Storiesonline.net ------- 2012 by cmsix Copyright© 2009 by cmsix ------- Description: Maybe those Mayans weren't so far off afterall. You know what I mean don'tcha? The part about them ending their famous calendar around noon, December 21 in the year 2012. Here's how I think it might go down. Codes: MF Mf Mult cons ScFi harem ------- ------- Chapter 1 I've always liked songs with airplanes in 'em. For instance, Some Old California Memory by Henson Cargil: Two Allegheny engines broke the silence of the morning. Cause whisper jets don't whisper when they take your world away. The one that I was living for flew out and she was glad. That's too bad cause she's all I've ever had. And there she goes on that seven-forty-seven. Climbing higher into heaven than my angel ever dared to fly. And she's twice as high on some old California memory than she ever was on me. Or Silver Wings by Merle Haggard Silver wings shinning in the sunlight, Roaring engines headed somewhere in flight. They're taking you away, leaving me lonely, Silver wings slowly fading out of sight. "Don't leave me," I cried, "Don't take that airplane ride." But you locked me out of your mind. Left me standing here behind. The tables were turned on those old songs for me though. Gloria was the one left behind and for the first time since damned near forever I was the one flying away. The trouble was I wasn't so sure now it was everything I always wanted. Until the last six months I'd been sure. I'd been sure since I turned sixteen and decided what I thought I wanted to do with my life. Once I decided I wanted to go into space I gave up everything else for it. Other boys my age were smoking weed, chasing girls, and getting laid. Smoking weed was a no go for sure then and I didn't really have time for chasing girls. It didn't mean I couldn't take a little time to get laid, but not so much time. Even if they didn't want you for their half assed varsity team the service academies all thought you'd be a much more well-rounded prospect if you played some sport in high school, and of course football was the best. Luckily for me I was fast. I was also big enough to be a good running back. Also lucky was it didn't require a lot of practice to run the ball. I kept my grades top notch, was enough of a star to get laid without a lot of chasing time, and it looked good on my application. Another lucky plus for me was my Congressman's position on some committee having something to do with military appropriations. When he gave me his official stamp of approval the air force saluted and I was on my way to Colorado Springs shortly after graduation in the late spring of 2006. Yes, I was getting an early start. My Mom and Dad were so proud of me they were about to pop, and when I suggested I go out early and get accustomed to the territory they thought it was a fine idea. Even though my Dad was so tight he nearly squeaked he was all for footing the bill for my early start. Maybe it was in appreciation of me getting the government to foot the bill for an outstanding higher education. All I can say about the air force football team was thank God I wasn't quite fast enough to be included. I was busy enough with learning the military rigamarole and the hazing. I didn't have time for practice. All that crap was years ago now though and here I was after practically ten years of constant study perched on top of all the rocket fuel in the world and hoping like hell no low bidder had made another fuckup. In a way it was a little odd something I'd picked up on my own starting when I was about five years old had been as responsible as anything else for me getting this shot at time on the ISS. Maybe you could have guessed, but I never could have. My Christmas tree erector set had made me handy with my hands and with things mechanical starting when I was barely five years old. It's a little like riding a bicycle, but not exactly. You learn how to ride a bike and you never forget even if you don't do it for years. I learned to fix things with my hands and I never forgot, but then again I never quit doing it either. I couldn't stand to have anything that didn't work right. If it was broken I fixed it. If it was too damned cheap to be fixed I threw it away and bought a better replacement. It was part of who I was. It was also one of the reasons I was bumped up in the rotation and was set for one of the last Space Shuttle flights. Let's face it. The space shuttle was OLD with capital letters and there still wasn't a workable replacement. At least all the biggest parts for ISS were up there spinning around with it, but they'd finally decided they needed to get their asses in gear and send a few guys up who could put the rest together and not let their tools go drifting off into forever. This was the first part of the last big shuttle bonanza. We lifted today and another would lift in two more days. We had a pilot, co-pilot, Carl Jarvis, Nick Savage, and me. Every other cubic inch left was for parts, equipment, and supplies. The Russians were also sending up one of theirs with mostly supplies, a few parts, and as a swap out for the escape capsule. The next shuttle was to change out the normal station crew and it had some supplies too. I can now tell you leaving earth the way we did is a genuine experience. No matter how much training and how people tell you what's going to happen you are not prepared for the rush. Luckily my job on the way up was mostly just to stay seated and out of the way. It was still the most excited I'd ever been in my life. Euphoria reigned for nearly eighteen hours. And happy as a pig in a shit hole kept going for the other twelve until we docked and got onto the station. The shit started hitting the fan about then. It was November 21, 2012 when the little dribble of money NASA spent out in Colorado looking for incoming finally paid off. It was in time to scrub the next shuttle mission and the Ruskies even put theirs on hold. The object found heading for earth was thirty-five miles across and was due to arrive within thirty or forty days. The sighting was so new the figures hadn't been refined yet and it was still possible it would miss the beautiful blue ball with the white streamers around it below us, but there wasn't much of a chance. We had a two day pause for everyone on earth to shit their pants and there was damned nearly some of it going on where I was. Contingency plans weren't put in place yet, partially because they didn't have the trajectory nailed down, but mostly because they didn't have any plans ready. I can report there was plenty of hand wringing and nail biting going on in not a lot of space up where we were spinning around the globe. We killed time by unloading what needed to be unloaded and loading what needed to be loaded, mostly. When the trajectory was nailed down the news wasn't any better. The object would strike earth somewhere; they didn't have it nailed down that tight yet, and around noon on December 21. Well that was certainly worth the price of admission. I wasn't sure anyone else up here realized it was practically to the hour of the time the Mayan Calendar ended. I wondered how in the hell they'd known five thousand years ago. At first I was a little surprised by the way everyone up here wanted to get down now. I mean, I could understand about those with families, but I didn't see what the fascination was for everyone else. Personally, if I was going to choose my place to die in this clusterfuck I was on station already. To my way of thinking a slow death from running out of oxygen beat hell out of burning up in boiling lava all to hell. Of course I knew boiling lava wouldn't be the most popular way of dying on earth anyway. Falling buildings would probably take the honor, or maybe it would be tidal waves if it hit in an ocean. The pissing and moaning came to a halt a few hours later when they asked us to all gather for a conference. They made the happy announcement half of us could go ahead and buckle on the shuttle we had and leave. They were going to go ahead and launch the other one in two days for the rest of us. Then they called for volunteers, and it saved a nasty scene. They wanted to know if someone could be persuaded to stay up and take care of things during the excitement. I didn't jump up and scream ME ME ME, but I did let them know I was the man for the job right away. I was elected I guess, since not another voice made a sound. In fact, most of the others just looked at me funny. Since I was staying they were going to throw on a few things to make sure I lasted as long as I could up here, just in case they couldn't come back to get me in time. It made me wonder who in the fuck they thought they were fooling. I kept my mouth shut though and damned if everyone with me didn't start talking about how brave I was and it actually seemed as if they were trying to help me buck up my courage. Hell, no courage was needed as far as I was concerned. Wasn't there anyone else who realized the very best they could hope for was getting back to earth in time for it to be thrust back into the stone age, or earlier. That Mayan civilization I'd thought about would have been millennia ahead of what they were about to face if the big rock did hit the pretty blue marble. Our meeting broke up then, but they scheduled another one for six hours later. We got our asses busy and emptied the shuttle we still had and the others started trying to figure out who would ride down first. Since I wasn't going they were only short two seats getting the whole job done. Six hours later we had another meeting with the pros on earth. The first five minutes cleared up all the hanging chad for everyone. It took another ten minutes to straighten out the details and then they were done with everyone, but me. Since there was plenty of payload space and weight available they asked if there was anything they could send along especially for me. Of course there was and I told them. Since they were coming anyway I wanted my own computer system from my apartment, and every DVD of information they could burn for me in the time they had allowed. "What kind of information do you want?" "Every kind, but especially history and science. You have to know I'm going to make it longer up here than most of you are down there. Who knows, some alien might notice the crash and drop by." "I'm not sure we have time to deal with those sort of requests," Major Jenkens said, and I could see he was getting set to put on his I am important act. "Let me tell you something you officious asshole. If you don't have time to send it I don't have time to sit up here by myself." I hadn't even finished the start of my mini rant before General Frankston, the big cheese in charge jerked Major Jenkens out of his chair and took over. "We'll do our very best Jack. Is there anything else you can think of?" "Now that you mention it I'd like a Glock 21 and a couple of thousand rounds." "May I ask why?" "In case someone drops by I don't want to talk to. If I wanted to commit suicide General I'd just come back down and do it there," I said, and it seemed to satisfy him. Of course everyone else was looking at me even funnier now. None of them seemed to want any conversation though, and I didn't really blame them. The whole business over the handgun and soon arriving aliens was mostly just because I was a big baby. I was a little frightened by what was about to happen, hell who wouldn't be, but in my head I knew the Glock wouldn't be any help up here. It didn't mean it wouldn't come in handy if I ever got to earth again. It was true I wasn't going down there now, or on the next ride. Still, there was the Ruskies' emergency ride parked out there and good old earth might get live able again someday. If I ever did go down there it was likely there wouldn't be any semblance of civilization left. Time flies when you're having fun, and since none of us were it dragged. By the time the last taxi showed up it seemed like it had been weeks instead of five days. Considering the madhouse most of earth must be now it was a little surprising anyone would even bother. There was another surprise with the new arrival too. An extra man had come along for the ride. He wasn't staying or anything, but along with my computer he had another one to install before they took off and it was a pretty big surprise. A couple of us had to help, but it only took a couple of hours to set it up. Some people had been working their asses off on the ground though. The hardware he brought tied all the ISS communication equipment in with the GPS network and used them to keep contact with all the spy satellites, The Hubble Telescope, and other communication and observation satellites. As long as I was up here with time on my hands they wanted me to help out all I could. After everything was set up and tested control of all birds in orbit around earth was for me. Of course they could still control them from the ground too, but they wanted me to be able to take over if any of the ground stations were knocked out. Nobody bothered to say Of course they're going to be trashed or anything like it, but at least the one directing the hook up knew. The shuttle was unloaded while I spent a couple of hours on the horn with Houston and got a crash course in operatating spy satellites - everybody's' spy satellites. It was obvious there had been some hectic programming over the last couple of days down there and they informed me the programs were still being refined and would be updated as often as needed, situation permitting of course. Just before the last shuttle left me they did a booster burn to put the station in a slightly higher orbit, as high as they dared in fact. Then suddenly it was over and they were headed down while I was left behind. I'd only thought I'd have time on my hands after everyone was gone though. There were twelve days left until the big rock came home to roost and the people in Houston worked my ass off from then on. President Obamalamadingdong even called up for a chat on the last day. He gave me one hell of a promotion while he was at it and told me I now had the last word on what happened on the ISS, legally. "No matter who talks to you until this whole thing settles out you are in command. None of us are prepared for this down here - there just wasn't time. We've done and are still doing all we can with what we know about what's coming. Your mission is to aid us with any information you can provide, but above even that mandate you are to protect yourself and the ISS so you can continue to help where possible." What the hell? The best I could do was say Yes Sir and go about my business. The damned rock was flying in at around a hundred and fifty thousand miles per hour. It wasn't an astonishing speed as heavenly bodies went, but it did mean it could cover the distance from the moon to earth in less than two minutes. Houston even had me put The Hubble on it twice for practice. Of course it was so close and moving so fast relative to the telescope that I didn't have any spare time to linger. I'd point the thing ahead in its path, get a shot as it passed and then have to move again for another shot. What I got was serious bad news, as if the news wasn't bad enough already. The damned thing appeared to be solid rock. Just before the people bailed from Houston and switched me to communicating with Crystal Mountain they got a final best guess on the spot for splashdown. It was bad news and worse news. They were pretty sure it was going to strike the Panama Canal. The bad part was it would start tidal waves in both the Atlantic and Pacific oceans at the same time. It was also basically a land strike so we could count on devastating damage to the surface of the earth with zero cushioning from water. It probably wasn't worth worrying about the difference, but it damned sure wasn't going to help anything. Those last two days had people worldwide getting as far from any coastline as they could. It probably wouldn't help much, but there was a chance it could help someone, by accident I guess. With help from Crystal Mountain I had several powerful spy satellites trained over Panama at the moment of impact. It wasn't exactly one impact though. There was a tremendous explosion thousands of feet above the surface, and it didn't help a damned thing. Six giant pieces, each of them miles across, separated slightly and then slammed into the surface. Almost as if the whole thing was aimed the six biggest pieces slammed down nearly mid-way between the Atlantic and Pacific. With so many eyes in the sky trained on things I was able to slow the speed down later and see one of them demolish a giant container ship. The fragment of the thing was much larger than the ship and after it seemed to strike the ship was never seen again. It was just gone. Everything in the path seemed to disappear and I guessed it was all vaporized from the tremendous energy released. Of course in only a few fractions of a second visuals were of nothing but smoke, steam, and even some large blurs as material was ejected. I switched to views farther out quickly. The one showing a view on up the Atlantic side toward the Gulf of Mexico was astonishing even though the vapor, dust, and debris was coming fast. The size of the wave building was unbelievable. It was just as impressive on the Pacific side too. When I used a long-range camera from the ISS itself I made a discovery. With a shot, which showed a general view of most of the Gulf Coast, I could see the wind from the blast kicking up large waves on the surface and behind it, down on the surface I could see the tidal wave as a much darker advancing curve. I watched spellbound as it rolled completely over Galveston, and then on up over Houston. A glance toward Louisiana showed New Orleans would never be bothered by a hurricane again, because it was completely gone in seconds, and what looked like a wall of water shot up the Mississippi River and seemed to keep going. Switching to a view of Mexico City, the closest metropolitan city, was nauseating. By the time the giant wave arrived there was basically nothing there for it to wash over. The entire city had already collapsed into the hole it had started by depleting its aquifer and the shock had finished by seemingly opening things on up and letting the city fall into it. There had been nearly thirty million people there at one time and I knew there were bound to have been millions who hadn't left. Even the collapse didn't matter, because the water was covering ground fast from the giant waves and it didn't look like it was going to stop before it was half way across Texas. I hadn't had any communications with anyone on the ground since just before impact and I wondered if I ever would. Whole cities were being destroyed faster than I could have told anyone anyway. Another glance at the Gulf caused me to switch to a view of Florida in time to see the wave wash completely over it and Cuba at basically the same time. No doubt a lot of old folks and all the remaining Cuban cigars were gone. It was shock after mind numbing shock now and when I switched views to check on California I got visual proof of what I knew anyway. Shocks through the mantle of the earth traveled much faster than tidal waves. A very large portion of the West Coast was now Pacific Ocean and there were tidal waves leaving it. Los Angles was gone. Los Angles' ass. Even Riverside was gone. No doubt one fault or another - or maybe all of them - had opened up and the edge of the state had simply broken off. I'd known there'd be big earthquakes, but the water had kept my attention at first. I switched to a view of New York City and was just in time to see the good old Empire State Building topple and the old Chrysler Building with it. The Statue of Liberty had already fallen and other buildings were going like dominoes. The water would be by sooner or later, but it would mostly be overkill. If there was anyone left on Manhattan or Long Island, or any of them really they were going to have to swim for it since all the bridges were either swaying wildly or in the water already. Undoubtedly it was something like the car wreck syndrome keeping me watching by now. A glance over the Mediterranean looked like it was water in a bowl someone was trying to carry while running, and it was just a warm up. The giant waves from the impact were racing toward Africa and Europe. Hell, they were racing everywhere, but I could only watch one thing at a time. It was all being recorded of course, but from the look of things I'd be the only one to ever see it. When a disaster is coming you think you are preparing yourself, even one this big. I thought I'd been ready for it and realized millions would die from the first. I'd never really though everyone would die, but now I wasn't sure. At least I'd correctly guessed I would be safe up here even though all the others couldn't wait to get back down. For a while I wondered what the point was. I knew I could take the Ruskies' lander down there if I ever decided on a place to land. I'd do it too, eventually. Right now I was wondering if there'd be anyone at all left alive when I did. ------- Chapter 2 I felt sorry for myself for the next few hours. Mostly I used my assets to take a peek at what was left of earth. I didn't bother looking over China or Russia or anyplace like that. I did take a look at Japan and it was a fucked up mess. I expected as much with it being an island and the tidal waves hadn't let me down. Hawaii was as bad, or even worse. Most of the large hotels and other tourist attractions were destroyed if not completely submerged. I thought I could see a few newly made structures near some of the beaches and it looked to me as if everyone was hanging around them, mostly in rags. I could see big fires where cooking was going on, but I wondered how in the hell they were going to have anything to cook for very long. Oh well, they'd have nice warm weather to live out their days in. Or would they. Several volcanoes had gone from dormant to active since the strike and tons of shit was being ejected into the atmosphere, not to mention all the shit that had been thrown up from the panama canal zone. In fact it seemed a cloud cover was forming worldwide. At least there hadn't been literal thousands of tons of sea water boiled off from the hot rocks that had come to ground. There was a little of that going on, but the water had mostly been boild off from where they hit the canal. More was pouring in of course, but not as fast as you'd think. All in all Mexico City had the worst of it. They were close to ground zero and their dried up auqafer had collapsed letting the whole city sink several dozen feet. Their emergency services hadn't been much to start with and the destruction had about done them all in. My leisurely perusal of the sad state of world affairs went undisturbed for nearly four more hours until I got a radio signal from earth. They almost sounded like they were amazed to get into contact with me, but it didn't slow them down. They started asking for downloads of the views from any of the cameras I now controlled. Apparently the NASA facility that had been in nominal control of them was now underwater. The tidal waves generated by the incoming had shot directly up the ship channel. The first wave had upended several tankers in a critical spot and following waves had used the disabled ships to block off the channel and the water had spread fast. With the help of some on the ground experts I was given more detailed instruction in using the new hardware and software they'd installed right near the end. They worked me long and hard for four straight hours before they noticed I was getting worn out. They suggested I take a short nap and said they'd call me if they came up against something they couldn't handle. They even promised to let me have at least four hours undisturbed. It didn't really work out that way though. About eighty minutes later I got a call from Major Jenkins, the one who'd given me shit last time. It really pissed me off since it seemed like I'd only been sleeping about fifteen minutes. I replied all right. "Let me speak to general Frankston," was all I said, and of course Jenkins tried to override my request." I didn't have rank on him of course, but I was holding the whip and I laid it on him. "Jenkins, if you don't get off the radio and let me speak to General Frankston you're not getting one more scrap of information from up here. I can and will cut off everything I've already turned on. Now, get your sorry ass off this radio and don't let me hear your voice again," I said, and stopped talking. General Frankston must have been in earshot and I got to talk to him right away. I didn't end up cutting off anything, and Frankston asked me what was wrong right away. I explained about my four hour nap being cut to eighty minutes by Major Jenkins and just then he hit the ceiling down their, calling a couple of MPs over and having them escort Private Jenkins to his next post, on clean up detail outside. Apparently Frankston realized I'd been pushed to the end of my twine already and he told me to go right back to sleep to start my four hour nap all over again. I'm sure he kept the mike keyed on purpose as he explained to the MPs they should shoot the next person who tried to disturb me before the four hours were up. I went back to sleep, and woke just as my four hours were done. I went ahead and called down to ask them what was next. Something was surely changed down below because a slightly sexy voice replied and my instructions were relayed with a lot more tact than I was used to. From then on the only male I talked to was Frankston and I never had to wait long to talk to him again. I had several handlers down on the ground now, but they were all female and had very pleasant voices. Of course I realized what they were doing and I didn't blame them one bit. They had me inserting bits of programming and testing it out and they also had me change some of the wiring. They were doing their best to get a handle on the equipment from down there and I was more than willing. I didn't want a position of power where I was, I wanted some relief. To tell the truth I already wanted to hop into the Russian machine and get my ass down. Within a day it seemed that General Frankston wanted the same thing. In spare time he asked me what I wanted to do when I got down and I told him I wanted to see if I could equip myself to make it back to my hometown. I'd been using off time to look over darling little Atlanta, Texas and it seemed to be one of the least out of order places I could find. Hell, their street lights still came on at night and the whole town appeared to still have power. During the day I could even see that the Wal-Mart Supercenter was still opening up. I did notice that things seemed to be moving back to horse drawn transportation, kinda, but there were still cars moving around. I wondered about fuel for the cars until I noticed the tanker truck for Smith Wholesalers still dropping fuel in their small tank farm and I even saw their small delivery tanker carrying fuel to their stations. After about a week of smooth operations General Frankston again started asking me about what I wanted to do once I was on the ground. I told him what I wanted to do was get my fourwheel drive pickup running and get back to civilian life, or what passed for it now. He even made noises like it might be possible. Apparently they already had a handle on most of the country. He even told me that the conflicts we had been involved in were mostly winding down now. Apparently the weather had not been kind to the middle east and especially not to North Korea or the Russians, whatever they were calling themselves now. Russia was on the sharp end of the stick for the weather changes. It seemed the next ice age had arrived, or was at this moment arriving. Everyone in Russia had their eyes on the coming ice and they were about to shit or go blind over the details. North Korea was even closer to diaster over the cold weather and their dear leader had been one of the first to be voted out of office, with a pistol bullet. Apparently Generals from his time were coming up dead fairly often now, and mostly from the hands of their own troops. It seemed their had been more comunications allowed with the South lately and the relatively easy time they were having of things had caused the population of North Korea to start thinking they had some poor leadership. The commies weren't the only ones to experience some radical changes though. The United States was having a change of heart too and conservatives from the Bible belt were coming on hard times. Not only from strictly legal action either. The first move among the ranks of the swelling progressive movement had been the daytime shooting of Rush Limbaugh. It caught on too since Glenn Beck and Bill O'Riley didn't last three more hours than Rush had. Rupert Murdoch had been sent packing before the next Fox Broadcast and it was apparently a bullet from afar that had done the job. With the main talking heads on the conservative side out of the picture other small time wannabes took a hint. Poor old Mostly Harmless Billy Graham made it three days, but with the devastation done; preachers offering hope from above were not doing so well. In fact it seemed a little like they were being shot for sport, especially in the Bible belt. Preachers weren't the only ones getting it though. A few conservative Senators and several conservative Represenatives were having their chips cashed in. Plenty of the older folks who's hopes had been dashed by conservatives when they killed Obamalamadingdong's Health reforms. After the main nay sayers lives were cashed in the conservatives still in office lost their tongues. Any that didn't soon found out what a mortal wound felt like. It was a little strange for a while too. The self styled milita movements found themselves taking some major heat too. It seemed like they weren't the only ones who knew how to hunt. Progressives started hunting their leaders and most of the members lost interest, almost at once. With real life or death conditions everywhere I guess the militas decided to concentrate on those. For a few days some of the gang type people tried to make some headway, but it was short lived. One biker gang near Dallas made a serious mistake trying to take over a small town. They were slaughtered and the only ones who lived to see their motorcycles go up in a giant bonfire were those that were only wounded. The wetbacks between Waco and Dallas had an even worse outcome. They also tried to move in on a small town, but as usual, they had to spend a little time bragging about it first. Word of the plans got around rapidly and they were met by the residents of the town and four other small towns not long after they came within range. They were slaughtered to the man and the only one to get out alive were their women who had come along to celebrate. Alas there was no celebration to be had. All in all I had it pretty good up where I was. They kept me busy as hell changing the wiring around and making sure the software was doing what it was supposed to do. It slacked off after about a week though and they finally told me they had complete control from the ground now. Hell, it worked for me. They wanted me to set the system to work automatically and I did. After they did some checking of their own they put Frankston back on the line. "How are you making it up their soldier?" he asked me. "Pretty well sir. In fact it looks like I'm in better shape than y'all are down there to me." I said. "Damned if you ain't probably right. I have to ask you again if you want to come back down?" he asked. "I believe I do sir. It is a little lonesome up here. I mean, in my mind I know I'm probably better off where I am, but I'm afraid I'll get a little stir crazy before long." "Hell, I would have pulled my hair out already, but they tell me you've done a whale of a job up there. They say they can do without you up there now that you put a handle on things for them. "I've got a little project for you down here when we get you back, if you'll do it," he said. "You're the General Sir. You give the orders and I'll do my best to follow them," I said. "It isn't that kind of operation. We're already doing it in some places, but we need one good team leader with every vehicle and you seem like you'll fit the bill to me." "I want to turn you loose with a doctor, a nurse, and one of the Hummer ambulances. I'll want you to beat the bushes to take care of first aide. You'll be providing the driving and protection for your team while the Doctor and nurse will scout around to see who they can patch up and call in medivac for the ones they can't. Are you up for it?" "I'm your man for it General, but I do have one suggestion," I said. "Shoot. All these smarter than thou guys down here have my head over flowing already. I hope it's something to dumb some of the high tech down." "Well General, it seems to me fuel is going to be a big problem. Could you maybe have the motor pool switch the normal Hummer engine for one of those turbine things. Those things will run on gasoline, diesel, or even jet fuel. I know there are some kits made especially just that. If you have one around it would sure help us out a lot, especially if we have to go very far in the thing," I said. "That's a great idea. Right now we're having to send choppers out to refuel hummers. Your idea would help a lot. Of course no good deed goes unpunished so I'll make sure you get the first one we get ready. I think we can use the same engine they cobbled up for the Abrams for this. We've got a team of two we're going to send up to take your place. Thank the lord they finally put a launch site here in Houston. It won't do for the shuttle or anything like that, but it will do to send up a couple of replacements and you should be able to get down in that Ruskie rocket you have up their. I'll let you go for now and you'd better take an hour or two to familiarize yourself with your ride down. We have a team sitting on go to talk you through it," he said, and rang off. I felt a hell of a lot better after talking to the General. Of course I didn't have any idea how my next job was going to go, but if it was only driving around on earth how bad could it be? ------- Chapter 3 Time crawled by for the next few days and I finally got the word my replacements were about to leave. I aimed the Hubble at the spot and watched them take off. Three hours later they were knocking on the door. I let all four of them in and lo and behold one of them was a pilot to take me down. He took me into the Ruskies machine right away and got started on checkout for the thing. Two hours later he was satisfied so he had me put on my space suit, kicked us loose from the ISS and we werre on our way. The trip down didn't take over a couple of hours and damned if they didn't have us land on a runway at George Bush International Airport in Houston. We were met by a fleet of Humvees and rushed out to the NASA facility. As soon as we stopped some of my guard took me to see General Frankston. It's good to see you, Jack. Your vehicle is ready and stocked with supplies and medical equipment. We even rounded up a doctor and nurse to go with you. One thing you might not have expected was the need for firearms so we loaded plenty of them for you too. Let me introduce you to your helpers. I'll admit I had lust in my heart for my two soon to be companions right away. Dr Kathy Johnson was a redhead. She was six feet even and looked to weigh about a hundred and ten. I'll swear it looked like fifteen to twenty pounds of her weight was in titties. The nurse, Carol Carmichael was about five six and she looked every bit as good. She was a blonde with what seemed equally large titties and both of them were pretty as pictures in the face. I could see we were going to be friends because when we shook hands both of them did the finger wiggle thing in my palm while we shook. We got a briefing from a colonel who talked to us for about an hour and then turned us loose to go to the Humvee they'd rigged up for us. It was one of those that looked like an ambulance but it had a machine gun turret in the top and I noticed right away there were two fifty calibres in the mount. The others left us alone then and Kathy got things started off with a bang. "We're very proud to be serving with the hero from outer space sir. We sure as hell are hoping you aren't gay," Kathy said, right off the bat. Carol gave me the same sentiment but she did it by grabbing a handful of my ass. "I can already tell he ain't gay. I just hope he doesn't have a girlfriend," Carol said, and I could tell it was a question. "Nobody special," I said, and then we mounted up in the Hummer. Carol took the driver's seat while Kathy got into the back and pulled me in with her. "I hope you don't think we're too forward, but we've already flipped for who gets the first ride and I won," Doctor Kathy told me and she started removing her BDUs. I maintained my composure until she had her shirt and bra off and then I reached for her to pull her in for a sound kissing and a manual inspection of those titties. What I could see showed me they were wonderful and I just loved the dusting of freckles all over them. Carol started the Hummer then and Kathy pulled me onto the ambulance style gurney latched down in the back. Hell, what would you do. I kept kissing and started feeling more places. She put me off until she slid her panties down her lovely legs and then she started removing my clothes. I was as naked as she was in minutes and she lay back on the gurney and pulled me down etween her legs. She even reached out and took hold of my dick to put me in her place. Damn I was glad to be home. She swabbed my dickhead between her already wet labia and I pushed with my hips. She pressed her lips to mine and ran her tongue in my mouth while I just enjoyed the feeling. She wasn't a virgin, but the snug fit let me know she didn't have much mileage on her cooter. We didn't waste much time and before long we were at it hammer and tongs. I had to concentrate to keep from blowing my load right away, but she happened to be a perfect fit for my dick. "Oh Carol, I told you this would be a great job. He's got a big one and its long too. He's already bumping my cervix and he's doing a good job of it too. Hell, I could take all of that kind of talk she had and I changed the angle of the dangle just a little and started rubbing my dick against her clit. Neither one of us lasted very long. I was grunting and groaning in just a few seconds and Kathy was whispering encouragement into my ear. We didn't last long, but at least I got her off first. When I gave her a twatfull of come I sagged down onto her and she kept squeezing her insides around me and petting along my naked back and buns. When I got my wind back I raised up and then slid down to get my mouth on her pussy. She had a prominent clit and my tongue found it right away. Before long she was encouraging me more loudly and she gave Carol a lick by lick description of what was going on. She went off again in minutes and pushed me off her for some rest. "Find a place to pull over so we can switch out Carol. You won't believe how good he is," Kathy said in a minute and it's just what Carol did. Kathy put most of her clothes back on and took over the driving as soon as Carol stopped. Carol came into the back then and she was shedding clothes on the way. My dick started climbing on its own as soon as I saw her, but she gobbled up my dick as soon as she was naked and I cold tell she knew all about sucking a dick back up hard. In minutes she lay down on her back, spread her lovely legs, and pulled me in between them. I took things a little more slowly this time, but I pushed it up her quickly enough. I decided they'd been checked for a tight fit as soon as I had it up her and she showed me her pussy could nibble on my dick just like Kathy's could. Of course I lasted longer with Carol but it wasn't for lack of pumping. I banged away at her snatch until my heart was content and then I did it some more. I got her off before me too and then I shared my seed with her too. I groaned loudly when I let go my load and then sagged onto her spent body. It didn't take me long to get my wind back and go down on Carol too. Soon she was bragging on me too and then she pushed me away as she went off again. I was getting to be damned happy I'd come back to earth. "OK you two. Time to get decent. There's a good resturant about ten miles up the road and we should make our first appearance. Carol and I got back into our clothes and I joined Kathy in the passenger seat while Carol sat in a seat in the back. The place wasn't exactly a truck stop, but they did have several diesel pumps and a lot of trucks parked in the back. Kathy pulled up by a pump and I hopped out to fill us up. Kathy produced a brand new looking credit card of the government persuasion and paid the bill as soon as I had us topped off. We all headed inside to the resturant after we parked out of the way. The place didn't seem to be doing a big lunch business, but we had to wait for a table because of all the coffee swilling truck drivers. The waitress, a cute little brunette, came over with coffee and cups for us and as she was pouring she asked if we wanted anything to eat. I said yes right away and she came back in a few minutes with menus. I ordered the chicken fried steak special right away then Kathy and Carol copied me. Things seemed to be getting along fine until a rough looking dirtier than usual man came over and decided to hassle me over having two beautiful women with me. I nodded to the girls and we all produced our Glocks and I fished out the badge General Frankston had provided for me. "I'm going to let you live, at least a little bit longer, but I happen to be a member of the new Federal police force. This badge entitles me to kill anyone I feel I need to during the current emergency. I'm getting the feeling you need to be six feet under so you'll quit causing trouble." I said. He hadn't looked all that smart to start with and he actually growled at me and raised a fist. The noise was hellacious as I shot him twice in the belly and he went down again right away. A self important looking olderman came over right away and told us we'd have to leave. "Were you wanting to join that asshole on the floor. I'm a paid up member of the new Federal Police Force. We've already placed our order and we won't be leaving until we've eaten. The Emergency Protection Act allows me to do away with any asshold I want to. Do you want to be next?" I asked him, and he decided he didn't. "By the way, if the food doesn't suit us when it gets here I'll be looking you up on suspicion of poisioning people," I told him, and he shuffled off. When the waitress came out with our order a few minutes later she was shaking like a leaf in a windstorm. "Don't worry about the excitement honey. I only shoot assholes and you don't seem like one to me," I said. "Oh good. I'd hate to be shot on my last day here. My Mom and Dad were killed by roaming thugs just yesterday and I'm going to move on as soon as I find a way out from around here," she said. "Well you can come with us if you want to. We're headed up to North East Texas to see if we can do a little first aid for people who might have been hurt and aren't able to make it to the hospitals. How'd you like to be a nurse for a while?" I asked her. She seemed to like the idea. We introduced ourselves to Terry and she said she'd be ready to go after we finished our meal. It didn't take us long to finishe eating. The food was a lot better than I'd expected it to be. Kathy paid us out with a was of bills that would choke a horse and she let me know the money had been furnished to her as a sort of petty cash fund. "They told me to try and get a receipt for everything, but not to worry about it if I couldn't," she said. Terry hadn't seen our vehicle until we got to it. She said it looked like it could go anywhere even if it was a little on the ugly side. "Wait until you get a look inside it," Carol told her, and then spoiled it by giggling. "What do you mean?" Terry asked. "I mean we've got it set up so we can take a break on Jack anytime we feel like it. Don't worry though. If you don't want to Kathy and I can take care of him and you won't have to do a thing. Maybe drive while we're doing the deeds." "Oh. I didn't know what I was getting into," Terry said. "Don't worry. Like I said, we can take care of him," Carol said. "Well, he is kinda cute and it ain't like I've never," Terry said, and grinned this time. "That ain't all. He's hung like a horse," Kathy said, but I thought she was just piling on. "How long before we stop for the night. I like to do it in the dark," Terry said. "Oh, don't worry about that. The ambulance has a full set of blackout curtains. We can have dark inside it anytime we need to," Carol told her. We'd arrived by then and after the girls got in I climed into the drivers seat. Fired it up and took off right backup Highway 59." We'd barely made it twelve miles before we came up on a car crash. To me it looked like two idiots had run together head on. An older man was rushing around a station wagon trying to get his kids and family out while a pickup truck was just sitting there and looked like it was getting ready to burn. The smoke coming out from under the hood was a dead giveway. Somehow you can always tell when its smoke from a fire instead of steam from a broken radiator. We piled out and Kathy and I grabbed fire extinguishers from their mounts at the back of the Hummer. We headed for the truck while Carol and Terry started trying to help the man get his family out. We didn't have much trouble getting the hood open and then it only took a minute to stop the fire with the extinguishers. It only took one look at the pickups driver to see he wouldn't ever need attention again except from an undertaker. The fool didn't even have a sterring wheel on the vehicle. Apparently he'd been driving with a pair of vice grips clamped onto the steering rod. It was hard to be sure about thing though since the rod was now imbedded in his chest. It was lucky we'd put the fire out though since there was a young girl in the passenger seat and she was a little the worse for wear from the crash. We got her out right away and laid her on the ground away from the pickup. Kathy and Carol started tending to her right away. Kathy left Carol tending to her after a minute and went to look at the passengers from the station wagon. It took a little while to get things sorted out. The girl was able to talk to us after a few minutes and I started asking her what had happened. Carol had joined Kathy and Terry by that time. They were checking out hte station wagon's passengers by now. The girl told me the man had taken her from her home since her mother died. I hope those other people aren't hurt badly but I'm glad Jim got kilt. I think he smothered Mama with a pillow just so he could steal me away. He's been telling me what he was going to do to me since he took me away. I've heard about it before, heck, I'm sixteen after all, but that didn't mean I wanted him to do that to me," she said, and then broked down crying. What could I do? I pulled her into my arms and just let her cry. All the while I kept telling her everything would be ok. Kathy came over to us then saying she was going to call for a medibac. Two of the people in the station wagon appeared to have internal injuries. I let her take care of it while I kept trying to comfort the girl. She came to get me a few minutes later saying they wanted to talk to me. Once I got on the radio a young man told me the medivac was on the way. He also said a Chinook was headed our way too bring us a few more things they thought we should have. I told him it was fine and we'd be waiting. Less than thirty minutes later two helicopters arrived. The medical transport landed right away while the Chinook merely hovered with a load slung beneath it. Suddenly a line unrolled from the Chinook and a soldier used it to slide down to the ground. The Chinook lowered its load onto the ground then and the soldier unhooked the load. The Chinook set down then and the medical transport took off. The soldier came over to talk to me then to explain about what they'd dropped off. It was a fuel trailer for the Hummer to drag. He said it was full with two thousand gallons of fuel. He explained it would be better if we fueled at normal servicce stations and save the traler's fuel for emergcies. It sounded logical to me. Other soldiers unassed the Chinook then and began bringing other things out of it to put into the Hummer. Those are sleeping bags, MREs for emergency rations, more BDUs for clothings and additional firearms and ammunition. What the hell. I guess we werre being even more well equipped than when we left. They put some of the stuff inside the Hummer and then tied a lot of things to the carry rack on top. The soldiers then got the other passengers from the station wagon into their bird and took off. It was only after they'd left I remembered the young girl from the pickup was still with us. I got back on the radio again and the same voice I'd been talking to answered. I told him there was a dead man left over out here and he said he'd contact the local authorities to come and take care of him. That seemed to be the extent of things. I went over to see Marilyn, the sixteen year old girl then and asked her where she wanted to go. She said home at once so we hooked the trailer to the Hummer and then all piled inside. I took back over the driving and Marilyn sat in the front passenger seat to give me directions. There brick veneer home was only about ten miles on up the highway and she showed me where to pull in. I went with her to the door and she opened it and we walked inside. She led me to her mother's body but I saw right away she was breathing so I rushed back to the door and motioned for Kathy and Carol to come inside. Since it was a medical situation I kept out of the way. Carol ran back outside to bring in some equipment and I watched more closely. They set up a breathing aparatus for oxygen and then they broke out some more stuff and began stitching up a large gash on the woman's head. "You'd better call for another medivac. She's breathing well, but she's still unconcious from the blow to her head," Kathy told me. I went back to the Hummer and called for another bird. I asked if they needed directions but the voice on the other end told me they'd just come to where the Hummer was parked since they had a locator on it. Hell, I hadn't even known it had such, but I felt better about things now that I knew about it. Half an hour later another medical helicopter landed and two corpmen hopped out and brought a gurney into the house. Kathy had alreay placed an IV in the woman's arm and the corpmen hung it from a pole on the gurney and rolled the woman away. "Marilyn, is there anyone else staying here?" I asked her. "No." "Do you want to stay here alone?" I asked her. "Not really, but what else can I do?" she asked. "Well, you can come along an help us," I said, since I'd already noticed she had a nice set of titties to call her own. I didn't intend to force myself on the poor young thing, but I will admit if she thought she wanted to join in while Kathy, Carol, and I were bumping fuzz I wasn't going to turn her down. Sixteen was old enough to make your own decisions as far as I was concerned. I needn't have worried about her joining us. Her face lit up when I told her she could comme along and help. She asked if we had time for her to pack a few things and I told her I thought Carol would help her. I was wrong about it though since Carol and Kathy both went to help. Kathy teased me about taking in helpers for Carol and her. She didn't really have any objections though. "You know you really do have a big dick and sometimes there is such a thing as to much of a good thing. As soon as Marilyn starts helping I can see where we'll get at least a day off every now and then. There ended up being more to pack than i'd thought. They had food here and with no one to use it for a while we packed it. Or we packed all we didn't cook up for a meal right now. Kathy broiled us all a thick steak and cooked the other meat in the freezer except a big ham she brought along. She said she could make sandwiches from it for days. After eating we loaded up Marilyn's things and took off. Marilyn asked what we were doing when we started out and Kathy told her we were just riding around looking for people to help. Marilyn seemed to like the idea more and more as Kathy explained about it. We made it nearly a hundred miles before we came upon another wreck. A car had slid off the road and overturned on the way down the embankment. We stopped and check on it and there were four men inside. The'd either been hunting or coming back from a hunt. The driver was obviously dead since his window had been open and his head had been squashed when the car rolled over his upper body which had been nearly out the open window. The other three men had various injuries, but we called for a medivac for them. They had several broken bones and I decided they could benefit from several x-rays. Two helicopters arrived withint an hour and they carted up the injured and took them away. The pilot said he'd get hold of the local authorities and send them after the dead on. We waited around until the meat wagon came to pick up its load and then we werre on our way again. ------- Chapter 4 Soon enough we headed back up Highway 59 and I hoped we'd get back to Atlanta before we came across any more trouble. There was no such luck. Just south of Nacogdoches we spotted a damned road block on the highway. I looked it over with a pair of binoculars when we were still more than a mile out. They didn't look like any official law enforcement types and I could see they had already stopped two cars. They were on a bridge over a small river. I knew damned well we didn't have any really long range firearms so I stayed where I'd stopped in the middle of the road nearly half a mile from the bridge. I broke out the long guns we had, M1s, and had all the girls who knew how to shoot load them up and get ready to fire in case they sent someone down to check us out. My next trick was to call back to Houston for support. General Frankston was on the radio with me in minutes and after I explained the deal he had what he thought was the cure for it right away. Jack, we happen to have a squad of snipers around here just now. I'll send them out in a couple of helicopters. They should be there in an hour or so," he said. I thanked him and we ended the conversation. I told the help was on the way and we just brewed a pot of coffee using the Hummer's electric outlet and a Mr. Coffee. We even broke open an MRE each and had a snack. We were considering brewing another pot when two Apaches and a Chinook set down behind us. I hopped out and went to talk things over with them. A colonel was in charge and he introduced himself as Chester Groton. I gave him all the intel I had on the situation and pointed out that I thought they had some captives already. He had one of the Apaches get up again and directed him to the other end of the bridge to keep them from running away. About then he had eight snipers and their spotters get out of the Chinook and set up for business. They carted their equipment to the end of the bridge and prepared to open the ball. It left them with about a three hundred yard shot. I just waited and watched the targets with the binoculars. I don't know what the fools on the bridge had in mind, but they were just standing around. Most of them were carrying long guns, but they looked like hunting rifles and they weren't pointing them in our direction. When the snipers got prone and pointed their Barrets toward the targets the Colonel told them to make sure they didn't hit any of the detained civilians and then he told them to fire when ready. Damn. Those Barrets made one hell of a lot of noise. I was watching when they fired and the eight men standing around with rifles all went down at once. Soon enough one of the men I considered a captive got out of a car waving a white rag. The snipers jumped up and started trotting toward them then. I noticed four of them would trot about fifty yards and then shoulder their weapons while the other four leapfrogged them and did the same thing fifty yards later. They only shot one more individual on the way and only then because he popped up from behind a pickup with a rifle, pointing it at them. When they reached the jam up they began sorting the sheep from the goats. Apparently the captured civilians helped them. Six more men were rounded up, stripped of their weapons, had their hands bound behind them and were sent our way with two of the snipers following them. Meanwhile the remaining snipers and spotters began throwing the dead ones off the bridge and into the water. The captured men were crying and begging by the time they made it. I didn't know the snipers had told them they were on their way to their final trial. The Colonel knew it all though and as the culprits arrived he shot them each and every one in the forehead with his sidearm. It was a .45 auto. He motioned for a couple of his men to pitch the bodies onto the shoulder of the road and then he went back to the Chinook. He told me to go and examine the bad boys vehicles in case I wanted them as he left. We got back into the Hummer and took off again. When we reached the road block I was happy to see two new looking four wheel drive crew cab pickups. I checked them out and found they were lightly loaded with supplies and equipment. I asked Carol to drive one and Kathy to drive the other. The civilians looked shell shocked and I asked the oldest man with them if any were injured. "No, but it was lucky you drove up when you did. I had the feeling they were going to kill all us men and they were looking long and hard at the girls," he said. Hell, I didn't say so but I would have been too. They didn't look like girls to me. They were young women and they were worth looking at. We let him go then and they took off toward the north after Carol and Kathy had the pickups out of the way. Just as I was about to climb back into the Hummer the Colonel came back to tell me he was going to let the Apache scout the road ahead of us. He told us what frequency to get on to talk to the pilot and I finally figured out how to do it. He'd also told us the pilots call sign was Snakeyes and I called him to make sure I could reach him. He came right back and said he hadn't seen anything else in the road so we took off. We stayed behind the civilians we'd help rescue until they turned off the road in Nacadoches. We kept at it. Three hours later we made it through Bivins Texas, a small town just seven mile south of Atlanta. Snakeyes called us and said there was another roadblock just outside the town of Atlanta. The colonel told him to take a blocking position again and as we came near the place, on the ground, the Chinook sat down behind where we stopped and the snipers piled out and took up positions again. The colonel came out with a bull horn, pointed it there way and told them to clear the bridge at once by driving toward us. They didn't make any moves to comply. I was looking at them through my binoculars and saw one I knew and damned if he didn't seem to be the head man in charge. "That's Cooter Jameson giving the orders down there. He's a wanna be tough guy and he's a known thief." I said, to the colonel. "Maybe you can talk some sense into him. Want to give it a try?" he asked me. I took the bullhorn and did my best. "The Jig's up Cooter. This is a patrol sent out from Houston to get rid of the roadblocks on Highway 59. That helicopter behind you ain't going to let you leave except in flaming wreckage. These are eight snipers laid out in front of me and they're just waiting for the word to cut you down like the piece of shit you are. If you want to live ten more seconds you'd better give up," I said. Cooter's last action was shooting us the bird. A sniper took his head off seconds later. Man, I was going to beg for one of those Barrets before they left. The rest of Cooter's buddies couldn't throw their weapons down fast enough. One word from the colonel and they were on their backs on the bridge. The snipers took the lead and we headed toward them. There were nine of them when we got there. The colonel took out his cell phone and called the county sheriff when we stopped. He explained who he was and explained that we had executed the ring leader of a band of road pirates and that we had nine others captured. He asked if the sheriff wanted us to hold the others for him to pick up or just execute them all here and now. Apparently the sheriff didn't have the manpower to deal with them now and the colonel didn't say a thing except "Goodbye." He then took out his sidearm and began cashing in the chips of the others. The snipers stripped the bodies and threw them into Black Bayou. Cooter and his cronies must not have had time to steal any good rides since they had come in one shitty pickup and two shittier cars. The snipers got them going and drove them off the bridge. I told the colonel I was home now and he said they'd park up in the National Armory and wait for a telephone call so we could tell him we were safely in my home. He handed me a brand new cell phone and told me it was on a government account so I should feel free to call anytime I needed something. He said there were several numbers saved in it already. I thanked him and climbed back in the Hummer in the passenger seat and gave Marilyn, the current driver, directions on which way to go. We went directly to my family home at 601 Miller Street. The house looked abandoned when we got there and I was glad enough about that. The electricity and gas were off though and I didn't think much of that. I used the cell phone and called the numbers directory assistance gave me. I'll admit I threw my weight around a little when I got someone on the line. I gave them my official title and ordered them to get the electricity and gas back on right away. One woman at the Electric company said it wouldn't be possible and I told her I'd have a squad of Special Forces to see her about it if they didn't get on the way right now. She said she'd take care of it so I let it go and hung up. I was surprised to see a car from the gas company show up in about five minutes. A single man got out and headed for the meter. When he got to it he asked if there were any valves open in the house. I told him I didn't know and he asked if we could open the place up and check. We opened the garage door with a butt stroke from an M16 and then everyone went inside to look for open gas valves. I led the way since I knew where the possibles were. They all seemed to be off and I went out and told the guy. "I'll go ahead and turn on the gas and if you'll show me where the water heater and any other appliances that use pilots are I'll light them," he said, and then he gave the valve a turn. I took him to the water heater and he lit it right away, then I showed him the central heat furnace and a thermostat controlled wall heater and he did the deal there too. We had three other wall heaters that used pilots but they weren't controlled by a thermostat. I told him I could take care of them but he tagged along with me anyway, explaining it was his job to make sure nothing went wrong with gas leaking. He stayed about an hour occasionally wandering around in the house to make sure he didn't smell any gas. When he decided everything was going well he showed me how to turn off the gas at the meter with a cresent wrench. He told us we should cut it off if we smelled gas anywhere and call him so he could come back and help us take care of it. "I watched everything on TV while that thing was coming toward earth and I recognize you as the one who stayed up in the space station looking over us all. I damned sure appreciate it and if you have any trouble out of your gas just give me a call," he said, and handed me a card." "I'm up here now to try and help get a handle on some of the things going on illegally, such as road block robbery and such. If you need my help call me anytime," I said, and wrote my new cell number on a piece of paper and gave it to him. At least I felt like I'd made one friend today. I called the General then and told him I was home and things were doing well. I asked him to get in touch with the county sheriff and the Texas highway patrol to tell them I was in place and let them in on my authority which was higher than theirs. He said he'd deal with them and make sure things went smoothly, or else. The electric company's man drove up just then and damned if I didn't know him. He was shocked to see me in a uniform, but he also knew what I'd done up in space. It didn't take him five minutes to put a meter back in place and then he went inside also to make sure things were working right. Hell, he'd been out to this house before and he'd actually done some of the wiring in it when he was a local electrician. He gave it a clean bill of health and went on his way after giving me his card. I wrote my number on another slip of paper for him and told him to call me anytime he needed me in case he ran into some undesirables. The girls had already been checking out the house and they told me that mercifully someone had emptied the refrigerator and freezer when the power was cut off. "I guess we'd all better load up and go to Wal-Mart then. We're gonna need some groceries." I said. When we got there we went in and all took a buggy at my insistance. I told them to get anything they wanted, especially if it was something to eat or something to cook or eat with. "When you get a buggy full just roll it back up front and tell the door greeter to watch it while you fill up another one," I said, and then took off with a buggy of my own. I headed for the meat department first and loaded up every steak in the place and then got ten pounds of bacon. I swung back around by the dairy case but decided I didn't have enough room left so I took the buggy back up front. The door greeter gave me some shit about watching our buggies so I headed for the manager's office and told him my problem. "That's a service we don't normally provide," he said. I pointed to the federal badge the General had given me and pulled my bluff. I drew my sidearm and put the barrel under his double chin. "It's a service you're going to provide for me or I'll call in a squad of Special Forces and close this place down and then take what I want without paying a dime," I told him. He said on second thought he could see it would help us get what we wanted more efficiently. Then he called a girl out of his office and told her to take care of me. "That's right neighborly of you to give me a special helper for my shopping. Don't forget to tell the door greeter to keep an eye on our buggies, and get your ass down there and tell her personally right now or I'll arrest you for disobeying a direct order from a federal officer," I said, and he waddled his fat ass off toward the door greeter. I even made him push my buggy back down there. Jane, the girl he'd called went with me while I went for another buggy. Carol and Kathy were down at the door greeter waiting when we got back there, right behind fat ass. Everything was straightened out right away so I grabbed another buggy and off I went, back to the dairy aisle, Jane even took a buggy too. I loaded up six gallons of milk and then headed for the coffee. I stopped on the way and picked up two very fancy Mr Coffee machines. It looked like they were ready for me when we came to the bean department since they had a center of the aisle display of cases of Ranch Style Beans. I loaded on six and then headed for the bakery. I finished filling the buggy with pastries, donuts, and six three pound cans of coffee. The asshole manager was waiting for me when we got back and demanded to know the name and contact information for my superior officer. "The President of the United States is my only direct superior. You can find his number on your own, but if I were you I'd call your direct superior first. If you can't get hold of the President you can call General Frankston at NASA in Houston. He can have a squad of Special Forces up here in a couple of hours to arrest you, but you'd better go outside and clear out a spot for the helicopters to land," I said, and I think he was reconsidering his options before I even left. "You're being a little rough on Mr Johnson aren't you?" Jane asked as we left for more shopping. "He's just a little cog caught up in a big machine. I have direct authority over the county sheriff and the Texas Highway Patrol. A dip shit Wal-Mart manager isn't going to tell me what to do. Besides, I just came by my authority lately and I need to throw my weight around a little." "Oh, just try to take it easy on me." she said, and laughed. "I'd never pull that kind of thing on a girl or woman. You notice I didn't give the door greeter any direct static didn't you?" I asked. We met Carol and Marilyn heading back toward the front door just then. Marilyn asked me what she should be looking for. "I think you should concentrate on clothes. Buy any you want, but load up on blue jeans and button up shirts. Be sure to get plenty of athletic socks and then go and buy two pairs of Cowboy boots and two pairs of lace up hunting type boots. Pick out any other shoes you want along the way and be sure to get at least two pairs of sneakers. Remind the others about the bluejeans, shoes, and boots if you happen by them. You should probably pick up plenty of underwear and hose if you wear them too," I said, and she told me she would. Speaking of bluejeans I headed toward them at once. I found eight pair of Wranglers in my size and took them all. I realized I hadn't told Jane to shop at will so I turned to do it. "Jane, if you see something you want be sure and grab it right away. It's my treat, or at least it's the government's." I told her. She was shy about doing it though so I made her take plenty of jeans and shirts too. I headed us for the shoe department then and as I was trying on boots I had Jane get three pair for herself. Jane was ahead of me for a little while and I noticed how nice her ass looked as she swung and swayed it. I asked her if she'd like a better job and when she asked what it would be I told her. I mentioned we'd be on the road most of the time and then I mentioned the pay. She asked me where she could apply and I told her she was hired already if she wanted the job. Damned if she didn't accept it on the spot. "I was getting tired of lard ass pinching my ass all the time anyway," she said. "Well, I promise not to pinch it at all though I might give it a pat every now and then," I said. "Well, you're kinda cute and a lot younger than he is. I might just let you pat it all you want," she said, and I thought I'd made a good hire. We shopped in Wal-Mart for another two hours and then we had the checkout to do. I had plenty of cash on me and in the Hummer, but I tried out the government plastic anyway and I was happy to see it didn't choke on six thousand and some odd dollars. At least the manager had caught on by now and he called six boys out of the back to help us take the buggies out. It was more than a little trouble getting everything inside the Hummer but we got it done and then headed home. We'd just pulled up when Kathy said we'd forgotten to get any sleeping bags. "We can take care of that down at Bogie's Sporting Goods tomorrow. We need to pick up some firearms anyway." I said. We had hell getting everything in the refrigerator at first, but we did it and then Kathy and Carol started taking some of it right back out to cook supper. I asked them if they wanted to cook and told them we could go out to eat if it would be better, but they claimed they wanted to cook and Marilyn and Jane agreed. At least the house was warm now since we'd left the heat and all wall heaters on. By and by we had steaks and mashed potatoes with plenty of Ranch Style Beans for supper. It was delicious and I made a pig of myself. After eating I had a hot shower and the girls all took a bath. Luckily there were plenty of towels ready for us, but I knew we'd need to go right back to Wal-Mart for more tomorrow. We had enough for tonight and a few extra, but we'd have to wash and dry them before we did it again. I wanted to have plenty of towels. ------- Chapter 5 We headed for bed then and the sleeping arrangements were organized by the women. Kathy got the ball rolling and next I was pressed into service for Carol. They let me have a short break afterwards but soon enough Marilyn, Terry, and Jane triple teamed me. They moved in on either side of me and started kissing and teasing me until I rolled Marilyn to her back and used my right hand to place my dickhead at her dripping portal. It was an easy slide up her and though she seemed a little tense at first she warmed up quickly and was soon blasting off while I placed a come deposit. Jane rolled me off Marilyn as soon as I'd spurted my last and she sucked my limp dick into her mouth and sucked for stiffness. She had me back in shape in no time and then between her legs quickly after that. As I pushed it up her I knew for sure it was her first time, but she took to it at once and banged back up at me with a will. I gave her the first dick induced orgasm she'd ever had and then cooled down her insides with the comeshot treatment. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed all over my face and neck until she drifted off to sleep. Terry took a turn on me then and when she drifted off I was right behind her. It was nice to get up and have a hot shower the next morning and even nicer to wander to the kitchen and find hot cakes, bacon, and syrup waiting. I filled up quickly and then sat around while everyone else finished eating. We got a call on the radio shortly and when I answered I learned General Frankston had some supplies on their way up for us. Apparently the snipers had suggested we have a few Barretts of our own so they were on the way along with several spotting scopes. The Barretts were equiped with day/night 6-18 power scopes. I was told they were only half ass bore sighted and that we should take time to sight them in properly first thing. I decided we might as well wait for the delivery before starting anything else and it was nearly two hours later when we heard a helocopter circling around. We went outside and a Chinook sat down. I was surprised at the number of men who piled out of it. One of them came over to talk while the others spread out and made ready for the next Chinook to set its cargo down. That one had another ambulance type Hummer below it and the men released the hook up when it was on the ground. "General Frankston decided you needed another vehicle and he told me to assure you it had the same type of burn anything power plant as in your original equipment. We also brought you twelve more Barretts with 6-18 variable Day/Night scopes and he sent me to help you get them sighted in. We also have several targets and stands along with four shooting benches and stools including sandbags to help get the job done. Damn. This was service and I appreciated it. Delton, the one who'd told me the low down started directing men to set up the temporary range after he asked me for a good place to do so. Less than an hour later he had four of the girls settled in and firing. I left them at it and went inside for more coffee. Of course since the girls were taking lessons I had to make my own, but I even made plenty extra and soon enough I was sharing it with Delton and the other men who were helping him. I just wandered around outside looking at what they had unloaded. I noticed eighteen Browning Lightweight Stalkers in 30-06 had come along with the dozen Barretts. They weren't in exactly new shape though, unless it was a special model for armed forces use. They also had the same 6-18 Day/Night scopes as the Barretts plus the stocks had hardware installed for military type slings and the slings were already attached. I let Delton finish his first talk to the girls and after he let them start firing I asked him if he'd brought any cooks along since he had all mine firing. He had indeed brought four cooks. He went over to the Chinook and invited them out. I was surprised they were all female and each one had a hardcase containing a Barrett and a Browning Lightweight Stalker, but their helpers weren't. Six men began unloading bulk food after the women were out. Much of it was in cans but there were several ice chest type containers. As soon as the firing stopped Delton took a look at the targets with a spotting scope. He decided Jane had done the best job so he let her show the cooks where to get started while the others changed targets. Delton asked me to join the others at the firing table since Jane was occupied. He had a Barrett 82a1 for my use also and he fetched it out of the Chinook. It was in a hardcase like the others had been but I noticed it had my name on the case and my rank insignia too. I thanked him for the detail. When I opened the hard case and removed the weapon it looked like a normal 82a1 to me amd there was a Browning in with it too. I loaded the Barrett and sat down to give it a first try for sighting it in. After I fired three rounds I used the spotting scope and found all three holes in nearly the same spot, but it was off to the right about an inch and about an inch and a half high. I adjusted the windage but left the elevation alone. We went through three more rounds of firing at this range and then we moved the targets back another hundred yards. My windage was right on this time but the elevation was now slightly low. I adjusted it and fired three more rounds. I was happy with the elevation now since it was about an inch above the mark. We finally got around to moving the targets out another hundred yards and things were just right for my rifle this time. It would be we within an acceptable group from 100 to three hundred yards. If I needed to make a shot at over three hundred yards I could make adjustments to my sight picture before firing. It was the way I liked to sight a rifle in anyway. Especially one which could preform out past three hundred yards. We broke for a meal shortly after that and then Delton and the others took off to return to base. He left the four women who'd done the cooking with us and told me they were assigned to my group now. I was happy to see they had hard cases of their own with the equipment left for them and I was even happier when they showed us how to arrange things in the hard cases so they would accomodate both a Browning Automatic Lightweight Stalker and an M821a in the same case. It was quite a trick when the Day/Night scopes were attached to both. After the Chinook left we went back to firing with us letting the cooks check their sighting first and then we had a slight competition. I was even happier when I won, but two of the cooks, Mary, and Julie came in right behind me with Kathy and Carol showing up next in line with nearly identical scores. All of the women could shoot well though and I was happy to have them, especially since the sniper squad went back in the Chinook along with them men who had helped unload. Apparently General Frankston felt I'd do better with women helping me. It suited me fine.It was getting on in the afternoon by now and the four new cooks got busy with Kathy and Carol while Jane and Marilyn helped. I found out what had been in one of the ice chest as soon as they began sharing out what they'd cooked. Of course they'd warmed up plenty of Ranch Style Beans but we each had a rare New York Strip which I knew must have come along with the food today. Sadly they hadn't brought any beer along but the coffee was good and plentiful. I learned they'd also sent us some DVDs with current satellite maps of Texas, Oklahoma, Arkansas, and Louisiana. Of course we could get nearly the same infor from Google Maps, but the DVDs had even better detail and thankfully all the advertisements Google showed had been removed. Mary, the head cook that had just been assingned to us had some urls of more current data than Google had access to. It was all good since information was basically our best asset along with the tremendous firepower we now had. We knocked off for bed shortly after the sun went down since I planned to leave early in the morning and head on up Highway 59 to make sure there weren't any road pirates trying to set up on the highway. Someone woke us before the sun rose the next morning and I was glad of it. We had a big breakfast of Bacon, eggs, and homemade bread. I was fat and happy when we loaded up into the two Hummers and headed up the road. As I'd halfway expected there was a road block being set up on the bridge over the Sulphur River. We stopped about a hundred yards from the bridge and set up two of the firing tables Delton had left with us. We all broke out our Barrets and I erected the spotting scope since it was 60 power and would give me a good look. What I saw was almost exactly what I expected. There were twelve disreputable looking men and they were armed with what appeared to be hunting rifles. One of them was at least half of a lard ass and he seemed to be giving orders. Several of the men took rest on the vehicles and were pointing their rifles our way. I made it as about four hundred yards to the nearest one so I didn't think they could hit us reliably from where they were. It didn't mean they couldn't get off a lucky shot, but it didn't look like they were going to try unless we came closer. No matter whether they fired first or not. They were setting up to block a public highway and they had to go. "It seems like a four hundred yard shot from here to me. Make your adjustments and fire at will. Talk over the target selection among yourselves. There's no need in more than one of you shooting at the same target," I said. Mary fired first while I was still viewing through the spotting scope. She took out the lard ass and the others all got one each until they started firing their second shots and I couldn't tell who was shooting who any longer. I cashed in one who had hidden under a pickup after the firing started and we kept at it until one of them started waving a white flag. "All of you stand up without your weapons and walk toward us," I told them via the bullhorn. Only three started our way unarmed but I smelled a rat somehow. they stopped when they made it about halfway to us so I grabbed the bullhorn again. "Keep coming until I tell you to stop," I told them, but one turned around and headed back. Kathy showed him the error of his ways but I doubt it was a lesson that would do his dead ass any good. The others headed toward us right away and I had them come on until they were about five feet from the firing tables. I pulled one of my Glocks then and pointed it at the one who looked the oldest. "Let me tell you what I'm going to do for you. I'm going to let you tell me how many are left up there. If you lie to me you'll die first and the rest of you will die one at a time until I get a good count or I run out of your sorry asses," I said, and the one I'd singled out said there were three more up there with guns. One of the others spoke up and said there were five so I shot the one who'd lied to me in the nose and he went down dead before he hit the ground. "Let that be a lesson to the rest of you. You don't get a free lie to me. As soon as I find out you've lied you die right then. Now, the rest of you had better put your heads together and get the count right. I'll be counting the next lie as number two for all of you and your bodies will be in the river as quickly as I can shoot you," I said, and they put their heads together and claimed there were only three more waiting. I grabbed the bullhorn again. "I know there are more of you up there. You have one more chance to throw your weapons down and come out before I open up with the twin fifty calibre machine guns you can see in the turret atop our Hummer," I said, and as advertised three more men showed themselves without weapons in hand. Yes, it was a sucker move on them and as soon as they made it to us I executed them all and we tossed their bodies off the bridge after stripping everything useable off their bodies. Yes, it was rough justice but it was all we had time for now. I don't mean only us either. I was sure shit like this was happening all over the United States. I wasn't sure whether Marshal Law had been declared or not, but I knew I'd been given the rank and responsibility to switch into that mode if I felt it was necessary. To my way of thinking people erecting roadblocks on U.S. Highways were going to get the same treatment anywhere we ran into them. I was feeling a little unsure about the other three we'd captured. We didn't have the people to watch them 24/7. I settled for strip searching them all and rigging up a restraint which included a chain around their waist with one hand cuffed tightly to it. Then I told them what was coming next. "I'm going to let you live a little while longer as long as you behave yourselves and make yourselves useful. You won't get much warning if you start fucking up. If you cause any grief you'll get one in the head and a trip into the nearest stream of river we can find. Don't worry so much about that though. I'll put plenty of holes into your asses to make sure you won't float." Of course they all promised to be on their best behavior. They'd better because I wasn't bluffing. I intended to keep shooting people who gave me shit until someone with higher authority told me to stop it. ------- Chapter 6 My next radio call from General Frankston let me know either my efforts were appreciated or they didn't have any idea what I was doing or how I was acting. He bragged on me for my efficent handling of he things I'd been up against and he told me that both the Texarkana Arkansas and Texas police departments had requested help for removing impromptu roadblocks like the ones I'd already dealt with. He asked the magic question then, as in, what could he do to help me make short work of the roadblocks. I told him an Apache or two and a couple of Chinooks with any snipers he could scrape up would do me a wordl of good. He promised to have them on my way within the hour. I told him I'd head for the different police departments to let them know I was on the job. I went to the Texas side first and happened to catch the Sheriff. I was led into his office and I saw right away he was more than happy to let me take care of the details. I told him I'd have another attack helicopter to block off escapes by this afternoon along with additional snipers to keep from having to just slaughter everyone caught up in the road blocks. He approved of my actions and I told him we'd try to take all the surrenders we could get. He pointed out that the two bridges across the river, the ones carrying I-30, were the most troublesome just now. He even called the Miller County Arkansas Sheriff and arranged a meeting with him for me. The Arkansas Sheriff seemed even happier for the help. He mentioned the same two bridges as the most troublesome. I explained to him I'd get to work on them as soon as my air support got here. "Air support?" You won't be bombing the bridges will you?" he asked. "No, not at all. The helicopter gunships will just make sure there is no backway out for the assholes. They're sending me several snipers to put at one end of the bridge and shoot our way through. It has worked well that way so far," I told him, and he seemed relieved. Three hours later we'd eaten lunch and made it to the south end of the bridges. We'd been watched by the ones causing the trouble, but since all we did was set up the firing tables and seats they didn't do anything except try to contact us. We ignored them until the Apache took station on the opposite end. Once I had the girls we'd trained and a few imported snipers seated at the firing table I took the bullhorn and gave the assholes their marching orders. As in, throw down your weapons and walk our way unarmed. They ignored the order and so I told the shooters to fire at will. I watched through the spotting scope and soon there were twelve of them lying dead or severly wounded. Eight were running away toward the other end so I called the helo and told him to fire at them with machine guns only. No rockets or cannons in case they might damage the bridge. He went me one better and waited until all eight of them cleared the bridge and then he turned his miniguns on them. They didn't last twenty seconds. I sent the snipers in on foot then and once again they spit up into two groups and leapfrogged each other down the bridge. It was pretty pointless this time since everyone but a few women captives were either dead or wounded. The rest of us followed. We made sure the wounded joined the dead and then threw them all into the water after stripping anything useable off the bodies. Both sheriffs drove up about then and I explained what we'd done. They both smiled over it and said they'd send undertakers to pick up the bodies. When I told them how we'd already taken care of that detail they smiled again. I did ask if they could get the stranded vehicles off the bridge and they promised to. After making sure we had all our people loaded up we headed back to Atlanta. As luck would have it there was another bunch of assholes getting set up to block the Sulphur River bridge again. The Apache had been slowtrailing us down the road and after it made a low pass over the assholes they threw down their weapons and after a little direction from the bullhorn they lay on the bridge and waited for us to come after them. We bound their arms with plastic ties and called for the Chinook to come and pick them up and called the Cass County sheriff to let him know we'd be dropping off the captives at the jailhouse if he wanted us to. He asked if we couldn't just deal with them and I said we could. I walked over to the Chinook and asked the officer in charge if he could just take them up to about three thousand feet and drop them into the lake. He said of course he could. He even let us strip the ones we hadn't already first. I felt like I'd done a good days work by the time we got back to my house. The women went directly to the kitchen and started cooking while I took a shower. We had a grest meal and then went to bed. I didn't need any TV to get me ready for sleeping since most of the girls wanted a little workout. Apparently word got around about the service we were doing since General Frankston got a call from Shreveport Louisiana requesting some help clearing the roads. We spent the next week patroling all over the four states area cleaning up. We didn't make any arrest but we did get rid of plenty of assholes. It just goes to show you how lax the United States had gotten over corraling assholes. In a time of National Emergency we had every asshole for himself while the French had becomme resistance fighters during WWII. Oh well, it wasn't exactly the same now, but it was close. We took a couple of days off at home but soon we got a little bored and restocked our vehicles for another roam around. We also did a little more training at our impromptu rifle range. Most of the girls were excellent shots after we were done and all of them were good shots. The next mornig, a Friday, we headed back down toward Nacogdoches. We came across a few roadblocks but they weren't on bridges and the Apaches scared the shit out of them. They all threw down their weapons as soon as it made threstening moves toward them. We sent the first dozen off on a Chinook in handcuffs. Apparently our gift was well received by General Frankston because he sent two Chinooks back and they had a lot more personal restraints loaded on for us to use. We sent our final six captives back on one of them and two returned. These were both stocked with food and I noticed a lot of it came in large ice chests. Checking the insides I noticed plenty of steaks. They also sent us a hundred pound sack of Irish potatoes and twenty cases of Ranch Style Beans. With the helicopters scouting the road ahead of us we had no troubles and we made a short stop at a big Wal-Mart in Nacogdoches for a shopping break. One thing I made sure to get was plenty of eggs. We'd had breakfast without any for the last two days. We went ahead and used the Wal-Mart parking lot to set up for the night and we went to bed early and got up early the next morning. We headed out again and took highway 7 heading east and switched to highway 84 in Logansport Louisiana. We stayed on 84 until it ran across Interstate 49 where we turned north and headed for Shreveport. Just south of Shreveport we came across another bunch of wannabe roadblockers. They had quite a group and they had taken over a small bridge across a wide bayou. We set up the firing tables about three hundred yards from them while the Apache moved in behing them. I used the bullhorn to tell them to throw down their arms and clear the road. Of course this bunch of coon asses wasn't impressed, but they rethought their position when the Barretts started cashing in all armed men. Five minutes after the firing started someone was waving a white flag and the rest started laying their firearms on the ground and laying their asses down beside them. We walked up to them with the snipers leading the way and we shared some of the cuffs we'd been sent with the men. Most of the women seemed glad not to be included in the jewelery but a couple seemed indignant over being excluded. I had them cuffed too and then we gave them all a serious patting down. Once we had them completely disarmed we loaded them onto the Chinooks and sent them to General Frankston for whatever he had in mind for them. I gave a little talk to all the leftover women and told them to go home and not try blocking a road again. All of them took off except one. She was a delicious little blonde who claimed she was eighteen. Her sad story was both her mother and father had been taken away in the helicopter and she didn't have a home to go to. "What's your name miss?" I asked her. "Cheryl," she said. "Would you like to go with us and help out. The pay is three hundred a week and you'd mostly be cooking, cleaning, and helping serve meals." I said. "Of course I want to. When do I start?" she asked. "Right now." I said, and she piled into the Hummer I was driving. We continued into Shreveport and then headed out to see the Sherrif of Caddo Parish. Fortunately General Frankston had already contacted him and better yet he approved of our work. After getting acquainted he suggested a few areas for us to check out and then we left. He sent a state patrolman withus and that worthy gentleman directed us to where a bunch of assholes were blocking the bridge from Shreveport to Bossier City. They already had maybe a hundred men keeping watch on things, but the patrolman with us talked to the head man in charge here and he was only too happy to turn the details over to us. This one was a little more complicated since there were two bridges basically side by side and the assholes had taken over both of them. I decided to do one at a time and we set up the sniper's firing tables and rests on one while the Apache that had been staying with us took up a position on the far end. The snipers were barely seated and checking the range to the targets when one of the men on the bridge fired our way. The bullet fell short but the one right back his way didn't. In fact, it was a head shot and there was plenty of excitement when the initial shooter's head exploded. I took up my bullhorn next. "You are illegally blocking a public road, but you know that don't you. What you might not realize is that I've been instructed by the president of the United States to clear all people blocking roads. We're going to start killing you, exactly like we just did if you don't put down your weapons and surrender." I said. The trooper who'd come with us stepped up and told me the mayor didn't want any of them harmed. "Did you hear what I told them? Who do you think has the authority here, the President or the Mayor? I don't really give a shit what the mayor wants and if he comes out here to try stopping us I'll arrest his ass and send him to Houston where I send the others we capture." I told him and he backed his ass up and went back to watching. I talked to my shooters then, and since no one had put down their weapons out on the bridge I told them to fire at will. Apparently the assholes hadn't thought I was telling the truth. I saw through my spotting scope that fourteen men were down with at least serious wounds if not fatal ones. Several of those remaining alive began running toward the other end of the bridge, but they all stopped when the pilot used his miniguns to chew up pavement just off the bridge. I sent the snipers out to check for stragglers then and they took care of the rest of the matter. Suddenly I heard the helocopter firing again and I saw it was at the end of the other bridge. I called a few of the snipers back and had them move over to that one and they got in place in plenty of time. The runners were coming our way now and they were still carrying weapons. Just one round from each of the snipers made them change their minds and those who could still hold weapons put them down at once. With the help of the police who were out of a job now we cuffed eighteen good old boys and the Chinooks set down for loading. "Hey, where are you taking them?" the patrolman asked me. "To Houston, where the General who sent me out has a place set up to deal with them. Do you really want to pay for the jail space to hold them up here? They'll probably be executed within days down there." I said. "Executed? On what charges?" he asked. "On charges of impeding the Civil Defense emergency work going on. They're trying to take advantage of a National Emergency and they'll damned sure pay the price for it. If I wasn't sure they would I'd go ahead and shoot them here and now." "If you did I'd have to arrest you," he said, trying to make himself sound important. "Look around you. How far do you think you'd get since you'd also be trying to arrest one of the men the President put in charge of fixing this emergency. Did you think I was bullshitting about the President? I'm carrying a Federal Badge and I don't think I need to remind you that I come first in the pecking order. Besides, I've got the most guns on my side. Now, help if you want to or get your ass out of the way if you don't," I told him. Thankfully he backed off, but I knew it only saved his life. I knew my people already and he'd have been dead if he'd tried to arrest me. He looked like he'd come to his senses when the Chinooks landed and began loading prisoners. They were gone soon enough and we loaded up and headed back home shortly afterward. Back in the lead Hummer I could see a case of hero worship brewing on Cheryl's face. It didn't hurt my feelings a bit. In fact I was hoping it would carry on over until it was time to bed down for the night. She had a nice rack and an even nicer ass. Two hours later we piled out at my home. Luckily the lights and gas were still on and we had our recently acquired food inside in no time. The women started cooking, or most of them did. I headed for the shower and was happy enough to see Cheryl coming with me. She was a good sport about shariing a shower and then we dried off and she shared a little pussy with me in my bed. I could get used to this job. We got up to eat a little later and then headed back to bed with more of my helpers joining in on the fun. Someone shook me awake early the next morning and said I was wanted on the radio. It was General Frankston and he bragged on my work right away. No good deed goes unpunished though and he told me he'd been giving out my phone number to officials in my area in case they came across a need for my services. We talked a little longer and he told me I was responsible for about a hundred and fifty mile radius from my home base. "If you get a call from farther out redirect it to us down here, but if it is within your area try to handle it. I've got two Apaches and two Chinooks assigned to you and don't hesitate to use them, but you will need to give them time to go for rearming, refueling and to switch out crews." he said, and I agreed then he let me go. We spent about three weeks doing the same shit until they had the National Guard on the job and organized. It was mostly doing the same job over and over again. I wondered why they kept trying the same thing over and over until I figured out it was new idiots getting their nerve up to try it every time. Hell, it had to be since we made sure none of the offenders ever got a chance to try it twice. Once we even had to arrest a sherrif and his deputies for trying the same shit. At least they had sense enough to know the jig was up when we arrived and we didn't have to shoot any of them. We did send every one of their asses down to Houston to be dealt with though. They were only out of the ordinary by degree though. Several town Marshals tried similar stunts and all of them didn't have the sense to know they'd been trumped. A few of them were even dumb enough to think they outranked me in their local area. At least they all realized they didn't have a chance in hell against our firepower. I figured I'd let the folks in Houston tell them the error of their ways. When the National Guard took over the whole country everyoone basically understood we were under martial law and the assholes went back to their hidey holes and pulled the grass over them to help them hide. After about a week of slack time we got orders to head for the border with Mexico. It seemed there was a shit storm brewing down there. One mass crossing by assholes had already been tried and it looked like another one was building up. At least we didn't have to drive down there. Several Chinooks came to pick up us and our equipment. They even brought us another Hummer like the ones we had except this one had repeating grenade launchers of the H&K GMC persuasion along with the fifty calibre machine guns. They also brought along several man portable H&K GMC launchers with tripod mounts and plenty of ammunition Our first action was West of El Paso out at "nowhere" on the border. We had a little reinforcement in the form of eight more snipers and their equipment. I don't know why they tried what they did, but it involved them slipping up a canyon that crossed the border. We were in place in plenty of time when about four hundred Mexican soldiers made their move. We set up half our snipers on one side of the canyon and half on the other. We used the Grenade launchers to scatter the main body and then let the snipers pick off any who couldn't take the hint. We even let an Apache put a stopper in the end of the bottle so they couldn't get back the way they'd come. After we'd captured the General who'd thought up the deal I called in and General Frankston thought we'd all be better off if the General and his staff weren't heard from again. Hell, it was fine with me and so we turned them loose to walk back. It was just too bad our Apache pilot took them for excapees and mowed all twenty of them down. We stripped the remaining soldiers down and turned them loose to walk back too. Unfortunately for them we didn't think they really needed their boots or any rations except a single canteen. I hope they had a good trip. We came into a nice bonus by taking them. They'd been armed with US surplus M1s and most of them were in pretty good shape. I confiscated every one of them just in case and I also wound up with several thousand rounds of ammunition. We loaded them onto the four wheel drive pickups we took off them and took them back to our staging area. I began to worry if the whole world had gone to hell for good. The US seemed to be nearly under control by now, but I was aware that most of South America wasn't. It seemed I wasn't the only one thinking that way either. Two weeks later I was called back to Houston for a meeting and I wasn't by myself. Someone had been paying attention and they had decided that The Panama Canal was a good place to draw a line in the sand, or whatever. The Canal was basically wrecked from the strike and it seemed things weren't conducive down there for a quick repair. It was getting a little inconveinient for the navy to send their ships around the horn to get them from the Atlantic to the Pacific. We were to be sent along with regular troops to try to keep things down to a dull roar. It was going to be a bitch and I knew it. Panama's troops were scattered to the wind and had been since the strike. ------- Chapter 7 Things rolled right along after we were tentatively tasked with opening a front in Panama in the Canal Zone. We had four days to get home and pack up. When we were ready a shit load of Chinooks came to pick us up, and I do mean pick us up. Our people were loaded inside and then our vehicles were slung beneath. We happened to be ther first bunch to arrive at the new training facility at Ft Hood near Killean Texas. Of course we were hardly the first group to train there since Ft Hood was one of the Army's main training facilities. We were the first of the Border Patrol's heavily armed troops though. We were all signed up when we got there and we were also issued camo uniforms and most standard equipment including Kevlar vest. Damned if we didn't look like regular military except for our firearms. Each "trooper" was assigned both an M821a Barrett and a Browning Automatic Lightweight Stalker. Each had a 6 to 18 variable day/night scope attached. Thankfully they came with hardcases that would hold both at the same time. We each had a 30-90x90 zoom spotting scope along for the ride. We had a week of mostly PT so the women and men could get accustomed to carrying their loads. We also had ample time on the range to sight in and become familar with our new weapons, including the two Glock 10mm pistols which we wore "Cowboy" style on dual holster belts. At the end of a week of this training we took a week off with only light PT during the day and then we took another week of intensive PT and weapon handling to make sure everyone was up to the task. We finally left via airlift directly to the Canal Zone. We set down five miles from the strike zone and had to immediately begin clearing the zone of Panamanians. These were mostly less well armed versions of the assholes we'd been clearning off US highways in the four states area. It seemed robbers and thieves were always some of the first to arrive on scene at a diaster. They were basically trying to steal anything that had been left behind after the strike. They weren't impressed by our uniforms and were generally uncoperative until the firing started. Sadly many Panamanians were sent to meet their maker before we got a handle on things. We started out on the Atlantic side of the fuckup and split up half and half on either side of the canal. With plenty of Apache help we headed west clearning out assholes who had been stalling the repair work by robbing and killing the workers. The Panamanian government didn't have a say in how we operated since the Canal Zone was ours to administer by treaty. We concentrated on the north side first and once it was nominally cleaned up US National Guard units took our places behind us. When we reached the Pacific side we crossed everyone over and finished our clean up on our way back. One of the biggest snarls was what to do with all the potentially pregnant panamanian women and girls who'd been happy enough to provide pussy to the males in our unit. Every male was instructed to usher the girl or woman in question to the medics on the morning after for emplacement of a small medical microchip which was programmed with her date of service and the identity of her prospective "Daddy." All troops were offered the choice of explosive castration if they forgot even one of their conquest. We didn't want to curtail the beginings of new population since so many had died already. We just wanted to know which should be named American at birth. I thought it was probably all useless since I couldn't see anything but statehood for Panama and for all of Mexico after things settled down. To me it seemed we'd be looking for a way to cram sixty to seventy stars in our flag before long. That didn't even count Canada which was already begging for help and getting plenty to start with. There were some Panamanians who didn't approve of course, but they were all of the political stripe. They were all assholes trying to line their pockets as far as I was concerned. Currently my three thousand well trained troops were camping out along the north side of the strike and they were training several Panamanians who'd volunteered to our cause. Of course they were being trained in all manner of assination. We turned them loose after six weeks of training and suddenly the political voices against us stopped talking. Of course more than half of them stopped breathing too, but you can't have everythingl. Still there were some holdouts, as in Generals. Suddenly an alarming number of Panamanian troops took up station across the Canal from us. The President of the United States had already staked his cliam with our side and we were winning hands down in the US opinion polls. After some weekend firing from across the Canal we woke one fine Monday morning to an airstrike. The movement of a US carrier hadn't been mentioned in the press, but the airstrike sure made the news. It seems the Panamanians across from us suffered eight thousand dead and fifteen thousand wounded. They also lost all fifteen of the planes they'd sent up to get them some relief. Apparently POTUS had had enough by now and a hundred thousand marines made an Amphibious landing of sorts. They had been carried as far as possible up the Canal and then made their way to dry land on landing nets to the side of the Canal. The Pres even took a page out of my book and had every Panamanian politician executed by the troops when they were caught. General H. Norman Schwarzkopf had just happened to be hanging around on the Carrier so he went in with an honor guard of a thousand special ops troops and took the surrender of the highest official he could find. Said official being the only one left alive at the time. Three days later the fifty-first state of the Union was ushered in at a special session of the US Congress. Stormin Norman was put in place as the temporary governor and a hundred bureaucrats were sent in directly from Washington DC. What with the success we'd had so far President Obamalamadingdong decided it was time for a joint armed forces operation and a week later two hundred and fifty thousand troops landed from the Gulf of Mexico onto the shores of the fifty-first state. Three carriers were also in place by now and a base was set up within four feet of Costa-Rica's border. The next day an account of the takeover was published in several papers, including a listing of all the politicians who had been tragically mistakenly shot. Other things to make the news was a big write up mentioning the tremendous amount of aid being sent from the US to Panama. Getting by without so much notice was a group of ten thousand military officers coming to show the Panamanian troops how to run an army. Not to mention the three thousand MPs coming in to rid the police of coruption and clean up the brutality just a smidge. Panama was going to be jerked kicking and screaming into the ranks of the decent countries. Costa-Rica was already begging to be allowed to become a part of the US of A. Their politicians had noticed how many of their Panamanian brothers had been tragiccally killed in the change of administration and frankly, they wanted no part of a hostile takeover. It was ok with the US. What with Russia too damned cold to do anything about it and North Korea already subdued there were troops needing someplace to go all over. Obamalamadingdong had done some horse trading with the Ruskies anyway. All our troops were leaving Afghanistan now and Russians were lining up to take over the duty. Of course some of our troops stationed in Europe were pissed, but hell, they signed on to be soldiers and it was time they earned their pay in a warmer climate. Mexico took this chance to throw in the towel too. Most of their government had gone down into the depths with Mexico City. Hell, ninety percent of them were missing and presumed buried for all time. The remaining politicians took this oppurtunity to beg admittance into the US. In a move that was nearly unprecidented the US Congress did the right thing, fast. Mexico was admitted and their Armed forces were sworn in at once with the first ten thousand already headed for Ft Hood to learn the American way. American armed forces had seen the writing on the wall much more quickly than the politicians and had begun recruiting full speed ahead. The Panamanians had already been consumed and recruiters were making great strides in their country already. The US Army had grown by a million men already with similar but slower growth in the Navy and Air Force. Several US Navy ships were being dragged out of mothballs already and contracts had been let for four new battleships, twenty new crusiers, and fifty new destroyers along with planning for ten new nuclear subnarines. It seemed that rock from afar had stirred up more than originally thought. Along with killing millions it seemed to have set in motion a complete realignment of the Western Hemisphere. Most politicians worldwide were scrambling to keep up with the facts on the ground. Obamalamadingdongs numbers were sky high and climbing and the Republicans in Congress could smell a crushing defeat coming in the mid-term elections. Most of them knew better than to cross him now and the few who were still trying had ratings sinking like stones. Even the democrats who'd tried to give him shit to start with were right in line now. And every governor with an election coming up was begging him for a photo op. All I did was move my headquarters from the north side of the Canal to the south side and start preparing for a forced march Columbia way. My merry band of three thousand barely made the point though. Obamalamadingdong sent a hundred thousand of the troops hanging around in Panama to back us up along with two battleships from the Pacific side and an aircraft carrier. Of course the Columbians could see the writing on the wall, but they didn't have a bitch coming. If they hadn't spent some of the drug money they'd been making in the US on military men and equipment it was their own damned fault. They had an army of course, albeit a small one. Their most intensive work so far had been harassing druglords. No matter, we could take that detail off their hands. We had more trouble coming from drugies than from the Columbian Army. We tried to do this movement up right. We took our time building a decent road as we went. We made it in six weeks leaving a six lane dirt road behind us and we massed just inside the Panamanian border. Of course the Columbians couldn't take a hint from what had gone before. They cobbled up what they could of an army and sent it to camp out just across the border from us. As soon as the battleship was in place they turned their sixteen inch guns on the Columbian Army and showed them what a four day twenty-four seven artillery barage was all about. Of course the carrier had to get its licks in after that. The Columbian government called their troops back and surrendered the next day. Most of the troops were only too happy to help clearing the road after we stopped shooting at them. We did have an attack from a group of about a thousand druggies, but our troops surrounded them and kept killing them until a white flag went up. We didn't give a shit about the attackers, but we tortured enough of them to find out who the head men were. We captured all of them who were stupid enough to stay in country and tortured until we had the overseas account numbers for their drug money. We called up Washington giving them the info and were told they'd be out of money before the day was over. I hope those who escaped had taken along some cash. I figured it would be very embarrassing to be a drug lord without any money handy. After giving it a little thought I decided to get a handle on the drug operations down here. Hell, I could use the money much more sensibly than they could. As far as that went I didn't see a thing wrong with smoking a little grass and the cocaine could be used in my dealings with certain celebrities of the female persuasion. After all Kirstie Alley could use it to help get a little weight off her big ass. I changed the point of our trip down here then and made sure to swing by all the production centers we could find to take control. It didn't really take much time with the number of troops we had and we only had to kille three or four of the acting bosses to get a grip. I made sure to score several pounds of some great weed while I was at it. When we made it to the Capital we didn't have much trouble. We'd already kicked the shit out of what they called an army. I even took a few of the Generals along with us after we'd settled the politicians down. Hell, we could give them some pointers on catching drug lords and also some instructions on which ones to catch and which to leave alone. We ended up heading out toward the Atlantic side since there were four small countries we thought we might as well get a handle on on the way out. We secured Venezuela, Guyana, Suriname, and French Guiana taking them by right of conquest. Hell, I'd let the big wigs in Washington figure all that shit out. As far as I could tell South America was ripe for the picking. We could send in the clowns (bureaucrats) to get them squared away with aid and construction projects. We'd pay for it with stolen resources they had lying around. Besides, we could save a lot of money by combining armies and using economy of scale to help pay the bills. With a little close figuring we could probably knock the edge off cheap labor in China and pick up the slack down here. We headed back across the continent then and exited through Ecuador. It was an easy pickup four our folks and it put us able to leave via the Pacific side. It didn't take much calling around to get a freighter there to pick us up and it took us up to the Canal and made it far enough inland to set us off where we'd started from. Home at last, or nearly so. We still had to head back up through Mexico, but we had it pretty much handled by now. It only took some calling around to hire a big construction company to go over our major dirt road we'd built and we'd have a paved road to travel over in case we needed to make the trip again. ------- Incomplete and Inactive ------- Posted: 2009-09-23 Last Modified: 2010-02-24 / 09:37:38 am ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------