities are the tanks and the birds first. Michael and Susanna are standing by and will be on top of them before they get to move to far. Everybody stay cloaked and may the Divine Creator guide you all.

Jake levitated and flew toward the North. He was heading toward the Humvee’s and wanted to get into position before the Emperor’s soldiers began their movement. He knew this was going to get bloody and he did not want to kill those soldiers. They were being puppet walked into a death field and he knew there were plenty of them that would not be doing this if the Emperor was not in control. Theresa spoke to Daniel in the mind. We should go and get those other dogs. This is not going to be good for anybody. You and I can move through space and time without the TMG’s and we do not need the belts any longer. I have been inside that fort and so have you. We could also make those death machines go away and those three men that are with the rangers are sitting in that tower. Jock has set the mini guns to knock out the Humvee’s they can see from the North tower. Can we make these troops stop? I know there are only two of us but we can get Michael and Susanna to help. Where is Ian, have you seen him lately? I haven’t seen him since we began to teach the others. I think he is paired up with Randy and no I haven’t seen him either. I heard Randy say something about him before we all came up here. He could help us to stop this murderous action.

Ian sat with Randy Slinger at the southern most position of the rangers. He knew that he and Randy would have to go across the border and stop the Emperors troops. If they did not stop them before they started to move there was going to be a very nasty blood bath. He had taken Randy aside when the others began to teach the new people how to read and speak in the mind and how to use the jet belts and cloaks. He had sensed that Randy already had an open mind and it did not take much for him to open doors to talk in the mind and he began to open doors to be able to levitate without the jet belt and the big one was to be able to disappear without the cloaking device. Randy had exercised with the jet belt and the cloaking device for just a few times when he removed the belt and actually disappeared and reappeared on the cliff top above the camp. Ian went to him and both of them became invisible and flew to the New Mexico side and did a recon on the southern troops and there positions. Ian took him back to the canyon camp and they began to experiment with time and space movement. Randy quickly opened the doors in his mind and soon became like Ian. Ian taught him how to stop or freeze other life forces without harming them. Randy had awoken once Ian began to teach him and his life came into clear focus. He began to remember who he was and where he came from. He knew who he was in previous lifetimes and began to track his existence backward. Ian took him into the no-time and showed him how to move out and in. When the time came to man the line on the border Ian and Randy took the furthest southern post because they both had a plan to try and stop this before people died in mass amounts.

Ian and Randy both heard Theresa and Daniel talking in the mind about trying to stop what was coming. It was only a few hours now that the Emperors soldiers were going to make their move. Jeremiah had sent his thoughts to all of them. Randy was going to move to the North and come back into the soldiers and start removing them as Ian was going to come from the south and do the same. He finally spoke to Theresa and Daniel and told them what he and Randy were getting ready to do. Theresa was glad as Daniel was and she said they were going into the fort and would do the same inside. Daniel had twisted into no-time and came out in the chopper. He told Michael and Susanna what they were going to attempt and about Randy. Susanna told him about Cathy and how she had exhibited the same learning and opening of doors. It was just a matter of time before all of these rangers would be able to do things without the belts and cloaking devices.

It was 03:00 am on the 7th day of May as the young boy from eternity hovered over the group of tents located to the furthest southern point from the snake fort as it had become to be known. He looked into the minds of the men that were sleeping and saw their anxiety and fears of dying. These men were just young boys themselves and how they had been conscripted into this war on the edge of their lives was an enigma to each and every one of them except the older ones who gave them orders to do despicable things to other human beings. Ian could see where they had come from before they had enlisted or been conscripted into the emperors Army. Most of them had family and were forced to join to support the starvation of parents or siblings or even worse the imprisonment of their family members. Most of them never knew of the deaths of those family members after the fact. Ian entered the tents and began to send the boys back to their parents and or families before they became slaves to this moment in time. He knew that Randy was doing the same from the north end and Theresa and Daniel would be working from inside the snake fort. It was a great thing that Cathy and Isaac had joined them and decided to make the tanks and choppers and Humvee’s disappear. Michael and Susanna had also joined the party and the eight mongooses, as they called themselves split up and began to clean up the snakes.

Randy had entered the no-time and re-entered the time line over the campsite of the soldiers at the far Northern edge. He proceeded to do the same thing that Ian was doing at the far southern edge. Randy was sending the soldiers back in time and to their homes or places they were before joining or conscripted into the Emperors Army. He was making his way toward the Fort as Ian was doing. Randy and Ian both had decided to leave at least the leaders of the troops so they would awake to a non-existent army.

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Re: Story of fiction and fantasy and science fiction

Postby LostNFound » Thu May 16, 2019 5:41 pm

Cathy materialized inside the chopper that Hank had not been able to disable. It was dark outside at 03:00 hours but there were spot lights that lit the landing pads of the choppers. She knew that it would not be long before the pilots would be coming to prepare these machines for battle. Her thoughts took her to how fast she was able to open the doors in her mind. Isaac was already in that state of being from his experience into the Dulce underground base. He and Jimmy had been opened by the other team that came from the haven. When they all began to learn at the canyon camp it was as if she had been standing at the doors for a long time waiting for the locks to be picked. When Theresa and Susanna began to teach them how to communicate by telepathy it was as if the doors began to open by themselves and she stepped into those rooms and found her true self as she walked through the corridors of infinity within her being. She stepped into the no-time and became one with the Divine Creator along with Isaac. She could see the others opening doors but just a few at a time. Randy Slinger was just like her, he was able to open his mind and walk along opening the doors. Hanna and Uri were together and would soon enter the universe to do the same as she and Isaac had done. She moved to the pilot’s cabin and began to make all the gear disappear. Her plan was to strip these birds so they would be just shells with no engines or weapons or any thing in the pilot’s cabin that resembled controls. She knew that Hank had done something to the computer systems but she wanted it all to disappear. As she moved from one bird to the other, Isaac was doing the same to the tanks.

Michael and Susanna had taken the part of making the Humvee’s blank boxes with no engines, weapons or even seats. Susanna took the North side and Michael took the south side and soon enough the Humvee’s were nothing more than empty boxes. Susanna and Michael both returned to the chopper and laughed about what they had done. They both knew that Cathy and Isaac were doing the same to the choppers and tanks and it would be so funny to see who actually found the vehicles in the shape they had become. Both of them knew that this little invasion from snake fort was not going to be a blood bath after all. It was going to be a major set back for the Emperor in fact. Theresa and Daniel were going to remove the dogs and the good men from the fort before they caused it to collapse into a giant sink hole. Kevin and Kristyl were up around the Farwell sight to help those folks stop the invasion and Samuel and Mary had told them that they were heading to Mentone. Michael had thought about going down there and helping out so Susanna made contact with Jeremiah and told him what they were going to do. Jeremiah had a good laugh about what the Mongoose teams were doing and was relieved. He knew they would have to remain guarding the snake fort until it was abandoned. What was coming could relieve them to join the Northern teams or even the Eastern teams. It was not known yet what the Emperor had in mind for those areas. Daniel told him that he and Theresa would meet Samuel and Mary at the Mentone fort. There were also the Patriots gathering around Denver for that big push. So that was on every ones mind but Texas had to be secure first. Michael raised the chopper out of the canyon and pointed toward the south. “Mentone here we come.” Susanna had wanted to see her sister and now they were on their way.

The Kennel was set away from any other buildings on the base. The building was small in size and had two small windows that were high up on the walls. The front door opened into a room that had a large cage inside. The two dogs that were inside were both lying down as Theresa materialized inside the cage. The dogs raised their heads to look at her but neither of them let out a bark. Theresa could see that they were starved and the energy level in them was very low. There was a big water pan close to the cage door but it was empty and the food dishes looked like they hadn’t had any food for a few days. The tears welled up in her eyes as she felt the pain and despair in both dogs. She moved to them and bent down, and spoke to both. It’s time to get out of here, I am going to take you to a place where you can eat and drink and get better. The dogs looked at her and tried to wag their tails but it was a feeble attempt. She was sitting in between them and reached out. The barn at the haven was quiet but Theresa talked to the other dogs and told them to come and meet two new companions. The water trough was full and Joanna was sitting with Philamena. She saw Theresa and hurried over and caught the feelings from the two new dogs. She and Theresa had a good talk and she fetched some food for the two dogs as Theresa stood and said she would be back later.

Inside the fort walls there were only about 50 men. The pilots and their co-pilots for the choppers were in one barracks while the tank crews were in another. The men that would be driving the Humvee’s had all been stuck in another barracks building and then there were the men that manned the fort on a regular basis. The two officers that commanded the fort had their own quarters within the HQ building. Daniel had moved around and looked into the minds of the men as they slept and found that most of them did not want to be here and especially being involved in this movement to invade Texas. He began to send these men back in time and place like Randy and Ian were doing. He left the chopper pilots and the tank commanders and a few of the Humvee drivers. Theresa joined him and together they found Jock Savage in the northeast tower with Lance Rodgers and Bill Larsen. Jock told them that the other Guard towers were occupied and the men in them were all Emperor Minions. He had set his mini guns up to take out the Humvee’s on the North side but that was all he could do. He was sure that when he and his compatriots fired on the Humvee’s the others would take this tower out but they were ready to die. Daniel felt for them and told them he was going to send them to another place where they could join with the patriots to fight the Emperor. He told them that the snake fort was going to cease to exist after this day was done. All three men found themselves in a large cavern and were greeted by a Major and a Lieutenant who promptly got them acquainted with other soldiers.

Ian and Randy stepped out into the time line at their previous guard post and smiled. They would not be seeing any soldiers coming from the New Mexico state today. They had spread the word to the others up the line to just keep an eye out for any stragglers that might come this way later. Cathy and Isaac materialized back at their gun post and hugged each other, it seemed the solution that Daniel and Theresa had arrived at was the best and this would be a bad day for the Emperor. What the little toad would do after finding out how his fort and soldiers had come to a bad end was not known yet but it was a sure bet that he would react in a nasty way. They both knew what was going to happen to the fort and passed the word along to be watching for anyone that might survive.

Major Fredrick Gorshavic stood in his living quarters drinking his first cup of coffee. He was waiting for Lieutenant Brandon Horiwitz to show up. It was 03:45 am on the 7th of May and they would be moving across the border at 05:00 am this morning in the push to destroy the Texas Rangers and move toward Lubbock where they would destroy that city before going to Dallas and on to the capitol city of Houston. The fort to the North at the I-40 would be making their move to secure Amarillo while the platoons at Texico would push into Farwell and spearhead to Lubbock and meet up to form a bigger Battalion to strike into Dallas. The northern battalions and Eastern Battalions would wait to hear from the Western movements before making their strike into the Nation of Texas. Fredrick had been itching to kill the rangers. They were a major thorn in his side and he never could catch any of them and their hideout could never be found. Of course he had quit sending any scouts into that god forsaken land because they never returned. He could swear there was real bad spirits or something over there and it made him itchy all over. The two companies of soldiers he had been given were not near enough and he had voiced his concerns to the damn generals but was humiliated by them in front of the Emperor for being a coward. The Emperor made it a point to tell him that if he failed in his mission to kill or capture any of the rangers he would not live to regret it. Damn he really hated that little toad. He was going to be in one of the choppers and hopefully they would find the hideout of the rangers and blow them off the map. He was mulling over the days activities when the knock came on his door.

“Come” he said as he poured himself another cup of coffee. Lieutenant Horiwitz opened the door and moved to stand next to a map of the border that was directly to the east of the fort. The map extended to the north around 20 miles as well as to the south about the same. There were markers of places that were suspected of being possible hideouts of the rangers. “Get a cup of coffee; I take it you have eaten as well as the others?” “Yes sir, the pilots and tank crews are just finishing up as we speak. They will be going to get the birds and armor warmed up,” he looked at his chronometer and continued. “Captain Schist and lieutenant Bollworm will be awaiting your boarding. I am going with Lieutenant Noland in his tank. I think we should be firing into the damn canyon first.” “Yes lieutenant, I think you are right but not before Captain Schist makes a good sweep through it and the other choppers should follow us.” Horiwitz nodded in acknowledgment and studied the map one last time as he sipped his coffee.

The Humvee crews had entered the mess hall just as the pilots were finishing up. The Tank crews were sitting around some tables off to themselves. It seemed that the tank crews and the Chopper boys had an affinity for each other. They never seemed to get along. Sergeant Slapper and Corporal Fist sat down with the other Humvee crews and watched as the flyboys begin to leave the room. Whoever cooked this food this morning was gone and that seemed a little strange? The food was stacked in heated bins so everyone was helping themselves. Sergeant Slapper looked around and noticed something totally different. There were none of the regular soldiers that inhabited this fort in the mess hall. He had seen them glob up the food lines everyday since he had come here 3 weeks prior. He had even got to know some of them so not seeing them this morning threw flags in his face. This was the day they were going to invade Texas and he expected to see this cafeteria full. He looked at Sergeant Potter and asked “hey Ted, you seen any of the regulars in hear this morning? Sergeant Ted Potter had been in the mess hall for at least 30 minutes now and as he looked around, the absence of the regulars slapped him in the face. He turned to Carl and said “I haven’t seen any of them since I have been in hear this morning, kinda strange don’t you think? Maybe they were sent out to the lines.” Ted kept looking around and said “where is Sergeant Garrison and his crew and I don’t see Earl Harding and Corporal Tomilson.” Carl Slapper shook his head as if to knock the cobwebs away. “Damn, I didn’t see them in the barracks, what the hell is going on?” He stood up and moved toward the doors. “Where you going Carl, wait up.” Ted Potter stood and followed Slapper. Both men crossed the yard to their barracks and entered. The building was empty; they looked around and found that the racks of the missing men were not even used. They looked in the lockers and found that they were empty. It was as if these men didn’t exist but that was crazy, Slapper had talked with them the day before. “What the hell is going on here,” Carl said to the air. He spun around and headed for the doors.

Carl and Ted hurriedly walked to the enlisted barracks of the regular soldiers that were stationed at this fort. Carl burst through the front doors and stopped frozen in place. There were only 4 racks in this particular building. He turned and rushed out and went to the other one. When he entered he could see only 5 racks. None of this made any sense. He looked at his chronometer and looked at Ted. It was 0400 hours and they needed to be at their Humvee’s getting ready to cross the mile to the border and into Texas. Ted had his Humvee on the south side of the fort whereas Carl’s was on the North side. Carl almost ran back to the mess hall and told Ted to get his team and get to his vehicle. He burst through the doors and stopped so suddenly that Ted smashed into him. Both men almost fell over. The mess hall was empty. Both men turned and ran out and split up, Carl running to the gate that would take him to his Humvee on the North side while Ted did the same toward the south side. Carl ran through the open gate and saw the tank crews standing around. They had grouped up and no one was in the tanks. He thought that was weird and ran for his Humvee. Sergeant Harsh and his two man crew were standing between his Humvee and theirs. He did not see any of the other crews. He saw Corporal Fist standing next to his Humvee but did not see private Meek. He slowed to a walk and approached Fist who seemed to be in a daze. “What is the matter with you, we are supposed to be leaving for that border in 20 minutes. You know how this vehicle has to warm up?” Fist looked at him with a far off stare and motioned with his hand at the Humvee. Carl looked at him and asked where Private Meek was as he approached the vehicle. He did not hear Fist give an answer and opened the door to his Humvee. His heart did a rhythmic jump in his chest and he backed away from the vehicle. There was nothing inside the shell all he could see was ground and the exterior of the vehicle on the inside. He spun on Fist and grabbed him, and began to shake him. What the hell is happening here, where are the men, what happened to this vehicle?” He gazed at the other crew but they were as perplexed as he was. He ran to the other vehicles and saw the same thing. He backed up and looked at the turret on top and it was empty, No mini-gun which was the same for all of them. Four empty boxes on wheels.

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Re: Story of fiction and fantasy and science fiction

Postby LostNFound » Thu May 16, 2019 5:45 pm

Lieutenant Noland had gathered his crew and met with the other two crews that would be operating the tanks. He was to wait for Lieutenant Horiwitz before they began their approach to the border. The other tanks would split up and go south and north. When he came through the gate he noticed the crews standing in a group and talking quietly. He approached and asked what was going on, the tanks should be idling by now. Lieutenant Veritas looked at him with a blank face and said, “We don’t have any tanks Noland, These things are just shells like a cardboard box.” Lieutenant Noland heard what Veritas said but it did not register with him. He walked to the tank and climbed up and got to the turret. The heavy machine gun was gone, he dropped into the pit and opened the hatch and froze. All he could see was the ground. He looked inside as best he could without falling and there were no computers or controls of any kind. He looked back up and the cannon barrel was still there. This was all crazy, how could this be? He was at a complete loss. It was when the Humvee crews came over and said the Humvee’s were empty boxes that he looked through his binoculars at where the line of troops were supposed to be and saw only a few men standing around. He slowly lowered his binoculars and jumped from the tank to the ground. He looked at the crews and walked toward the gate. This was the strangest thing he had ever witnessed and he was going to have some words with the Major.

On the south side of the fort the chopper crews and Humvee crews were standing around in a group also. Captain Schist and lieutenant Bollworm had opened the hatch to their chopper and Schist was silent for a few moments before he started cursing. The inside of the bird was blank; it was as if it was just a shell with the rotor attached as an illusion or sick joke. He found out quick enough that the other three birds were the same. “Damnit Bollworm, this is completely beyond anything I have ever heard of.” He looked at the other pilots and started to move toward the gate. It was 04:15 am and these birds should be warming up. Sergeant Lance Browning approached the Pilots at that moment leading the other Humvee crews. “What the hell is happening here Captain, our vehicles are nothing but shells, like fake empty cans and there ain’t any troops on the south line except a few sergeants? How are we supposed to invade Texas without any troops or armor support? This entire joke of an invasion is stupid.” Schist just looked at the Sergeant with disdain and spun around to continue his walk back into the fort, he was going to have some words with the damn Major about this funny business.

Sergeant Newman Haley and Corporal Ken Jordison stood in the Southeastern tower and watched the Pilots and Humvee crews gather close to the choppers. They couldn’t hear the conversations that were happening but it did seem that these men were upset about something. Haley looked through his binoculars at the Texas border and could not see any rangers or any defense force. He knew the rangers could hide very well so that wasn’t any flag to him but this business happening on the chopper pads gave him pause. The choppers were supposed to be warming up for the invasion that was to begin in 30 minutes. He had turned his binoculars to the group and saw one of the men point toward the south. He swung his binoculars toward the south then and stopped for a second. Then spoke to Jordison. “What happened to all the troops that were lined up down there, they seem to be gone.” As he was saying this he swung his binoculars across the land toward Texas to see if the troops had already started their advance. He couldn’t see any and said “this is real peculiar, where are they? Call Savage, I want to know what he sees on the North side.” Jordison called Savage on the two way radio but there was only static. Haley swung his binoculars to the Northeast guard tower and swore. The tower was empty as far as he could see. “What the”, he spoke and swung his binoculars to the Northwest tower. He could see Corporal Orland and Private Korland looking down toward the North. Mumbling to himself he swung the binoculars to the Southwest tower and saw Sergeant Young and Private Cordiner. “Call Orland, I want to know what is happening to The North Damnit.”

Major Gorshavic and Lieutenant Horiwitz were packing their small bags in preparation to move out into the destiny of recapturing Texas. The Major had dreamed of this moment so much since his first briefing of the invasion. His actions reminded Horiwitz of a puppy dog that would shake itself to the point of peeing all over when it was greeted by its owner. His mind was settled on the killing of the Texas Rangers that no one could ever find and who caused so much grief for this fort. When the fully equipped missile silos became empty and full of snakes it spelled the end of his career. He remembered the whole affair and it still made him red hot angry. Today was going to be his retribution against those damn Indians as he called them. Both men had strapped on their side arms and were heading for the door when it burst open and Captain Schist stood in the opening. The man had his pistol in his hand and just stared at them. Schist stepped in and stood to the side as he told the Major and the Lieutenant to back up. Lieutenant Noland, bollworm and Veritas moved in and stood next to the Captain. Gorshavic and Horiwitz were completely taken by surprise and stepped back as the Captain told them to do. “What is the meaning of this Captain Schist? You had better explain yourself as well as the rest of you.”

Schist was the first to speak. “Suppose you tell us Major, just what the hell you are pulling off here. We do not think it is funny that our choppers and tanks and Humvee’s are all fake boxes of nothing and most of the troops are gone missing and by the way most of the men that are stationed or were stationed here are gone also. So tell us Major and you too Lieutenant.” The Major and the Lieutenant looked at each other and turned to the group. “We don’t know what you are talking about Captain but we need to make our move toward that border, it is now 04:50 and we must move at the same time the other commanders’ move give or take a few minutes.” “I don’t think you heard me Major, There is not going to be an invasion today or any other from this particular fort. The companies are gone; our choppers are nothing but empty tin cans as well as the tanks and the Humvee’s. Most of your men that were stationed here are missing. There are only the few of us and you and maybe around10 more between the north and south lines. You have two Humvee’s that are still in working order and we are taking them. You can stay and pretend to play this dirty little war you and your kind dream about but we are not going up against God knows what without our weapons, our armor or troops.”

The rumbling started and the building shook. Schist said “WHAT IS THAT?” as they all heard the crashing of a building. They all turned and ran outside. The men who had stayed outside were running toward the west gate when the fisher opened up and they disappeared. The men that just ran out of the HQ heard the screaming as those men fell to their deaths. Schist grabbed three of the pilots and ran to the first Humvee that was parked next to the building. They piled in and the building next to them caved in. Schist had started the vehicle and peeled away from the building as it fell in on itself. Schist was heading for the side gate when the buildings began to fall into a giant sink hole. He drove the vehicle through the gate just as the wall crumbled and the rear of the vehicle was caught in the earth as it fell away. The men began to scream but the rumbling noise and the crashing of the buildings drown out their screams as the vehicle disappeared into the dirt and rubble of the structures that encompassed the fort as the entire structure began to fall into the giant hole that was caused as the earth fell away. The old silos that were empty also fell into the hole. The men that were in the towers tried to jump clear but to no avail as the structures fell inward and down into the sink hole.

Sergeant Harvey Wallbanger was standing in the group of 8 others about ¾’s of a mile to the south of the fort when they heard the rumbling and watched in amazement as the base/fort began to disappear into the earth. They had already been wicked out that their men had gone missing and now the entire fort was disappearing right before their eyes. To the North another small group of soldiers witnessed the same thing. They all watched as the smoke and dust raised in great billows the size of the perimeter of the fort. It was clear in their minds that something completely unreal had happened this day and they were all glad that they did not have to walk into a murderous spray of bullets and die on the desert floor of New Mexico. Sergeant Laurence Oliver decided to lead his men to the Texas border and surrender to the Texans. They all dropped their weapons and began to walk to the east. It was a good mile to the border but it was a sure bet that they would not make it to the west and all of them were ready to be shod of serving the Emperor. The Men to the south had come to the same conclusion and began to do the same. The smoke and dust from the sink hole rose into the sky for a good mile on this 7th day of May 2039.

Eight unarmed soldiers on the south end of the sink hole made their way to the big wash and began to enter to approach the Texas border when four rangers materialized in the air right in front of them. They were told to follow them and they all moved through the wash in a special path to avoid the claymores and IED’s. On the North end the 5 soldiers crossed the flats and started to enter the wash when four other rangers materialized and led them through the deadly mine field. The soldiers from both ends were very thankful that they did not try to cross this big wash in their rush to invade. The Rangers took them in and began to recruit them into the Texas Nation.

Daniel, Theresa, Ian, Randy, Cathy and Isaac levitated to the big sink hole and began to fill the giant hole with more dirt from the surrounding sides. All of the silos had fallen in and were no longer visible. They all made the empty vehicles and choppers disappear and cleared the tents and camp sights that had been left by the soldiers on the north and south lines. The area had become a natural landscape once again except for the rather large indentation with an old road ending at the edge of it. When they were done, they began to remove the mines that had been planted and send them to an armory in Dallas. This part of the border became a barren desert once again. It had been pocked marked with farms at a time in the past and perhaps it would be that way again. Daniel, Theresa and Ian were going to meet up with Michael and Susanna down in Mentone and it was known that there was an invasion happening down there as they spoke. Randy, Isaac and Cathy decided to stay with the rangers at this border for now and they planned to patrol to the north and south further to make sure that the Emperor did not try to place more of his minions into the open areas. The men that had come from the lines had all pledged their allegiance to the Nation of Texas and for once in their lives they had real purpose and the fight for right was on their side. It was 07:00 am on the 7th of May when all of this was said and done and Jeremiah was waiting for communication from Sam Houston about the Northern and Eastern borders. The Mongooses had taken the snakes down. All was well at the moment.

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63 THE ROAD TO LUBBOCK

Mica Isazi had made it back across the border. He had to drive 25 miles north of Texico before he could go east to cross. The car he was driving ran out of gas and he coasted it into a big clump of brush. He had to walk at least a mile to cross over and spent another day once inside Texas, getting to Bovina. He knew the Sheriff and planned to give his Intel once he reached the town. The country side of farms appeared to be deserted as he walked on the back road. He thought that the good people had already been warned of an invasion and were hunkered down. He finally came across an old truck on the side of the road and was able to get it started. He then drove into Bovina which was only a few more miles. As he drove into the small town, he noticed that it was deserted or that was the appearance and feeling. He drove straight to the sheriff office and parked the truck. When he reached the front door it was locked. He looked through the windows and the office was empty. He really needed to get to the radio but breaking into the office was not going to be a good thing to do. As he climbed back into the truck, Sheriff Roberts drove up and seemed to be in a hurry. Mica climbed out and waited for the Sheriff to get out of his car.

Kirk climbed from his car and hurried toward the office, He needed to grab the other AR25’s and the rest of the ammo for them. He saw Mica standing next to a truck and said “good to see you Mica, I am glad you are here. You come to help? We are getting ready to have this damn battle with those soldiers down at Texico. Seems they want to invade us or something. Help me get the rest of the weapons, we got two Humvee’s equipped with the .50’s.” Kirk had opened the office and was rushing toward the small armory he had in the back room. Mica listened to him and knew the invasion was just beginning. He needed to inform Amarillo but somehow he figured they already knew and could be in the middle of a battle right now. “How many people you got Kirk and do you have any armor? Those people got two tanks and two choppers, I was there two days ago and they definitely seemed to be ramping up to attack.” Kirk unlocked the chain that secured the rifles and handed two to Mica. Mica could see that there were 7 rifles and took two more as Kirk grabbed what he could and ran for his car. “We got to get these to the folks that are dug in down at Farwell.” As they took the rifles to the car, Kirk said “there are 10- 200 round ammo can’s in there that need to come with us. Grab yourself a side arm and take one of these rifles while you’re at it. We got men coming in from the ranches with their LAV-25’s and hopefully they can get into position before those soldiers come through that wall.” Both men were running back and fourth from the car to the office. Kirk side stepped the third time in and grabbed a Kevlar vest and tossed it at Mica. “Put this on, it might save your life, hurry we got to get down there ASAP. Henry and Martha are already taking one of the Humvee’s down there and the other one is being driven by two boys I deputized this morning, lets go, The time was 20:37 pm on the 6th of May 2039.

Captain Jon Ritter sat in his office on the small base just west of Texico, contemplating his orders from General Harchall. It was just a few hours away that he was going to invade Texas and push his way to Lubbock. He was supposed to meet Major Gorshavic from the No nuke fort and Major Cramer from the I-40 fort on the 10th of May. His company was the closest and he was to set up a blockade on the Northwestern side of the city while Major Gorshavic would come in from the southwest and spread his troops around the southern outskirts of that city. Major Cramer was going to lay waste to Amarillo and drop directly south so he would take the North and spread around to the east. Once they were in place they would lay waste to Lubbock and join forces to move toward Dallas. The plan was to surround Dallas and wait for General Thomar to bring his Battalion from Oklahoma while General Boudreaux pushed in from the east. Dallas would fall to the Brigade of troops with the choppers and artillery. From there they would move to Houston and wipe it off the map or at least take it and Texas would fall to the Emperor. The orders had filtered down that the Emperor did not want prisoners other than the President and his cabinet of Texas. It seemed that the Emperor had big plans for them. Ritter shivered at that thought because he knew how psychopathic the little toad was and most men were afraid of what the man would do at any given time.

Jon was no fool; he knew this wild hair brained scheme of the emperor was a pipe dream at best. The real army that might have taken Texas back was lost in China and could not get back to the States. All the fighter planes and bombers had been lost over their. The ones that remained in the States had slowly been demolished by the patriotic forces that could not be controlled. The police forces and what military that was available had started becoming impotent in this country over the last 5 years. He had heard of the fiasco that happened a few weeks earlier where Boudreaux had tried to enter with a full company and lost a full compliment of 200 soldiers to the civilians of Texas. He knew that the Nation was fully armed. Every citizen had guns and the armor was plentiful also. He did not know what kind of air power they might have and that scared him. The Texans were fierce fighters and that gave him even more nightmares. He knew deep down he was going to loose plenty of men on this excursion. His plan aside from the Generals was to save as many of these men as he could so he devised his own plan of attack.

Jon had 1 platoon of men on this little outpost who consisted of 4 squads and a full compliment of 50 soldiers including the officers. For the last three weeks he had been getting a steady boost of troops from north and south. The two M1A30 tanks had arrived just this past week and the two choppers had flown in just three days earlier. His compliment of soldiers to date was 125 enlisted and 14 officers. In his mind this was not near enough troops and armor to penetrate into a country full of guns. Farwell was a small town and he did not know what they might have for defense. His plan was to shell it from this side thoroughly until he could send a tank and some Humvee’s through the big steel doors. He would then send the troops through behind those vehicles. The two choppers were going to cloak and fly in from the north and south to strafe any type of armor the Texans might have. He had already sent one of the tanks and a Humvee with 29 troops to the south two days prior. They would enter into Texas and make their way over to the route 70 and block the road for any escape from Farwell as he laid waste to it. He was hoping to get through that gate city without any casualties but he knew there was bound to be some. He had set up the ground mortars that could be moved by two men. The tank he kept and would go through the gate behind the Humvee’s and mop up any pockets of resistance, had been moved west far enough to shoot its cannon with accuracy over the wall. He had stationed men on the top of the wall to give SITREP’s and targets for the tank. He was lying on his bed thinking of all this and how it was to start at 05:00 am. He wanted the tank to start firing at 04:30 am so the town would be on fire and in rubble before the troops went through the doors. He looked at his chronometer and decided to get a few hours of sleep. It was 23:10 pm so he turned off the light and fell into a fitful sleep full of anxiety.

Walt Peterson had stayed on the old cell tower for the past two days. The activity in the out post on the far side of Texico had become almost furious. He had watched one tank travel west on the old route 60 for a few hundred yards as best he could tell and spin around with its cannon pointing at the wall. He didn’t see the other tank and wondered where it was. The Humvee’s were parked in a row close to the gate off the post. He had watched men putting things into them the past day. The two choppers still sat on their pads and no one had come close to them. He could see the big power cords laying across the ground running from a building to them. He knew they were being continuously charged. His daughter climbed the tower and set a basket of food on the platform for him. “Dad you gotta eat and I want you to come down tonight and get some proper sleep. You can get Ollie Hargrove to come and keep watch. You can’t keep this up; you know your heart can’t handle this.” Walt lowered his binoculars and looked at his daughter as he reached into the basket and pulled out a sandwich. “What’s in the sandwich tonight?” Carla just looked at her Dad with a frown on her face which he couldn’t see because it was dark. “It’s roast beef Dad and there is some potato salad and some apples and here is your thermos full of hot coffee.” “Thank you my dear lovely daughter, I don’t know what I would do without you.” If Walt could see his daughters face he would notice the tears welling up in her eyes. Carla had lost her mother one year ago to a cancer that was terminal. Her father had become very distant to her after that and stuck to himself. Most of the folks became concerned for him and mostly her because he just shut himself away from everybody. She looked at her chronometer and said. “It’s almost midnight Dad, why don’t you come down and get some good rest; I can go and get Ollie.” Walt could hear the pain in his daughters voice and said “Okay sweetie you go and get Ollie and send him on up. I will eat my dinner while you do that and as soon as he gets here I will come home. Carla smiled and her heart jumped with relief. She kissed her Dad and scooted to the ladder. “I’ll see you at the house” and she was climbing down the ladder. She was going to get Ollie and tell him to hurry.

Kirk and Mica Pulled up to the two Humvee’s that were parked on the side of the old State Route 60, and noticed the small group of men and boys standing around talking with Henry and Martha. Kirk hopped out and opened the trunk of the car. “Over here boys, get yourselves armed and grab the Magazines and take the extra ammo cans.” The three men and 4 boys hurried over and began to arm themselves. They were about 1 mile from the border wall and Kirk asked Henry, “any news about the movements yet?’ “Yeah Walt says they moved one of the tanks back a ways on the old 60 and it is just sitting with its barrel pointed at us. He also says the post is quiet at the moment but the personnel activity was real busy earlier. He hasn’t seen the other tank but you bet its setting somewhere ready to advance.” Mica heard the part about the tank being moved back and then pointing its barrel toward the wall. He asked Henry if Walt had said anything about the angle of the barrel. “No he just said it was pointed at the wall.” Mica looked at Kirk and asked where all the people were at the moment. Kirk looked at him with a question on his face until the light bulb came on. “Oh crap, he exclaimed, those bastards are going to shell us. Henry and all of you get into town and tell the people to get out of their houses. Tell them that we are going to have to be on the move as best we can. If this is what I think, they are going to shell us until they think they can come through the wall doors with some safety. If they bring those damn Humvee’s through first they will rake the area with those mini guns and that ain’t gonna be pretty. We need to get everybody as close to that wall as possible. Henry you take these Humvee’s down there and park as close as you can get to the doors and whatever comes through you empty the .50’s on, you hear me?”

Martha knew this was going to be bad for Farwell. She had packed the RPG’s in the Humvee’s and had placed the claymores and hand grenade crates in the vehicles also. “Henry, we can plant some of the claymores at the gates and everybody needs to carry some of the grenades. We have two RPG’s and plenty of rockets for them so someone needs to get located in direct firing sight of the gates.” Mica walked up to Martha and said, Show me the RPG’s and you know how to activate the claymores so let’s get going, I don’t think we have much time before this fiasco starts. Two of the young boys, who couldn’t be more than 15 or 16 volunteered to go with Mica. Mica was reluctant to drag these two youngsters into where he was going but an older man came over and said “These two are my sons and they know how to fight, you won’t deny them the right to fight for their freedom now will you?” Mica had a moment of heart felt regret for possibly insinuating that anyone would not be good in this fight. He stuck out his hand and said “I am Mica and I would be honored to have both of you with me down at that wall. The older boy shook his hand and said, I am Kenneth Lariby and this is my brother Robert and we both know how to use the RPG’s.”

25 miles southeast of Texico and 5 miles inside the Texas border, Lieutenant Anton Lomax stood in the pit of the turret on the tank. They had just left a large farm house on a county road where they found it to be completely empty. The 29 troops had searched the entire house and barns and only saw the animals. Anton thought it was very strange that they had been able to get this far in without some resistance from the Texans. They had driven by a number of farm houses that were empty and his nerves were on edge as he told the soldiers to keep on their toes. He had read the report of the fiasco that happened to General Louie Boudreaux and the company of men and women he tried to enter on the eastern border. That gave him the creeps on this mission. He had his Tank and crew and 1 Humvee with 29 troops, in all there were only 35 of them and if the people rose up they could be dead fairly quickly. Captain Ritter, ordered him to take his tank and these men and make a penetration to the south and make their way to the state route 70 and then come back up to Farwell. His plan was sound and He and his men were to pinch the town from the southeast and they would penetrate from there towards Lubbock on the 70 once Farwell was cleaned. That meant that it would be burned to the ground and anyone that wasn’t killed outright would be rounded up and shot. The orders were clear from the Emperor to kill the Texans where ever they went. Anton didn’t exactly agree with that genocidal action but he couldn’t do anything to stop it. The troops had set the farm house on fire and they were moving eastward on the road when the Humvee in front of the tank exploded in a giant fireball and He saw at least 5 men fly backward from the explosion.

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Milo Hanson had gathered his son Mathew and 4 of his best ranch hands and taken his two LAV-25’s and drove toward Farwell. He had to come up from the south which was halfway between Farwell and Lubbock. One of his LAV’s had the SRM-30 anti tank missiles mounted and the other had the 25mm chain gun. He had been told by Kirk Roberts that the Emperors soldiers had at least two tanks and two choppers and it looked like they could be building up their troops to a full company maybe more. Milo had heard about the buildup up on the I-40 border fort also. He knew about the rangers south of him on the border and that fort down there. It had finally come to the war of the Emperor trying to take back Texas. The threats had been building for a few years now and in light of that the whole people of Texas were on alert it seemed almost constantly. Today he sat in the heavy thick cottonwoods that surrounded the Petrovski Farm house. He and Mathew and Nathan Warren sat in the LAV with the chain gun while Tom Mohn, Bill Jessie, and Pat Wyatt sat in the other LAV with the SRM-30 at the far end of the house. All of the farmers from down the road and the Petrovski’s had placed themselves around the buildings and trees. Two of the Petrovski boys had climbed into the big cottonwoods and were relaying INTEL about the tank, the Hummer and the small platoon of men that were walking along around the vehicles.

The Carlson farm house had just been torched and Greg and his wife Debra along with their two children, Mike and Barbara, were in the Barn with the Petrovski’s. Everybody was armed including the children who knew how to use a weapon quite accurately. Milo had signaled to Tom to ready the SRM’s, while he had Nathan and Mathew load the chain gun and set the sights on the Humvee in front of the tank. County road 88 was about to be in an altercation of epic proportions. The timing of firing was going to be close and if that damn tank got off a round, no telling what it would destroy. The Tank and Humvee with the soldiers had crossed the border yesterday and made slow progress to this point. Everybody had been warned within a 20 mile diameter and were hiding and waiting for this bunch to get to the right spot before attacking them. Milo and his LAV’s just happen to show up and it was fortunate. Milo watched the Tank roll out just after the Humvee and they all waited for the bunch of them to get close enough to not miss when they shot the missiles and the 25mm’s. Mathew caught the Humvee in his target focal and followed it until the right moment dinged on a quiet monitor of the target scope. Nathan fired the chain gun and as it was, the first round hit the Humvee dead on in the engine compartment and the second round caught the mini-gun turret on top. The third round sailed through the fireball and landed in the middle of the troops that were just starting to scatter.

Anton Lomax ducked from pure reflex from the first explosion and when the turret blew a piece of shrapnel caught him across his left shoulder, Through the melee of destruction he was yelling at Sergeant Hofstadter to target where that attack came from. Hofstadter tried to move his cannon barrel toward the target when the 5 SRM’s collided into the tank. Anton left his corporeal body instantly while the two inside the tank looked at each other just before their ordinance exploded in a small mushroom cloud. The complete turret and barrel blew upward and flew through the air, landing on a squad of the soldiers who screamed just before they expired. Five more missiles skimmed across the top of the tank that was now a big mass of fire and black smoke and landed in the road and field behind the conflagration. The explosions took out 10 more of the soldiers. The rest of the soldiers were running in different directions trying to find some kind of cover.

Milo and the others at the Petrovski farm watched the fireballs and smoke roil into the sky and waited anxiously to see who might still be alive at the site. Milo pulled out a bull horn and spoke to whoever might be out there. He knew there were still some soldiers alive and he meant to give them a chance to stay alive. “WHOEVER IS LEFT OUT THERE, THROW DOWN YOUR WEAPONS AND SURRENDER. WE WILL TAKE YOU BACK TO THE BORDER.” The people in the barn and the house came out and moved to a point behind the LAV’s.

Master Sergeant Jarrod Lock leaned against the drain ditch bank that was next to the road. His side burned like hell. He had been hit with shrapnel when the Humvee blew up. It had actually knocked him into the ditch. He was in water up to his waist and his hearing was still muffled from the explosion. He knew the tank was demolished and the Lieutenant was dead. This damn mission was a wasted endeavor. He wasn’t sure how many of his men were still alive. There were 5 of them lying in the ditch and on the field that he could see and it was a sure bet they were dead. He started to crawl up the bank when three of his men scrambled over the edge and slid into the water. He looked at Corporal Jensen and asked “how many of us are left?” Jensen looked at him through a haze. His eyes had been flashed when the tank exploded, he was lucky to have fallen away from the side where the Turret landed. He had lain on the road until everything went quiet and finally rolled away from the conflagration and over the edge of the road into the drain ditch. “I don’t know Sergeant, I was blown back when the Humvee exploded and then the tank blew its top. We lost three in the Humvee for sure and the Lieutenant and his crew are gone.” Jensen gazed around and counted the bodies lying in odd angles in the ditch and field. His mind was boggled and his eyes were still hazy along with his hearing. “Ain’t no telling how many others took it when the tank blew?”

Jarrod winched with pain and looked down at his side. His breath caught suddenly and he looked up with a daze in his eyes. Jensen looked at him and down at his side. The blood soaked shirt was ripped and he could see the piece of jagged metal sticking from the Sergeants side. “Damn Sergeant, we got to get that out of you or you’ll die.” Private’s Hoshkist and Killdare who had come over the bank with Corporal Jensen, were both almost deaf from the explosions. As they lay against the bank and breathed heavily the ditch water soaked their cloths. Hoshkist had blood running down the side of his face from what could be a head wound. Killdare was looking up at the sky as if he could not see anything. Hoshkist shook him and Killdare fell over into the water. Hoshkist grabbed at him and pulled him back up and laid him against the bank. He then turned to the Corporal and said “I think there are some men down the road toward that farm house we set fire to. They may have run that way when the world exploded.” Corporal Jensen moved around Hoshkist and looked at Killdare. The man was not breathing. Jensen reached over and slapped the man’s face but there was no response. He grabbed the man as he slid down and tried to prop him back up and that is when he felt the wetness on the man’s back. He rolled him over and sure enough his entire back was caked in blood. He realized the man was dead and stepped around him to look down the ditch toward the farm house that was burning in the front area. He saw the small group of men wading their way toward the farm. They all seemed to be armed and he knew they were heading for a safe place back at the farm.

Jensen clawed his way to the top of the bank and peered over. All he could see was the fiery mass of metal and black smoke and the dead bodies lying around. He looked back at the soldiers making their way to the burning farm and down at the Sergeant who was trying to stand up in the water. He watched Private Hoshkist wade over and take a hold of the sergeant. He turned back to the road and his mind flooded with Sergeant Lock’s words just the day before. The Sergeant had cursed to the Lieutenant about this death mission and told him that they should stay in Texico and enter with the main force. The argument was heated but in the end the lieutenant told Lock that he would shoot him if he didn’t follow the order. He was looking in the road and saw two rifles lying close to each other. He decided to crawl over and fetch them and did so as Hoshkist helped the Sergeant wade down the ditch toward the farm. Jensen grabbed the rifles and crawled back over the bank. He slung one rifle over his shoulder and gave the other one to Hoshkist. As they semi-drug the Sergeant toward the farm they heard the voice over the bull horn telling them to surrender and they would be escorted back to the border. He didn’t know if the others ahead of him could hear that order but he kept moving with the sergeant and Hoshkist.

Sergeant Billy Sanderson waded through the ditch in front of the 7 men that had made it to the ditch after the explosions. He had witnessed most of the platoon die in those first few explosions. He was in the rear of the platoon behind the tank when the Humvee blew. The squads around the Hummer and the tank took the explosion force head on and he watched in slow motion as the men were blown into the air and backwards. The explosion of the tank was almost simultaneous with the Hummer and the men around it had no chance to disperse. He saw the tank turret lift off the chassis of the tank and flip over in the air and land on an entire squad of men. He was cursing as he ran for the side of the road with his squad. The second round of missiles skimmed over the tank chassis and made contact on the road and the field. He lost 4 of his squad when that happened. Through the conflagration he jumped into the ditch that was a good 10’ below the road surface. When the shelling had stopped he looked up to see 7 of his men lying in the water and on the bank. His mind was foggy but he took count and looked at the farm house that they had set on fire not 40 minutes earlier. It was aflame with black smoke roiling skyward. Thank God they hadn’t torched all the buildings and he began to move down the ditch toward that farm. There they could at least have some cover and make a stand. The men followed him and they made their way along the ditch. They were within a hundred yards when they heard the voice telling them to surrender.

Milo had spoken twice into the bull horn and he couldn’t see any movement. The tank and Hummer were burning with flame and black smoke so it was hard to see if anyone was moving beyond them. The Carlson’s and Petrovski’s were standing ready around the LAV’s and Greg was cursing because his house was burning and he couldn’t get there to put it out. Milo did not want to move until he could be at least reasonably sure the good people would not be shot by these rogue minions of the Emperor’s Army. Neither he nor any of his people had any idea how many of them might have been killed with the initial attack. They had counted at least 20 or more men walking along with the tank and Hummer but they couldn’t be sure how many were in those vehicles. Milo knew that the Tank usually had a compliment of three and the Hummer could have anywhere from two to eight people in it. He spoke to Tom and the people that had gathered around the LAV’s and told them to stay close to the vehicles as he and Tom moved out. “We are going to drive over to that mess and see if there are any survivors. We will have to take them back to the border and release them if they surrender but if they give us resistance and try to shoot anyone, you all know what to do. So stay alert and pay attention to that ditch, they could be hiding in it.” He told Mathew to roll out slowly and keep the 25 pointed at the fires. He motioned to Tom and they began to drive to the road and turn toward the burning vehicles. He had primed his .50 cal heavy machine gun and was looking wearily at the menagerie in front of him as they drove slowly toward it. He looked at his chronometer and then at the sun that was getting low in the West. He did not want to confront these soldiers in the dark so time was of essence now. It was 17:35 hours on this 6th day of May and He needed to get up to Farwell before the Emperor’s soldiers came through that wall. He did not know how many tanks might come through but this one that was burning was not going to be one of them. He had already entered into this damn invasion and the Emperor’s soldiers apparently had decided to come in already so the conflict of Farwell could already be underway.

Sergeant Sanderson hurried across the front yard of the burning farm house and led his men to the small barn that was located another 200 feet to the west and north of the house. The eight men made their way in a jittery movement as they made sure there was no one to confront them. Private Lance Kristhoff had been looking behind as they made their way toward the barn and saw the three men coming down the drain ditch. He called to the Sergeant and told him that three more of the men were trying to get here and maybe they should wait for them to provide cover. Sanderson took his binoculars out and saw Sergeant Lock and Corporal Jensen along with Private Hoshkist painstakingly moving along the ditch coming toward them. He scoped out the wreckage and thought he saw some movement at the farm that was further to the east. He could see that the Sergeant was having a hard time at moving so his next move was to tell Private Kristhoff and Private Yinder to go out and help them to get here and hurry. “I think there are people coming from that farm up there and you damn well bet they are armed. We need to get into that building and we will have to make our stand there.” The two Private’s ran out and hurried along the ditch until they met up with the three men and all five of them were soon in the yard and heading for the barn. They drug Sergeant Lock to a spot in one of the empty stalls and lay him down. The man did not look well at all and the hunk of steel sticking from his side gave everyone the impression that this man was not going to be around much longer. Private Yinder told Sergeant Sanderson that he saw two armored vehicles moving slowly down the road toward the wreaks and it looked like there could be a bunch of people following them. Sanderson just looked tired and told two men to find a place where they could see what was happening and keep them posted. “Those armored vehicles may have the big guns that took out the Tank and the Hummer and if that be the case we are not safe here. We may have to run and if that happens we won’t be able to take Sergeant Lock with us, you men understand?” They all silently agreed and made sure their weapons were hot.

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Postby LostNFound » Thu May 23, 2019 6:03 pm

Sergeant Sanderson found a ladder to the loft of this barn and climbed up. He could see out the front of the barn but he could not see the road clearly due to the fire and smoke of the farm house. He was thinking that this was not going to be a good day for him and the men that had survived the destruction of their armor support. Out of 35 men including the officer and the tank crew as well as the Hummer crew there were only 11 of them left or so he thought. If there were any others they would be captured or worse they where injured and of no help. Looking to the east as best he could he saw the two armored vehicles through the smoke of the burning house as they slowly drove toward the destruction of the tank and Hummer? Looking through his binoculars he could see the dead bodies of his platoon lying around the burning remains of the armor. The two armored vehicles driving up looked like the old LAV’s that were outdated. He shook his head and thought about those vehicles and how deadly they were before becoming outdated and replaced with the new troop vehicles that carried the same type of weapons but had the microwave and sound transmitters that eventually also became obsolete. As he mulled over this in his head the two armored vehicles had stopped at the wrecks and through the smoke he could see the people moving around and bending over the dead on the road. He knew that when they were done with that they would be coming this way and he wasn’t ready to die today. His thoughts brought to many deaths into his mind and there was enough killing here today. He wasn’t sure about the men that came here but he was ready to surrender to these Texans and they did say that he and his men would be taken back to the border. That baffled him and actually gave him pause to want to defect into Texas. He turned and moved to the ladder and went down to tell the men what he was going to do.

On the ground floor of the barn his men minus the two that were outside somewhere, were stacking hay bails against the barn doors. Billy knew that was not going to stop the vehicles but he moved to where the Master Sergeant was lying with two men that had some training in field triage. As he walked toward them he watched Corporal Dancing reach his hand to the sergeant’s face and close his eyes. He knew the sergeant had moved on from this life and as he approached the Corporal he quietly asked “is he dead Corporal?” Dancing looked up and said “yes sir, the shrapnel was too big and it cut him up pretty bad.” “Okay corporal, prepare him for travel, we are going back to the border this day if these Texans do what they said they would. Hopefully they won’t just outright kill us, which I believe they won’t.” He turned to his men and told Private Willaby to go and fetch the two that were outside. “Get them back inside and hurry.” Willaby left through the back doors and shortly all three men came back in through the rear. Sanderson had grouped the men together and waited for the three to join. Once they were all together he began to talk. “The way I see it, we aren’t going to get out of here alive if we try to fight. There is too many of them and they are nasty fighters when it comes to their home. My thought is to surrender and let them take us back to the border which we all heard them say they would. Once we are back in New Mexico we can go anyway we want. If any of you are still up to going back to that death camp at Texico you are more than welcome but know this, you could be shot for not accomplishing this ill gotten mission. Any of us that do not wish to serve that sick little bastard in Denver can go our own way and perhaps we will live to see this damn war and that emperor put an end to. I know there are patriot soldiers mounting a force against him so that is a choice. I for one am not going to die this day.”

Billy knew this was a crucial and scary moment for these men. They had seen their companions die today on the road to Lubbock Texas as it was dubbed by most of them. They were unsure about surrendering to a bunch of Texans that could just as well kill them all but they had heard the voice tell them that they would be taken back to the border. This moment, he had prepared for and his pistol was ready in its holster. He hoped that he would not have to use it but he was not willing to take a complete chance with these men yet. He had just told them in so many words that he was going to surrender and even desert from the Emperor’s army. He stood with his hand resting on the pistol handle why the men milled around and talked with each other. Finally Corporal Dancing and three of the Privates walked over and stood with him. Corporal Jensen was next and Private Hoshkist followed him. That left three men still standing by themselves. It was Private Nylint that spoke and said, “You men are all traitors to the Emperor and you will be hunted down and shot for your treachery.” Billy looked at the poor soul and could see that the other two were not sure yet as to which way they were going. He knew they didn’t want to die so he spoke to Nylint and said. “Private Nylint, you are free to go any way you want, If you want to go back to the Texico post, you can but you will be walking by yourself, I think the rest of us would like to live another day. If you are fortunate and tell Captain Ritter about us and what we did today he might let you live. You know how a real psychopath behaves and he is one of those. His goal tomorrow morning is to invade Farwell and kill all the people there if he can but I think he will not make it out of that town alive. So go and try to save your miserable little life. We won’t stop you but you had best be running right now before those Texans get here. Nylint seemed unsure and started to move. He brought his rifle up but Private Victor knocked it upward trying to disarm him, the rifle went off and hit Billy in the left arm as he drew his pistol and shot Nylint in the chest. Nylint jerked backward as he dropped his rifle and fell to the floor. The pistol round had penetrated his heart and he was dead before he hit the floor. The other two Privates that had stood with him looked at the other men and dropped their weapons. Billy had just been grazed but it burnt like hell. He asked the two if they were with them while he still held his pistol. Victor said he was in and Private Potter said he was in also. In the entire ruckus the men did not hear the armored vehicles pull up and then they heard the bull horn once again. “ALL RIGHT YOU MEN IN THE BARN, THROW OUT YOUR WEAPONS AND COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP.”

When Milo and Tom stopped their vehicles at the burning tank and Hummer the people came around them and began to check the dead soldiers. They found 5 of them that were still alive but hurt pretty bad, they began to triage them and the trucks were brought up from the farm. They loaded the soldiers into them and someone brought an old bus up. They cleaned the road as best they could of the dead bodies and thought to bury them later after they captured the rest of them at the Carlson farm. Milo and Tom drove around the burning hunks of metal and took some of the men and boys with them to stop the others that had ran off to the Carlson barn. They didn’t know what to expect but Milo and Tom both had manned the .50’s and when they pulled up to the barn they heard the shots from within. It was peculiar but Milo spoke to them again. Greg and his wife Debra had come along and now ran around the house to the big water tank that was sitting about 40 feet from the burning house. Some of the other farmers had followed also and were helping them. Greg grabbed the big hose from its reel and pulled it toward the house. Debra turned the water on and Greg began spraying the burning building with a fireman like hose. The house had not yet caught completely on fire but the front porch had already caved in and the front ground floor was the most on fire. The upper rear floor was still standing and Greg made sure he targeted the fire as best he could to keep it from totally engulfing the house. The drain ditch ran close to the water tank and the others were grabbing buckets of water from it and running to the building and tossing the water on it.

Milo and Tom watched the barn doors open and then the weapons being tossed out. The first man to come out was a sergeant and then 8 more men followed with their hands over their heads. The Sergeant walked up to the front of Milo’s LAV and spoke. “We are surrendering; you told us that you would take us back to the border. What will you do to us once we reach the border?” Milo looked down at the men and could see that some of them could use some medical care. Some of the men and boys that had followed behind the armored vehicles, that weren’t fighting the house fire surrounded the soldiers and held their guns on them as the weapons in the dirt were picked up and carried back into the barn. “Well Sergeant, it looks like some of your men could use some medical care and we can start with that. We have an old bus that is coming down the road as we speak and you all can ride in that back to the border. We will put you on the New Mexico side and you can go where you want or need to. We must hurry though because your commander is pushing to invade us up in Farwell and we will not let that happen, you understand?” Billy Sanderson heard this man and the passion he spoke with even though he knew the man would not hesitate to shoot them if they tried to harm anyone. His next words were a plea and question of a type. “Well sir, I can see you are a man of his word and we are very thankful. We are very sorry that we have come into your country and caused damage. We were following the orders of those that think this country should belong to them. It is known by us that there are many soldiers that are part of the Emperor’s Army, that have and are deserting and joining up with the Patriots. That is our thoughts as of this day. The bloodshed today is too much and there are two dead men inside the barn. May I ask what you plan to do with the dead up there on the road?”

Milo took pity for these men, he knew they were mostly forced to be part of the Emperor’s slaves so to speak and he did not want to kill any of them. It was unfortunate that he and the others had to kill the ones that died today, but it became a necessary and forced action. “We are going to bury them Sergeant and we did find 5 of your compatriots still alive and they are being treated. They are on one of the trucks as we speak and should be here along with the bus shortly. Will you let us tend to your wounds?” Billy turned to his men and told them to sit down. His arm hurt like hell and he knew some of the others had some open wounds. Once they set down the women who seemed to have bandages and medical supplies moved from the crowd of folks and some others fetched some pales of water. It wasn’t long before all the ones with injuries were cleaned and bandaged and the people moved back into the crowd. The Fire on the house had been extinguished but the damage to the front ground floor was pretty bad. Billy felt for the family and asked a hard question with a suggestion. He looked at Milo and first asked what his name might be. Milo could see a conflict in the soldier’s eyes and said his name was Milo. Billy then made his suggestion, “I and these others have decided to not be part of the Emperor’s army anymore and will be looking for a hideout or perhaps even join up with the Patriots army. We know we have done you all wrong this day and if you put us across the border we will have to find a way to keep from being shot by the madman up in Texico. We will not return to that place but if you and your people could see fit to keep us here for awhile until that thing passes we can help rebuild this farm house that we so recklessly tried to destroy and perhaps we could apply for citizenship in the Nation of Texas. I think those men that you found still alive may even agree with us and it is for sure they need to be taken care of until they can regain their abilities to function.”

Milo looked at the man and then looked at Tom. He did not want to drag these men back into a place that would most likely see them all killed from their own commanders. Greg and Debra were breaking up the burnt lumber of their house to make sure there wasn’t any fire left to start up again. He looked at them and new it was going to be tough for them to get this rebuilt and still try to maintain the farm. Fortunately the 3 barns they had could be set up for living quarters somewhat while the house was put back into some order. The children were strong and could handle the hardship. He looked back at the Sergeant and asked his name. “Billy Sanderson is my given name Milo and these men are willing to work. We all are willing to do that and you can keep your people around to watch us.” Milo knew he was going to have to leave soon. The Farwell business was on the horizon and he couldn’t afford to not be there. He climbed down from the LAV and walked to Billy and stuck out his hand. The two men shook and Milo asked him to come with him. Both men walked toward the farm house and approached Greg and Debra and the few others that were sifting the burned timbers. The porch had collapsed completely and the lower roof had fallen in. The house was going to have to be rebuilt on the front half. The two story structure was still standing but it would have to be examined for damage and repaired also.

“Greg, can we talk? I think you may have been blessed with some helping hands if you will have them?” Greg looked around Milo at the group of men standing close to the LAV’s and back at Milo. “What are you asking Milo? That we should let these men stay here, they are enemy soldiers for God sakes. They invaded our land and burned my house. God knows what they were going to do if we hadn’t stopped them.” Yes Greg they did that and now they are asking for forgiveness and some sort of asylum and willing to help you rebuild your house. The Sergeant has told me that 4 of his men used to be carpenters before being pulled into the army. They know how to build things so to speak and there are two of them that were raised on farms. So between their talents and your misfortune, you could get this place back up and running fairly quick. They don’t want anything more than a place to sleep and some food. Seems to me you can provide that pretty easy.” Debra had walked up and had listened to the conversation. Greg was angry and it was understandable. He had been ready to shoot these soldiers for burning his house.

Debra looked at the soldiers and thought about the wounded ones that had been hastily treated. In all there were only 14 of these men left from their original group. It seemed to her that these men did not want to come into Texas from the start. She could read peoples thoughts and had been able to do that since she had turned 16. Mike and Barbara had shown an aptitude to do the same thing. She had discovered their tricks when they were both just toddlers. She spoke to them now as they were shuffling through the burned out front of the house and asked them about keeping these men on their farm while they helped rebuild the house. Mike and Barbara were both just 16 and 15 and Barbara was the first to speak back to her mother. Mother I have searched into these men’s minds, I know you said that we should not do that but only in emergency situations, so I thought this might be one of those times. So when I looked into their minds I could see that they are sincere about not wanting to go back to the Emperor’s army. Sergeant Billy is sort of their leader and he has talked with them about staying and helping repair the damage that they were responsible for. We can make that old bunk house work for us until the house is repaired and then they could live in there. For right now they can stay in the front barn. I think these men are used to living in hard conditions. There are a number of them that really want to fix this mess. Debra had felt the same because she had done the same with these men. She just wasn’t sure about the wounded that the Petrovski’s had bandaged up and did their best to keep them from dying. Mike was next; I feel the same as Barbara mom but its dad that I am more worried about. You know how stubborn he can be. Debra looked at her husband, whom she loved dearly and said let me talk with your father. He is a good man and has a wonderful heart, we know he is hurting right now and yes he is very angry but that will pass as time proceeds. I think Milo was right in saying these men may be a blessing. You know how we lost our farm hands last year and it has been a struggle for us to keep up this farm, thank the Creator that the Petrovski’s and the Hunters have lent a hand even though they got their own farms to tend to. We could use some good farm hands right now and I think these men will work hard to fix our home. I don’t want to see anyone have to go and be a slave to that puny dictator that calls himself the Emperor. Why don’t you two go and introduce yourselves to those men and hopefully we can get this business solved. It is starting to get dark and we need to take stock of the kitchen which is still in tact, hopefully the food is not ruined from the smoke. Take these men around back to the big Barbeque and let’s get some dinner cooking.

Milo was waiting for Greg’s response or answer as he watched the two children walk to the soldiers. He could see them start introducing themselves and shaking hands. That made his heart calmer. The sky was loosing light now that the sun had set and he was worried that he would not make it up to Farwell before the other army invaded. Damn he thought, why do these people have to do this? He turned back to Greg to get a quick answer but Debra had taken her husband by the arm and was looking at him sternly, he thought. Greg finally turned to Milo and said, "we will keep the men here for now and you and Tom need to get up to Farwell." Billy Sanderson broke away from the group and hurried over to Milo. He shook his hand and said "Milo; you need to get up to Farwell before 5am. That is the Zero hour for the attack. This ill gotten mission was supposed to block the route 70 to keep anyone from escaping from the town while Captain Ritter shells the crap out of the town. He has two choppers at his disposal and 1 more tank and at least 70 troops." Milo was listening to the Sergeant tell him all of this and knew he needed to contact The Sheriff and the other two ranchers that were supposed to be bringing their LAV’s. Billy looked at Milo and said one more thing. "Milo, you could go up there by the way we came down. They won’t be expecting anyone to come that way at them and you might be able to blow that other tank before they do too much damage. Most of the men will be at the doors through the wall to rush in when the tank starts to shell the town." Milo took all this in and said. "Thanks Sergeant, you and your men take good care of these folks and your wounded will be taken care of by the Petrovski’s up the road. You might go and have a good talk with them about staying here under sanctuary. I think you and your men can help bury the others also. That Tank still has its chassis but the Hummer is gone so it might be good of you and your boys to help clean that mess up also." Milo had gotten as much INTEL from Billy before he bid Greg and Debra goodbye. Greg had finally come around somewhat and the Barn would be made into a barracks of somewhat along with the old Bunk house for the Carson’s. Milo gathered Tom and his men and they drove toward the border. He was going to take the sergeants advice and do the end run on that place. It would be scary to enter into New Mexico but this was war and he had to do what he could to try and save Farwell as best he could.


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