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W.Lynn
04-19-2013, 08:38 PM
Ok paste-eaters, we got him to publish Going Home. He's doing the rest, lest rabid amazon shoppers track him down like drooling zombies, to try to consume it directly from his brain.

Do we wish to make a fuss to get him to put "Cry Havoc!" before the public?

Deerhound
04-19-2013, 09:11 PM
As one of those rabid amazon shoppers I vote yes!

Gwynmael
04-19-2013, 11:19 PM
Hmm, he's actually cranking out the trilogy at a pretty good clip. Usually only one a year or so is expected from "major" authors.

Marketing-wise, I'd like to see him get out all 3 of these first. It'll make the addicts more willing to try something new. :whistle:

unseenone
04-29-2013, 08:29 PM
President Obama was reelected in a landslide. His victory was so overwhelming in fact that many believed it a farce. This caused even more problems, the campaign had already stirred up a lot of angst in the country. Obama’s campaign really played the social equity angle. Some called it the race card. Either way you looked at it, a wedge the size of Mt Everest was drove through the country. There were cries of rigged elections from the right. The left shouted from every microphone they got in front of that this was the true season of change, after all, the nation has spoke, a second time. The people of America really did want the Hope and Change promised by the president.

One of the first things the President did was to push the Congress and Senate to ratify the Small Arms treaty. Oh there was great outrage from the reps on the right, lots of pulpit pounding and chest thumping, but in the end it passed both chambers with a nearly ninety percent yes vote. This, was gasoline on the fire. The second act of the President was to capitulate to Iran and acknowledge their right to self defense, and in that light, their right to nuclear weapons. He legitimized their nuclear program with the stroke of a pen. Isreal went mad, they pleaded their case in the public court. But with so much going on at home, many Americans simply ignored it, or paid little attention.

The trail to destruction was thus began. Oh there were other potholes along the way, but these two events were to have such a profound effect on the country that it would be forever changed. When Obama knelt at the feet of the Persians, figuratively if not literally, it emboldened the Iranian leadership. When the President proposed a further reduction in nuclear arsenals with the Russian, the government of Putin eagerly agreed. A great victory in the name of humanity was made out of the decommissioning of upwards of sixty percent of the US arsenal. The Russians played up to the plan in the media, appearances between the two leaders were plastered all over the MSM. The Russians however were not decommissioning anything.

Under the Small Arms Treaty it was announced to the nations of the world, that the private ownership of military grade weapons was now outlawed. Much was made that America, reputed to be the last Super Power, had the greatest number of such weapons in private hands. The fact that the US Administration ratified the treaty, then went even further by reducing its nuclear arsenal, heralded a new era in global peace. The rest of the world may have bought this, but the owners of the more than 200 million guns in the US, certainly didn’t. And yet, here, another wedge was drove into the nation.

There are many gun owners in the county that certainly believe that military grade hardware should be outlawed. They joined the applause of the Treaty. Those that believed that high capacity magazines should be outlawed joined into the orgy of praise as well. That is until it was revealed that additional wording was added that banned any weapon that was capable of mechanical self loading. In the beginning this caused some confusion and misconceptions. When it was revealed that any magazine, irregardless of capacity, fed weapon was banned, the cries of violating the Constitution grew louder. When it was further revealed that the term “magazine” also included tube fed weapons, the cries reached a crescendo. Now there was no doubt what the intentions behind this Treaty was, the virtual total disarmament of the American people.

For many in the prepper community the writing was on the wall. All across the country people were making decisions. Some were headed to their BOL’s, others were trying to buy up whatever ammo was left out there, prices were astronomical. There would be no more shipments, no more mags, no more parts, nothing. All those people that figured they would see “it” coming and head out and use their credit cards to prepare were caught with their pants down. And Big Brother was squeezing Astro Glide into his hand.

When the TSA started to set up roadblocks and search vehicles, the **** hit the fan. The Fed’s decided to go big. The first roadblocks were set up in Michigan. It was bait and the Michigan Militia took it. When the militia heard that the TSA goons were searching people on the interstates, confiscating and arresting people for possession of firearms, even though the “grace period” wasn’t up, they made their move. A unit of the militia planned a quick op when they heard of a roadblock nearby.

Using six vehicles they approached the roadblock from both directions. This particular roadblock was on a frontage road that paralleled Hwy 96 outside of Lansing. The lead car had two militiamen in it. As they approached the roadblock, they were challenged by the TSA and asked if they had any weapons. When they replied they did, they were ordered from the car. Both of them were wearing body armor with plates, front and back. Most of the attention of those manning the roadblock was focused on the two “noncompliant” passengers.

It was then that the other 25 members emerged from the other five SUV’s and opened fire on the TSA, DHS and State Patrol officers at the roadblock. The incident would forever be referred to as the “Lansing Incident”, it would be a battle cry for the Patriots of the nation and the anvil against which all freedom loving men and woman of the US would be hammered against. Four militiamen were killed as well as two Troopers, two DHS personnel and four from the TSA. The firefight was intense and short, the result being that almost all the vehicles at the scene belonging to any of the agencies involved were burned through the use of homemade thermite grenades.

The militia managed to escape from the scene, recovering their fallen comrades. None of them were ever caught, although the MSM would report otherwise. This was our Concord, this was the spark that started it all. America was now a police state.

unseenone
04-29-2013, 08:30 PM
This was the moment the Administration was waiting for. Before the fires were even out in Lansing the Attorney General was issuing decrees to local, state and federal law enforcement agencies. All weapons in private hands were to be seized. To get around any Constitutional or legal loopholes, the President enacted several Executive Orders, not the least of which was 13603, section 501 was to have a profound affect on the citizens of the nation. This particular section of the EO was headed Employment of Personnel and allowed the establishment of the National Executive Defense Reserve or NEDR. It was created under the auspices of training civilians in executive level positions in the Federal Government. In reality it was a cover to create a private, Federal police force, answerable only to the President and the Attorney General.

KLB Inc was awarded an indefinite delivery contract to provide for detention and housing of “suspects and subversives”. The Council of Governors was instructed to assist in the DHS with the activation of the Regional FEMA camps. These camps would be used to house persons arrested under provisions of the Defense Authorization Act. Soon American Citizens would facing American troops on the streets of the nation, that is unless their attention gets focused elsewhere.

Daniel Taylor lived in a four story apartment off of Century Cir, off of I-85 in downtown Atlanta. He worked in the IT department of one of the banks in Atlanta and attended the University of Phoenix Dekalb Learning Center across the street from his apartments. In his position he was responsible for keeping the network secure from the constant, daily attacks on the banks network. He was one of many who lived in cubicle land staring into computer monitors all day. Once he finishes his degree he hopes to get promoted out of the gopher farm and upstairs, but for now, this was his life.

His girlfriend Christy lived nearby in a different apartment. She had hinted several times at wanting to move in together, but so far he had been successful in dodging that particular bullet. He wasn’t ready for any sort of a commitment. He liked his freedom, and from the talks around the water cooler and the employee lounge, married life came with way too damn many restrictions for him. He enjoyed his weekends in North Georgia where he camped, hiked and fished. He liked his time in places like the Bowmans Island unit of the Chattahoochee river.

This is where he got away from the hustle and bustle of Atlanta. Up here it was quieter and fewer people. On the weekends he would load his Wrangler up and head out of town with his camping gear and a cooler, not to return until sometime Sunday afternoon. Sometimes Christy would go with him, she wasn’t much of a camper, but was learning to like it. Watching the sun set from the top of a ridge, or the sun rising over a secluded pond made it worth the trip. Most of the time however, he was alone, and that was how he liked it.

All through the election things in Atlanta got progressively worse, culminating in riots. The National Guard was brought in to put them down after the police were overwhelmed. This caused even more riots and problems. Two Guardsmen were shot and killed and their weapons stolen. The result was for the Governor to authorize the Guard troops to shoot armed individuals and looters on site. Seventeen people were killed, fourteen of them black, this just added fuel to the fire of racial inequality.

unseenone
04-29-2013, 08:31 PM
It was Friday afternoon and Daniel was watching the clock in the corner of one of his monitors. Half and hour and he was a freeman. Leaning back in his chair he clasped his hands behind his head and let out a long hard breath. Tom’s head popped over the cubicle wall. With his bald head and his hands clasped over the top he looked like Kilroy, the thought brought a smile to Daniel’s face.

“Hey man, you going camping again this weekend?” Tom asked.

“Yep, just as soon as this damn electronic task master says I can. I am logging off at exactly 4:30.” Daniel replied.

“Sweet, where you going?” Tom asked again.

Daniel was use to this from his cubicle neighbor. Tom was married and had two young kids and a house in the burbs. He lived vicariously through Daniel who was more than happy to regale him with his tales of adventure. Seeing the wistful looks in Tom’s eyes when he talked of hiking, camping and catching beautiful trout was one of the reasons he and Christy weren’t living together.

“North.” Daniel replied.

“North? Where’s that?” Came Tom’s confused reply.

Daniel answered by jutting a thumb over his shoulder and raising his eyebrows at Tom. “Well no ****.” Tom countered as Daniel let out a laugh.

“ I don’t know, I’m just going to throw some stuff in the truck and head out. I’ll stop wherever I stop. Only requirements are rocks, water and trees.” Daniel said as he rocked forward in his chair.

“You taking Christy?” Tom asked as he laid his forearms over the top of the cubicle.

“Don’t know, haven’t asked her yet. If she wants to hang out, then she has to go.”

“Man, I would love to get out of here for awhile, **** is getting truly ****ed up around town. Marilyn is scared, talking about wanting to go to her Mom’s house over by Savannah to get away from it. That last riot scared the hell out of her.” Tom said.

“Yeah, but that was a couple of weeks ago and nothing has happened since then, I think it is dying down now, if those jackasses like Jackson will stay off the damn TV fanning the flames.” Daniel replied.

Tom swiveled his head slowly from side to side like he was looking for something, then leaned over the cube wall and in a low voice said, “Have you turned in your guns yet?”

Daniel didn’t even look up from the monitor, “What guns?” After a moment of silence he looked up at Tom.

“You have a couple of pistols and stuff, have you turned them in yet?” Tom was whispering, or trying to.

“Oh, those, they’ve been gone. I sold them to buy the new tires for the Jeep, made enough for the rack on top too.” It was total bull**** and he didn’t know if Tom believed him or not, but no one would ever find his guns. He only had two around now anyway and where they were stored it would take a serious search to find them, even though they were in plain sight.
At 4:30 exactly Daniel clicked the mouse, his credentials already entered into the appropriate boxes, and clapped his hands over his head. Standing up he looked over at Tom, “What’s on your schedule for the weekend?”

Tom rolled his eyes, “Birthday parties. You cannot imagine how many of the damn things I have to go to.”

“No I can’t, and I don’t want too either.” Tom stood there shaking his, Daniel slung his messenger bag over his shoulder with one hand and slapped Tom on the shoulder with the other. “I’ll be thinking about you, check your phone, I’ll send pics!” Daniel said as he passed him heading for the elevator.

Tom stood there with his right arm extended out giving Daniel the bird to his back. “**** you too buddy, **** you too.”
Daniel let out an evil laugh as jumped and slapped the sign that indicated the elevator.

unseenone
04-29-2013, 08:33 PM
Daniel let out an evil laugh as jumped and slapped the sign that indicated the elevator. He packed into the first elevator that stopped on his floor. From the looks on the faces of the people already on it, they were not happy with one more person squeezing on, he simply smiled and edged his way in. When the doors opened in the lobby he was first one off and made a mad dash for the parking garage.

Traffic was a nightmare as is typical for Atlanta. While he was ready to get home and load up, he wasn’t letting it get to him, where he was headed there wouldn’t be any traffic. The one thing he did notice was all the police on the road. On his ride home Daniel saw more Atlanta cops, State Troopers and Sheriff Deputies than he ever had. Several of the times he saw these officers putting people in handcuffs and stuffing them in the back of their car. It seemed like the number of people being arrested was increasing.

Daniel flipped on the radio looking for a distraction. He was scanning through the stations looking for something to listen to that wouldn’t drive him nuts. The radio stopped on one of the local talk stations, Rush Limbaugh was on. He was ranting and raving about how the Republicans had completely caved on Isreal, how they were done, they would never be a viable party again. Well this certainly wasn’t helping his sanity so he punched a key on the radio and smiled as Kid Rock’s Cocky started.

His cell phone rang, looking down Christy’s name was on the screen and a smile came across his face.

He tapped the screen, “Hey sexy”, this was his standard answer.

“Hey babe, where are you?”

“Stuck on 85, sitting in traffic, where are you?”

“At my apartment, what are you wanting to do this weekend? I was kinda hoping we could go to Buckhead tonight, you know, take me out to do what I want an you can do what you want.” Christy’s voice trailed off into a breathy seductive tone.

Well now that was an offer he had to think about. “I was hoping to head up north and check out that trail we found the last time we were out.” He didn’t say anything more than that, not “do you wanna come” or anything, he was going to have to see what sort of mood she was in.

“Aw come on baby, we haven’t gone out in like forever, I wanna go out, take me out tonight, please.” Christy cooed into the phone.

Daniel’s hand fell into his lap, he looked up at the rag top of his Jeep, his mouth hanging open. In his mind he was screaming why, why, why, but he knew he couldn’t say that to her. He hated to “go out”, bar hopping, going to clubs and being drug out onto the dance floor was simply not his thing. But he liked Christy, for a couple of reason. That last thought brought him back around and put the phone back to his ear.

“Sure babe, we can go out, I need to get home and get a shower an change, just come over when you’re ready.” He finally said.

The conversation didn’t last much longer than that, Christy was excited at the thought of spending the night in Buck Head, Daniel was just as miserable at the thought, then he smiled, knowing the hours he would spend slogging through the bars and clubs would be worth it when they got back to his place.

He finally made it home and into his apartment on the second floor, closing the door with an audible sigh. His first order of business was to get out of the corporate monkey suit and into something more comfortable so he headed for his bedroom and returned wearing a t-shirt and shorts, feeling far more relaxed. He knew Christy would be a couple, hell more than a couple, hours before she showed up and grabbed a beer and turned on the TV. Fox News and CNN were running talking heads from opposite sides of the gun debates, MSNBC was interviewing some clown from the EU who was pontificating about the US’s role in the global economy and how they weren’t acting very responsibly.

None of this was doing anything to improve his mood though and he flipped to the guide and found Jack Ass the Movie, that was exactly the sort of mind numbing entertainment he wanted. Daniel decided to take a shower and start getting ready, turning up the volume on Johnny Knoxville’s antics he headed for the shower.

He was sitting on the couch watching a piece about Rommel on the Military Channel when he heard that distinct knock on the door. He flipped off the TV and grabbed his keys and wallet before heading towards the door. Opening the door he was greeted with an amazing site, Christy had one arm resting on the door frame over her head. She was wearing what is often referred to as the little black dress, little being the key word and she was smokin’ hot in it. Adding in the black heels and the fact the small dress barely contained her chest and he questioned the plan of going out, thinking staying at his place would be better. But then, if he took her out and let her party it up, it would certainly pay off.

“Damn you look fine.” Daniel said as he stepped towards her.

Christy wrapped her arms around his neck and smiled, revealing her beautifully perfect white teeth, then she pushed herself up on her toes and leaned in and kissed him, “You don’t look so bad yourself” she said with a smile, stepping back to check him out, “and all by yourself, I’m so proud.”

Daniel did a little pirouette, “Not bad huh?”

Christy reached out and grabbed his ass, “Not bad at all, so where we going?”

He had planned what he would say to this question, “ I thought we would start at Churchill’s.” Before he even finished saying it he started to smile, knowing how she felt about the British style pub.

Christy spun and started to walk towards the stairs, tossing the little black purse over her shoulder, “I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that.”

They started the night at Aria Restaurant off E. Paces Ferry Rd, a trendy upscale little place with great food and prices that reflect it. Daniel knew this night was going to cost him, but since he wasn’t going to the woods this weekend he was going to make it as enjoyable as possible, and keeping Christy in bed all weekend would certainly be enjoyable.

They enjoyed their dinner, he having Salmon and Christy a chicken something or other. Because of the difference in dishes they had two different bottles of wine at the table as well. Neither of them wanted desert and Daniel quickly paid the bill and they were off to find some music and people.

Daniel was pulling out of the parking lot when he asked Christy where she wanted to go. Her reply was of no help, “Surprise me.” All he could do was roll his eyes as he pulled out onto the road. This scenario had entered his mind and having been a Boy Scout he was ready and headed down Paces Ferry to Piedmont and made a right. The stars were lining up tonight and a car was pulling out of a spot in front of the Havana Club as he pulled in.
Looking over at Christy he asked, “Feel like dancing tonight?” his eyebrows jumping up and down as he did.

Christy was obviously surprised, being a typical guy he tried to avoid dancing at all costs and for him to suggest it was certainly a surprise. “You mean you’re actually going to dance with me tonight?”

Daniel looked over at her as he put the Jeep in park, the small silver chain she wore around her neck caught his eye, the little pendent resting in the top of her ample cleavage, he looked a little lower until the little black dress covered his desires. He reached across to her seat and laid his hand on her thigh, running it slightly up her leg under the dress, “ You look amazing tonight, wanna dance?”

Christy took a deep breath, her mouth slightly open, and began to vigorously nod her head, “Yeah, oh yeah, let’s go.”

Inside the bar was packed with all the young and beautiful of Atlanta. Techno dance music filled the place and bodies on the floor writhed to the rhythm. As soon as Christy broke the plane of the door her arms went and she began to shake her ass to the music.

unseenone
04-29-2013, 08:34 PM
He was sitting on the couch watching a piece about Rommel on the Military Channel when he heard that distinct knock on the door. He flipped off the TV and grabbed his keys and wallet before heading towards the door. Opening the door he was greeted with an amazing site, Christy had one arm resting on the door frame over her head. She was wearing what is often referred to as the little black dress, little being the key word and she was smokin’ hot in it. Adding in the black heels and the fact the small dress barely contained her chest and he questioned the plan of going out, thinking staying at his place would be better. But then, if he took her out and let her party it up, it would certainly pay off.

“Damn you look fine.” Daniel said as he stepped towards her.

Christy wrapped her arms around his neck and smiled, revealing her beautifully perfect white teeth, then she pushed herself up on her toes and leaned in and kissed him, “You don’t look so bad yourself” she said with a smile, stepping back to check him out, “and all by yourself, I’m so proud.”

Daniel did a little pirouette, “Not bad huh?”

Christy reached out and grabbed his ass, “Not bad at all, so where we going?”

He had planned what he would say to this question, “ I thought we would start at Churchill’s.” Before he even finished saying it he started to smile, knowing how she felt about the British style pub.

Christy spun and started to walk towards the stairs, tossing the little black purse over her shoulder, “I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that.”

They started the night at Aria Restaurant off E. Paces Ferry Rd, a trendy upscale little place with great food and prices that reflect it. Daniel knew this night was going to cost him, but since he wasn’t going to the woods this weekend he was going to make it as enjoyable as possible, and keeping Christy in bed all weekend would certainly be enjoyable.

They enjoyed their dinner, he having Salmon and Christy a chicken something or other. Because of the difference in dishes they had two different bottles of wine at the table as well. Neither of them wanted desert and Daniel quickly paid the bill and they were off to find some music and people.

Daniel was pulling out of the parking lot when he asked Christy where she wanted to go. Her reply was of no help, “Surprise me.” All he could do was roll his eyes as he pulled out onto the road. This scenario had entered his mind and having been a Boy Scout he was ready and headed down Paces Ferry to Piedmont and made a right. The stars were lining up tonight and a car was pulling out of a spot in front of the Havana Club as he pulled in.
Looking over at Christy he asked, “Feel like dancing tonight?” his eyebrows jumping up and down as he did.

Christy was obviously surprised, being a typical guy he tried to avoid dancing at all costs and for him to suggest it was certainly a surprise. “You mean you’re actually going to dance with me tonight?”

Daniel looked over at her as he put the Jeep in park, the small silver chain she wore around her neck caught his eye, the little pendent resting in the top of her ample cleavage, he looked a little lower until the little black dress covered his desires. He reached across to her seat and laid his hand on her thigh, running it slightly up her leg under the dress, “ You look amazing tonight, wanna dance?”

Christy took a deep breath, her mouth slightly open, and began to vigorously nod her head, “Yeah, oh yeah, let’s go.”

Inside the bar was packed with all the young and beautiful of Atlanta. Techno dance music filled the place and bodies on the floor writhed to the rhythm. As soon as Christy broke the plane of the door her arms went and she began to shake her ass to the music. They spent the next several hours dancing and drinking. Christy was having a great time and he knew he would later, it was the only thing that kept him going.

Daniel needed a break from the dance floor and told Christy he was going to get them a drink, she nodded and turned back to the dance floor. Daniel went to the bathroom to take a leak. Of course there was an “attendant” in there, an older black man sitting on a stool. Daniel saw him when he came in and rolled his eyes. After finishing his business at the urinal he went to the sink, the soap dispenser was gone and the old man held out a bottle of liquid soap, Daniel stuck his hands out and the old guy pumped a few squirts in his hand.

As he washed his hands he looked over to the paper towel dispenser, and just as he suspected it was empty. A smirk ran across his face, when he finished the old man tossed him a hand towel and he dried his hands. Sitting on the counter was a small basket full of bills, he handed the towel back to the old guy and he tossed it into a basket on the floor, it was now he was expected to tip this guy for some soap and a towel.

The old man was smiling at him, Daniel looked at him patting his pockets, “Sorry man, don’t have any cash, I’m going to the bar for some drinks and I’ll take care of you next time.”

“Jus’ don’t forget about me,” the old guy sad with a wink.

Daniel left the restroom shaking his head and fought his way to the bar. He was trying to get the attention of one of the hot bartenders, which appeared impossible and occupied his time with one of the huge tv’s behind the bar. A local news anchor was on the screen, behind her was a line of riot police forming a skirmish line. Daniel was absentmindedly watching when the scroll at the bottom of the screen said, “Riot at Centennial Place.”

He immediately left the bar headed for the dance floor to find Christy. He found her dancing with some Latin looking guy with no shirt, he wedged in between them and she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him.

Pulling away from her he shouted over the music, “We gotta go!”

She was still smiling and dancing to the music, “What!” she shouted back.

“We gotta go!” he shouted again.

She simply smiled back at him, grabbing his hands and pulling him towards her. Daniel gripped her right hand and pulled her from the dance floor, she tried to protest, pulling away.

“What the hell?” Christy asked.

“Look, there’s a riot starting over at Centennial Place, we need to get the hell outta here before they bring in the National Guard and start shooting people.”

“Why, that’s blocks from her, come on, come back out and dance with me.”

“No, I’m leaving, I’m not getting caught in that ****, you coming?” Daniel asked.

The tone of his voice or maybe his posture drove the point home, “Fine.”

Daniel led her out of the club and to the Jeep. He was putting her in on the passenger side when she wrapped her arms around him again. Christy pulled him to her and started to kiss him again, but the sounds of a police helicopter flying low overhead brought Daniel’s attention back to more pressing moments, even if they weren’t enjoyable as what was happening.

Backing away from her said, “Hold that thought, let’s get out of here first.”

She leaned back into her seat and smiled, closing her eyes. Daniel looked in the direction of Centennial Place at the glow rising above the buildings. Police sirens filled the air as well as police and news helicopters. All he wanted to do was get back to his apartment as fast as he could. By the time he got around the Jeep and into the driver’s seat Christy was passed out, her hard slumped over on the door.

Daniel pulled out of the parking lot and headed back towards the apartment. Traffic was building and police were beginning to shut down intersections. Daniel was forced to take several turns he didn’t want to and as a result he was getting father and farther from his apartment.

What should have been a twenty minute drive ended up taking over an hour and a half. Daniel never saw any trouble, he never got close enough to whatever was going on to see and that was fine with him. Pulling into the parking garage he managed to wake Christy up without too much trouble and helped her get to the elevator and into the apartment.

Once inside Christy sat on the edge of his bed and he went into the bathroom. For a moment he leaned on the sink looking into the mirror. He wanted to get out of town this weekend, out into the woods and let her talk him into staying here and now there was a fricken riot. He quickly washed his face and kicked his shoes off, trying to relax.

Opening the door he saw her lying naked on the bed, propped up on her elbows. The light from the bathroom lit her side facing him, a smile spread across his face, maybe staying here wasn’t such a bad idea.

Daniel woke up when light streamed through the blinds in the morning. Shielding his eyes with his hand he sat up, then went and closed them. Christy was lying there, sound asleep, she looked so good. Daniel ran a hand over her ass then covered her with the sheet and headed for the kitchen. He needed his hangover remedy, not that he drank that much, but the combination of the alcohol, the music and the stress of the ride home made him feel like he drank an entire liquor store.

After taking two Excedrin and drinking a huge glass of water Daniel went to the fridge and dug out some cream cheese. From a paper bag on the counter he pulled out a huge everything bagel then looked inside and found a plain one. With his bagel fixed he headed for the living room and dropped onto the couch, flipping on the TV.

Daniel changed to the channel to Fox News to see what was going on in the world, what he saw shocked him. On the screen was a view of Centennial Place, cars were on fire as well as some buildings in the distance. It looked as though there were hundreds of police, but unlike last night, these were not riot cops. The shields and clubs were gone, replaced with armored vehicles and rifles.

The reporter on the scene was saying something about ‘an unknown number killed in the fighting’. He sat up on the sofa, leaning forward. In the background of the shot it appeared that a large section of the area was blocked off and there were bodies visible in a couple of places. The reporter came back into view again and he could see she was crouching behind the corner of a building as the cameraman leaned out to get shots of the action. Gunshots could be heard in the audio, the camera bounced and jerked with each report.

Daniel sat there shaking his head, ‘people are ****ing nuts’ he said to himself. Watching what was unfolding before he started to get a little nervous and got up, returning to the kitchen. He felt like he should be doing something, but what? The riot was still pretty far from his place and shouldn’t be a problem, but better safe than sorry. Daniel went through the cabinets real quick to get an idea of what he had on hand. Being a bachelor, naturally they were quite bare. Deciding it would be a good idea to have a little more on hand he figured a trip to the store wouldn’t hurt.

Back in the bedroom he tried to wake Christy, but she was suffering from the mother of hangovers and was in no shape to leave. She curled up into the comforter and mumbled something about chicken noodle soup. He leaned down and kissed her on the head and said he would be back shortly.

Changing into a pair of jeans and Polo shirt he picked through the leather tray that sat on his dresser looking for the right folder to take. Daniel had a thing for knives and had quite the collection. He settled on a CRKT Carson M4 and clipped it into his pocket. Then slipped a Leatherman Wave into his back pocket with a small Fenix flashlight. He so badly wanted to take his Glock, but in the current environment that was just out of the question.

Daniel took the stairs down to the parking garage and quickly made his way to the Jeep, heading to Wal-Mart. Traffic on this side of town was fairly light, though there was a huge police presence. It seemed that every intersection had an officer of some type sitting nearby, he made it to the store without incident.

Surprisingly the place wasn’t very crowded, maybe everyone was staying inside to watch the news. The lack of crowds let him make his rounds quickly, he hadn’t really thought much about how much he was putting in the cart and by the time he made it to the register he had a cart mounded up with stuff. As the cashier rang it all up he stood there thinking of all the trips up and down the elevator to get all this into his apartment.

His haul filled the back of the Jeep, there was even bags in the front seat. On the ride back he listened to the radio, trying to keep tabs on what was going on. Then he heard something that really shocked him, the Mayor was considering a dusk to dawn curfew, though no official announcement had been made, ‘knowledgeable insiders’ stated it was all but a certainty.

Suddenly his trip started to make even more sense. If a curfew was started there would be no way for him to get to the store during the week. Back in the garage he grabbed up two handfuls of bags and headed for the elevator, it looked like he would have to make three or four more trips to get everything moved.

Back in the apartment he set the first load down in the kitchen then had an idea and went to the closet in the living room where he kept all his camping gear. Throwing equipment over his shoulder he finally found what he was looking for, his pack hammock, and headed for the garage again.

Back at the Jeep he laid the hammock out on the ground beside the Jeep and piled all the bags on top of it, then grabbed the ends and pulled them up making what looked like a huge Santa bag. Daniel was grinning from ear to ear, this would save him a couple of trips. Grinning he went to throw the bundle over his shoulder and discovered it was far heavier than he thought. With a grunt he managed to get it over his shoulder, but he had to lean way forward to get the weight to position he could walk under the weight.

Finally making it back to the apartment he dropped the bundle on the floor in the kitchen. He stared down at the pile, the huge pile spread across the floor. With a sigh he leaned over and started to put it all away. All the cabinet doors were open as well as the pantry, empty shopping bags were scattered all over the kitchen, covering nearly every horizontal surface visible. Taking a quick break he turned on the TV, back to Fox News to see if there was any new information. What he heard couldn’t be good, the Mayor was going to have a press conference at 4:00 today. He figured that if a politician was going to get on TV on a Saturday it had to be bad news

unseenone
04-29-2013, 08:35 PM
Glad to see some of you are keeping up. I'll warn you now, I love to write on here. As much as you guys seem to like reading it, I like to try and trip you up. SO pay attention. In this story it's going to be the little things, details, that are important. So pay attention.



Glad you guys like this one, it's going to be fun. I plan to have Book II out on Amazon by the end of March. I will be doing that podacst interview about the same time, soincidence?




Inside the bar was packed with all the young and beautiful of Atlanta. Techno dance music filled the place and bodies on the floor writhed to the rhythm. As soon as Christy broke the plane of the door her arms went and she began to shake her ass to the music. They spent the next several hours dancing and drinking. Christy was having a great time and he knew he would later, it was the only thing that kept him going.

Daniel needed a break from the dance floor and told Christy he was going to get them a drink, she nodded and turned back to the dance floor. Daniel went to the bathroom to take a leak. Of course there was an “attendant” in there, an older black man sitting on a stool. Daniel saw him when he came in and rolled his eyes. After finishing his business at the urinal he went to the sink, the soap dispenser was gone and the old man held out a bottle of liquid soap, Daniel stuck his hands out and the old guy pumped a few squirts in his hand.

As he washed his hands he looked over to the paper towel dispenser, and just as he suspected it was empty. A smirk ran across his face, when he finished the old man tossed him a hand towel and he dried his hands. Sitting on the counter was a small basket full of bills, he handed the towel back to the old guy and he tossed it into a basket on the floor, it was now he was expected to tip this guy for some soap and a towel.

The old man was smiling at him, Daniel looked at him patting his pockets, “Sorry man, don’t have any cash, I’m going to the bar for some drinks and I’ll take care of you next time.”

“Jus’ don’t forget about me,” the old guy sad with a wink.

Daniel left the restroom shaking his head and fought his way to the bar. He was trying to get the attention of one of the hot bartenders, which appeared impossible and occupied his time with one of the huge tv’s behind the bar. A local news anchor was on the screen, behind her was a line of riot police forming a skirmish line. Daniel was absentmindedly watching when the scroll at the bottom of the screen said, “Riot at Centennial Place.”

He immediately left the bar headed for the dance floor to find Christy. He found her dancing with some Latin looking guy with no shirt, he wedged in between them and she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him.

Pulling away from her he shouted over the music, “We gotta go!”

She was still smiling and dancing to the music, “What!” she shouted back.

“We gotta go!” he shouted again.

She simply smiled back at him, grabbing his hands and pulling him towards her. Daniel gripped her right hand and pulled her from the dance floor, she tried to protest, pulling away.

“What the hell?” Christy asked.

“Look, there’s a riot starting over at Centennial Place, we need to get the hell outta here before they bring in the National Guard and start shooting people.”

“Why, that’s blocks from her, come on, come back out and dance with me.”

“No, I’m leaving, I’m not getting caught in that ****, you coming?” Daniel asked.

The tone of his voice or maybe his posture drove the point home, “Fine.”

Daniel led her out of the club and to the Jeep. He was putting her in on the passenger side when she wrapped her arms around him again. Christy pulled him to her and started to kiss him again, but the sounds of a police helicopter flying low overhead brought Daniel’s attention back to more pressing moments, even if they weren’t enjoyable as what was happening.

Backing away from her said, “Hold that thought, let’s get out of here first.”

She leaned back into her seat and smiled, closing her eyes. Daniel looked in the direction of Centennial Place at the glow rising above the buildings. Police sirens filled the air as well as police and news helicopters. All he wanted to do was get back to his apartment as fast as he could. By the time he got around the Jeep and into the driver’s seat Christy was passed out, her hard slumped over on the door.

Daniel pulled out of the parking lot and headed back towards the apartment. Traffic was building and police were beginning to shut down intersections. Daniel was forced to take several turns he didn’t want to and as a result he was getting father and farther from his apartment.

What should have been a twenty minute drive ended up taking over an hour and a half. Daniel never saw any trouble, he never got close enough to whatever was going on to see and that was fine with him. Pulling into the parking garage he managed to wake Christy up without too much trouble and helped her get to the elevator and into the apartment.

Once inside Christy sat on the edge of his bed and he went into the bathroom. For a moment he leaned on the sink looking into the mirror. He wanted to get out of town this weekend, out into the woods and let her talk him into staying here and now there was a fricken riot. He quickly washed his face and kicked his shoes off, trying to relax.

Opening the door he saw her lying naked on the bed, propped up on her elbows. The light from the bathroom lit her side facing him, a smile spread across his face, maybe staying here wasn’t such a bad idea.

Daniel woke up when light streamed through the blinds in the morning. Shielding his eyes with his hand he sat up, then went and closed them. Christy was lying there, sound asleep, she looked so good. Daniel ran a hand over her ass then covered her with the sheet and headed for the kitchen. He needed his hangover remedy, not that he drank that much, but the combination of the alcohol, the music and the stress of the ride home made him feel like he drank an entire liquor store.

After taking two Excedrin and drinking a huge glass of water Daniel went to the fridge and dug out some cream cheese. From a paper bag on the counter he pulled out a huge everything bagel then looked inside and found a plain one. With his bagel fixed he headed for the living room and dropped onto the couch, flipping on the TV.

Daniel changed to the channel to Fox News to see what was going on in the world, what he saw shocked him. On the screen was a view of Centennial Place, cars were on fire as well as some buildings in the distance. It looked as though there were hundreds of police, but unlike last night, these were not riot cops. The shields and clubs were gone, replaced with armored vehicles and rifles.

The reporter on the scene was saying something about ‘an unknown number killed in the fighting’. He sat up on the sofa, leaning forward. In the background of the shot it appeared that a large section of the area was blocked off and there were bodies visible in a couple of places. The reporter came back into view again and he could see she was crouching behind the corner of a building as the cameraman leaned out to get shots of the action. Gunshots could be heard in the audio, the camera bounced and jerked with each report.

Daniel sat there shaking his head, ‘people are ****ing nuts’ he said to himself. Watching what was unfolding before he started to get a little nervous and got up, returning to the kitchen. He felt like he should be doing something, but what? The riot was still pretty far from his place and shouldn’t be a problem, but better safe than sorry. Daniel went through the cabinets real quick to get an idea of what he had on hand. Being a bachelor, naturally they were quite bare. Deciding it would be a good idea to have a little more on hand he figured a trip to the store wouldn’t hurt.

Back in the bedroom he tried to wake Christy, but she was suffering from the mother of hangovers and was in no shape to leave. She curled up into the comforter and mumbled something about chicken noodle soup. He leaned down and kissed her on the head and said he would be back shortly.

Changing into a pair of jeans and Polo shirt he picked through the leather tray that sat on his dresser looking for the right folder to take. Daniel had a thing for knives and had quite the collection. He settled on a CRKT Carson M4 and clipped it into his pocket. Then slipped a Leatherman Wave into his back pocket with a small Fenix flashlight. He so badly wanted to take his Glock, but in the current environment that was just out of the question.

Daniel took the stairs down to the parking garage and quickly made his way to the Jeep, heading to Wal-Mart. Traffic on this side of town was fairly light, though there was a huge police presence. It seemed that every intersection had an officer of some type sitting nearby, he made it to the store without incident.

Surprisingly the place wasn’t very crowded, maybe everyone was staying inside to watch the news. The lack of crowds let him make his rounds quickly, he hadn’t really thought much about how much he was putting in the cart and by the time he made it to the register he had a cart mounded up with stuff. As the cashier rang it all up he stood there thinking of all the trips up and down the elevator to get all this into his apartment.

His haul filled the back of the Jeep, there was even bags in the front seat. On the ride back he listened to the radio, trying to keep tabs on what was going on. Then he heard something that really shocked him, the Mayor was considering a dusk to dawn curfew, though no official announcement had been made, ‘knowledgeable insiders’ stated it was all but a certainty.

Suddenly his trip started to make even more sense. If a curfew was started there would be no way for him to get to the store during the week. Back in the garage he grabbed up two handfuls of bags and headed for the elevator, it looked like he would have to make three or four more trips to get everything moved.

Back in the apartment he set the first load down in the kitchen then had an idea and went to the closet in the living room where he kept all his camping gear. Throwing equipment over his shoulder he finally found what he was looking for, his pack hammock, and headed for the garage again.

Back at the Jeep he laid the hammock out on the ground beside the Jeep and piled all the bags on top of it, then grabbed the ends and pulled them up making what looked like a huge Santa bag. Daniel was grinning from ear to ear, this would save him a couple of trips. Grinning he went to throw the bundle over his shoulder and discovered it was far heavier than he thought. With a grunt he managed to get it over his shoulder, but he had to lean way forward to get the weight to position he could walk under the weight.

Finally making it back to the apartment he dropped the bundle on the floor in the kitchen. He stared down at the pile, the huge pile spread across the floor. With a sigh he leaned over and started to put it all away. All the cabinet doors were open as well as the pantry, empty shopping bags were scattered all over the kitchen, covering nearly every horizontal surface visible. Taking a quick break he turned on the TV, back to Fox News to see if there was any new information. What he heard couldn’t be good, the Mayor was going to have a press conference at 4:00 today. He figured that if a politician was going to get on TV on a Saturday it had to be bad news.

With nothing to do for a couple of hours he went to check on Christy. The bed was empty and the shower was running. Back in the kitchen he made lunch, a couple of turkey sandwiches and some Doritos. He was sitting on the couch playing Battlefield on the Xbox when she came out, drying her hair with a towel.

“Oh, that looks good, I’m so hungry.” Christy said as she sat on the couch.

“I thought you might want something to eat.”

“Mmm, this is good, now I see what you’ve been doing all morning, boys and their video games.”

“Show’s what you know, I just started. I’ve been to the store already and bought groceries.”

Through bites of her sandwich Christie asked, “What’s on the news?”

Daniel grabbed the remote and switched the tv back to cable, Fox was already on, “Riots, riots and more riots.”

Christy wiped her mouth with a napkin, “What happened last night?”

“Seventeen dead, or at least that’s what they are saying right now, the Mayor is going to have a press conference later, maybe we’ll get a little more info.”

“Let’s watch a movie or something, it’s the weekend and this is depressing.”

“You’re right.” Daniel said as he leaned back and put his arm around her.

It was Monday and back to the grind. Daniel was sitting in his cubicle monitoring what was becoming a never ending series of concentrated, though ineffective, attacks against the network. It was ridiculous that in this day anyone would actually try a brute force attack against a network like the banks, but for the last week someone has or several someones as was probably the case, have been trying exactly that.

Daniel was shaking his head at the thought when Kilroy’s head popped over the top of cubicle. Looking up at the shiny head brought a smile to his face.

“Dude, you seeing all this?” Tom asked.

Daniel looked back to his monitors, “Yeah, what kind of moron tries this kind of thing now-a-days?”

“Don’ know, you track the IP’s yet?”

“No, why don’t you, I’m locking down all the ports they probe, let’s see if we can find out where these ****ers are.”

“Cool, I’ll do it, where’d you go this weekend?” Tom asked,.

“Ended up staying home.”

Tom’s face screwed up, “Why, thought you were headed north.”

“Let’s just say Christy can be persuasive.”

Tom’s head cocked to the side in confusion, then it hit him as his eyes drifted to that pic again, “Details?”

“In your dreams brother, in your dreams” Daniel said as he swiveled around to his computer.

Even though Daniel couldn’t see him, Tom nodded and his shiny head dipped below the cubicle wall. Daniel was busy trying to isolate ports in the network where the hackers were probing, it was not a very sophisticated attack, simply typing IP’s into a browser window then using one of several black-market programs to try passwords until it finds one that works. The problem with that is that modern networks are protected by numerous layers of security. After only a few attempts the firewalls and networks flag the port and lock it out. Then a human has to look at it and decide what was going on and take further action, Daniel was the human in this case.

Daniel was focused on his monitors, he loved this ****. Someone was trying to get in and he was going to stop them. He was so busy he didn’t notice Amber who was leaning on the edge of the cubicle wall that separated him and Tom, Tom however did notice her. Amber had a crush on Daniel. What with the pics of all the cool places he went to pinned to the walls of his cubicle and the fact that he had a hot girlfriend, he was an irresistible conquest for her.

Tom had completely stopped what he was doing, from where he sat all he could see was Amber from the waist down. He was running his gaze up and down her legs, she was wearing the old fashioned stockings with the seam on the back of her legs when Amber finally tried to get Daniels attention.

“Daniel, are you busy?” She asked.

Daniel didn’t bother to look up, he knew from the voice who it was and wasn’t interested, as hot as she was, Amber had a reputation for sleeping her way to the top, “Kinda busy, what’s up?”

She was holding the thumb drive she found in the ladies room earlier, naturally she her hand was buried between her huge tits, “Oh, sorry, but I found this thumb drive in the ladies room earlier and I’m not sure who it belongs too.”

“Sorry Amber, I’m really busy right now, see if you can find out who it belongs to.”

Amber’s lips formed into a fashionable pout, “Okay, I’ll come by later when you’re not so busy”, she straightened up and noticed Tom, who tried to look like he was looking at something tacked to the wall of his cubicle, “what are you looking at perv?” and stomped off.

Tom was embarrassed, turning several different shades of red, to try and cover for it he stood up, looking over the cubicle, “Daniels, did you shut down those ports?”

Daniel spun around in his chair, “What? You were supposed to shut ‘em down!”

Flustered once again Tom replied, “Oh, right”, and quickly sat down to his computer.

Amber rolled her eyes as she walked away, what with Daniel not noticing her and that creepy ******* Tom ogling her, she was ****ed. Finding her way back to her cubicle she threw the thumb drive onto her desk and flopped into her chair, making sure to cross her legs as she was wearing a really short skirt. She sat there for a moment thinking about the rejection, one of these days I’ll get him, I’ll rock his world and he’ll never go back to that skank.

She sat there for a moment then her eyes fell on the drive. She picked it up and looked at it for a moment, then plugged it into her computer. It was against policy, but if it wrecked her machine then Daniel would have to come by and fix it, a thin smile spread across her perfectly colored lips.

Daniel suddenly sat upright, running his hands through his hair. He sat there staring at the screens before him. All morning he fought off the probes of the network, but now, suddenly they were gone. He stood up looking at the monitors, his left arm across his chest and chin in his right hand. He was interrupted by Tom.

“Dude, it stopped it, they’re gone.”

Daniel stood there for a moment before replying, he didn’t bother to turn around, “Either that or they’re in, did you trace the IP’s?”

unseenone
04-29-2013, 08:36 PM
“Working on it.” Was all Tom replied before disappearing into his cubicle again.

Whoever was probing the network was using a sophisticated program that bounced the connection all over the world. It successfully masked the originating IP, it would eventually turn up but would take some time to sort through it. Daniel and Tom would spend the rest of the week working on the project.

While sifting through the trail of the IP’s Daniel kept a couple of windows open on one of the monitors. One was a local news station and the other alternated between Fox News and CNN. The local station was dominated by the riots. After the riot over the weekend and the deaths that went along with it, the tension was building in Atlanta. Fox and CNN were showing similar video from around the country, riots, protests and lots and lots of police.

A video of white armored vehicles caught Daniels eye and he turned the volume up to see what was going on. The video showed a number of vehicles that were assembling in a large parking lot. It took a few minutes to figure out where this was all taking place. Apparently the mayor of Detroit had requested federal help to deal with the riots in that city. The number of shooting, which was already high, was climbing dramatically. Several police officers had hit in shootouts at riots in the city.

He sat there chewing on the end of a pen watching as more and more vehicles added to mass already there. The view changed to an aerial shot, the full magnitude of the force descending on the city came into view. A line of the white vehicles stretched for blocks.
A phone rang and Daniel looked over at his, not him thankfully.

Tom came around the cubicle, “Hey man, wow, where’s that?”

“Detroit.”

“I wish they would come here, things are getting out of hand ‘round here.”

Daniel swiveled in his chair, “I don’t think that is going to be a good thing for anyone.”

“Yeah, well if you’re not out in the street there’s probably nothing to worry, anyway, Malcolm wants us in his office.” Tom raised his eyebrows and stuffed his hands in his pockets.

“What for?” Daniel didn’t like going to Malcolm’s office, while his boss was a decent guy he never called you over just to chat.

Tome just shrugged his shoulders, Daniel levered himself out of his chair and the two headed off to see what the boss wanted. Tom stopped outside of the office, Daniel wedged himself past him into the office and fell into one of the two chairs in front of the desk.

Malcolm was just a couple years older than Daniel and had hired him for his position. Every time Daniel came into the office he remembered that interview. With his pressed shirt and stylish yet ridiculous suspenders Malcolm reminded him of Irkle. Now every time he sees him that’s all he can think of.

“Come in and have a seat Tom.” Malcolm said with a wave of his hand.

Tom quickly came in, taking a seat beside Daniel and folding his hands in his lap.

Malcolm turned his attention to the big flat monitor on his desk for a second before looking back and smiling.

“What have you got for me?”

Tom looked at Daniel, “Huh, well I’m still working on the IP’s.”

“There were several sources of the attack, it’s weird that anyone would try a brute force attack on a network like ours, I think there is more to it.” Daniel said, slumping back into the chair.

Malcolm looked Daniel, he liked the guy for his work, he was good, but he couldn’t stand his obvious lack of corporate decorum.

“I don’t think there’s more to it really, just some stupid hacker group probably, but find those IP’s and get back to me on it. Did they ever get in?”

“No, I saw every port they tried and locked them out each time, there were a bunch but me an Tom stopped ‘em.” Daniel knew Tom was always worried about his job, though he didn’t need to be, he did a good job and whenever the chance arose to give the credit he would.
Malcolm looked at his watch, “It’s close to quitting time, make sure everything is secure and I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”

Daniel and Tom nodded and left the office. On the way back to their desks they stopped by the break room where Daniel got a Mountain Dew and Snickers bar.

“Hey, thanks for backing me up in there.” Tom said as he stared into the vending machine.

As he opened the bottle of Dew Daniel replied, “You don’t need any back-up, don’t let him bother you man, you do a good job and don’t have **** to worry about.”

“Yeah, well that’s easy for you to say, you don’t have a wife an kids.” Tom replied as he pulled a Butterfinger from the little tray in the machine.

“No worried man, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Daniel quickly went to his desk and gathered his stuff, making his to the elevator before Malcolm could change his mind. A light rain fell as he pulled out of the garage, low hanging clouds added to dismal afternoon. Rain anywhere near quitting time meant the already traffic was going to be even worse. Daniel let out a long breath, reached up and hit the button on the stereo for the CD and soon The Devil Went Down to Georgia filled the Jeep.

Traffic was crawling along when Daniel noticed one of those big flashing construction signs on the side of the road, ---BE PREPARED TO STOP---, flashed over and over. Just freakin’ great, he thought as he slapped the wheel with both hands. Daniel leaned around to try and see the accident that must be ahead, there were certainly enough flashing lights ahead.

As he inched forward the lanes became separated by orange construction cones, Daniel craned his neck more, trying to see. Slapping himself on the forehead he looked down at the Cobra CB hanging under the dash, then reached down and turned it on. Channel 19 was crowded with truckers talking about the jam, then he heard one of them say it was a roadblock, the police were stopping everyone and checking ID. Another trucker said some people were being pulled off to the side of the side of the road and dogs were going around the cars.

“I don’t know what them sum bitches is lookin’ for but they got traffic all ****ed up.”

“Tell me about it, I got ta be in Nashvill’ by seven am and these *******s is got the whole damn city ****ed up.”

The talk continued along the same course, Daniel could finally see all the cops up ahead. They were standing between the lanes, yellow rain slickers, orange cones on their flashlights and all. Daniel finally made it to the first of the officers, he did not look happy. With rain dripping from the brim of his Smokey the Bear hat he rolled his finger in the air. Daniel got the hint and rolled the window down about three inches.

“Roll it all the way down.”

Daniel rolled it down some more, about half way. The officer took a step closer and shined the flashlight in, looking around. “Let me see your ID.” The soaked officer practically spit.

“What’s going on?” Daniel asked, he was actually curious.

“I said give me your ID.”

“No offense and I’m not trying to be a hard ass, but do I have to? Have I done anything wrong?”

A look of disgust spilled across the cops face as he slowly shook his head, reaching inside his slicker he pulled the mic for his radio out and keyed it, “Noncompliant in the number one, green Jeep.”

“Hey, I’m not lookin—“ He was quickly cut off, Daniel wasn’t expecting this, he just asked the question. A ticket for reckless driving and several hundred dollars for an attorney had taught him a couple of things, well, he thought it had.

“Pull over there”, the officer stated flatly, pointing with his flashlight.

“****” he muttered under his breath as he pulled out of the travel lane and onto the shoulder where several unhappy and wet cops were now waiting on him.

Before he even stopped they were already on both sides of the Jeep. Instead of talking to him through the window, the office on the driver’s side simply opened the door and ordered him out. At the same time an officer on the passenger side opened that door.

“Shut the vehicle of and step out sir.” The officer now standing in the open door said.

“Easy guys, I just asked if I had to give him my ID, I’m doing anything wrong, is there any reason to suspect that I have done anything wrong?”

“Sir, I asked you to step out, are you going to step out and allow me to look in your vehicle?” Now other officers were coming up.

“Do I have to? All I did was ask a question, can you answer my question?”

“Sir I asked you politely, now I’m telling you to step out or I’m going to take you out.”

From the other side of the Jeep other officers joined in, “Make it easy buddy, just step out and let us do our job, if everything is Ok you’ll be on your way.”

“You still haven’t answered my question, can you answer my question? You say you’re asking me to and if I don’t you’re going to take me out, am I under arrest?”

The situation was getting out of hand as additional officers had converged on the scene, Daniel was beginning to doubt even asking the damn question, he wasn’t against the cops but he knew he had rights. The officers now surrounding the Jeep though had a completely different opinion of the situation.

“No, you are not under arrest, but you will be if you don’t step out and give me your ID, just make it easy, just step.”

“Quit being an ass, get out of the Jeep!” another officer screamed.

“Are you ordering me out?” Daniel asked the officer in his door.

“Yes, I am ordering you out of the Jeep.”
“Okay, I’m going to undo the seatbelt, and I’ll get out.”

Daniel clicked the button and pulled the belt from around him and stepped out, he was immediately grabbed and shoved against the hood of the Jeep. This surprised him as he expected them to throw him on the ground, in the mud. The officers were talking amongst themselves as they patted him down and cuffed him. As he leaned over the hood he saw one of the officers on the passenger side lean in the open door, at the same time the officer cuffing him spun him around.

“I do not consent to a search of my Jeep.”

The cop shot him a look of pure annoyance, “Billy”, the officer that was beginning to search the Jeep straightened up, looking at the other officer who shook his head slightly.

As the officer was going through Daniels wallet for his ID he asked, “What are you trying to hide?”

“Nothing, I haven’t done anything wrong and you can’t just search me.”

“If you haven’t done anything wrong what are you worried about?” The officer pulled out the license from the wallet, then took another card out and held it up for the other officer to see.

“You have a concealed handgun license, do you have any weapons in the Jeep?”

“No, I don’t have any now, sold them all right before the last ban was passed.” Technically he wasn’t lying, he didn’t have any with him at the moment.

“If I had a dollar for every time I heard that recently, you know it is now illegal to possess most firearms?

“I do, so I made a quick buck, wasn’t against the law at the time.”

The officer was amused, he had handed Daniels ID off to another officer who probably went to run it, the officer returned and handed the ID back to the officer talking to Daniel, “He’s clean.”

“Turn around” he said then started to unlock the cuffs, “next time it would be in your best interest to just go along with the program, just think, you wouldn’t be all wet now if you had just showed you ID to begin with.”

Daniel turned to face the officer, rubbing his wrists, “Am I free to go?”

“Yes sir, you are free to go, for now.”

Daniel didn’t waste any time getting into the Jeep and heading home. Though the for the remainder of the ride all he could think about was the last two words the cop said, for now. His phone chimed, looking at it he saw it was Malcolm and did not feel like hearing from him right now. Malcolm was rather liberal and a I told you so was not going to improve his mood.

unseenone
04-29-2013, 08:37 PM
Daniel made it home and was fell into his sofa with a groan of relief. It had been a long day and finally being home took a load off his mind. He craned his neck, looking back over his shoulder at the fridge, there was a six pack of Woodchuck cider in there and he wanted, just didn’t feel like getting up, but it damn sure wasn’t coming to him. With a grunt Daniel heaved himself off the sofa and went to the fridge. His phone was sitting on the kitchen island vibrating, he ignored it.

He brought the whole six pack back to the sofa, not wanting to have to get up again and fell into for the last time. Flipping on the TV he scanned the news networks, it was more of the same, more riots, more shooting and more of people getting ****ed off. He stopped on MSNBC when he saw an update of the Lansing Incident, even the crawler at the bottom of the screen called it that.

Another of the Michigan Troopers that was shot during the firefight died. They were showing a tape from earlier in the day of the Governor of the state was giving a press conference. He was ranting about the people involved and how they would be brought to justice, that what occurred was an act of domestic terrorism. The Governor went on to say that he had been in talks with the President earlier in the day and that the Michigan Militia has been officially designated a terrorist organization, this designation allowed for the use of federal assets in tracking them down.

Daniel just shook his head, he wasn’t a fan of what happened, no one in their right mind would be, but he could understand the mindset of those that thought that way. Opening his second cider, he flipped the TV over to the Xbox, a little time in the world of Battlefield would take his mind off this crap. Before the game even loaded his phone started ringing, picking it from its cradle beside the sofa he looked at the caller ID, Malcolm, not tonight, he thought and returned it to the cradle.

Dinner never entered his mind as Daniel played video games, getting his ass handed to him by eight year old kids. He was taking a break to go dig around in the fridge when the he picked up the cell phone and saw all the messages. There were nineteen new emails, all of them with the little urgent sign attached. He was trying to decide if he was even going to look at them or ignore it when the phone rang, Malcolm again. Shaking his head he reluctantly answered the call.

“What’s up Malcolm?”

“Daniel, where the hell have you been, I’ve been trying for hours to get in touch with you!”

“Been busy man, what’s up?”

“I need you to come in, there’s a serious problem on the network.”

“Dude, it’s dark, you know we can’t travel after dark.” A thin smile cut his lips.

“I know, do you know Robert Thomas?”

“Yeah I know Bob, isn’t he the head of physical security?”

Daniel could almost feel the agitation through the phone, “Yes, Robert is the head of physical security, he’s going to be in touch with you and will send you a pass that will allow you to travel, we have the permission of the SEC to do what we need to to deal with this situation.”

“What the hell’s going on, I thought we had it under control when I left?”
“Well it would appear we didn’t, I need you to come in, Robert will be in touch shortly with the instructions, I’ll see you shortly.” The line went dead and Daniel dropped the phone into his lap and let his head fall back onto the sofa.

“This is bull****!”

Daniel figured while he waited he could watch a little more news and started to scan the news channels. It was just more bad news, most major cities were having almost nonstop riots of some sort or another, it was getting ugly. Having seen enough of this in the last few days he pulled up the guide to find something else to watch, deciding Big Bang Theory will make a nice distraction.

It wasn’t long before the phone rang, looking at the caller ID he hoped it would be Malcolm telling him he didn’t have to come in. The number displayed was from the bank, just not from Malcolm.

“Hello.”

“Daniel this is Bob Thomas, I just emailed you a form you need to print out and keep with you on your way in, my cell number is with it, if you have any trouble call me immediately.” Bob’s gravelly voice filled the speaker, Daniel could almost smell the cigarette smoke.

“Sure thing, what the hell’s going up there?”

“I have no idea, that’s why we need you, Malcolm is about to **** himself, pack a bag too you may be here a while.”

“What the hell you mean pack a bag, I’m not sleeping in my cubicle.”

“You won’t have to, we have facilities here, things are getting shady around here and it may be hard to get out once you get in, better safe than sorry.”

Daniel sat up on the edge of the couch, “Whadda’ya mean, facilities?”

“You’ll see when you get here” Bob paused for a moment, “have uh, have you got any guns?”

Daniel pulled the phone from his head, looking at it, he did indeed have a couple left, but he wasn’t about to admit that to anyone, especially over the phone, “No Bob, I sold all mine before the ban.”

A chuckle came from the other end then, “Yeah, me too, damn shame really, but if I had any, I’d bring ‘em with me today. Just remember, if you get stopped at all call me immediately, call me when you get to the parking garage so I can let you in, see you soon.”

“Alright, see you soon.” The line went dead.

Daniel sat there for a moment looking at Sheldon on the TV, a hundred thoughts ran through his head. Jumping up from the sofa he headed for the closet where all his gear was. Standing in the open door he looked at everything, trying to decide what he would take. In the end he decided to take most of it, after all he wasn’t going to have to carry it, it’d be in the Jeep.
He was nervous as he backed out of his parking spot at the apartments, it was dark now and officially a time that was prohibited to be on the road. As he pulled out his headlights revealed empty road for as far as he could see. It was weird and nice at the same time, no traffic. Daniel pulled up and old Creed album on his IPod and plugged it into the stereo.

Human Clay was playing when he approached his first roadblock of APD. Without looking over he reached into the passenger seat and patted the sheet of paper he printed out just a short time ago. The officers waved him to a stop, making their point with the AR’s they held to their shoulders. Daniel rolled to a stop, making sure to keep his hands on the steering wheel.

The officers shouted orders as they approached, they seemed particularly on edge and Daniel wasn’t about to mess around, knowing if he did he would wind up in the morgue. The officers separated as they approached, one on either side. The officer that approached his side was a young guy around his age, the other one was older, if age was an indicator he would be the more experienced, though the younger one was issuing all the cammands.

“Keep your hands where I can see them and roll down your window!”

Daniel immediately rolled the glass down, keeping his other hand on the wheel. The younger officer stepped up, “What are you doing out here, you know there’s a curfew!” More of an accusation than a question.

“I work for one of the banks downtown and am on my way in, I have a pass here from your department that gives me permission.”

“The younger officer pulled the door open, “Get out!”

Daniel complied, as he climbed out the older officer asked, “Where’s the form?”

“On the passenger seat.” He indicated with a nod of his head.

“Out, hands on the hood!” The younger officer shouted as the older one went into the passenger side and retrieved the sheet laying there.

As Daniel put his hands on the hood the young officer buried the muzzle of the carbine in his back, “Do not move, understand me?”

Daniel simply nodded his head in reply, he was kicking himself in the ass for not calling Bob, it just slipped his mind but he could suddenly very clearly remember him saying it.

“Hey Jimmy, get his ID.” The older officer called out as he walked around the front of the Jeep.

The younger officer pulled Daniels wallet out and tossed to the older one and continued to pat him down.

“Jim, this looks legit, I’m going to call it in and see.” The older officer said.

“Whatever, I’ll keep an eye on him here, what the hell do you do for the bank that makes you so special?”

Without looking up Daniel answered, “I do network security.”
“Oh yeah, big bad hackers gotta be stopped huh, give me a break, all the **** going on and you’re worried about some kids trying to hack into your network.” The younger officer taunted.

“I didn’t want to come in, believe me, not my choice.”

“Leave him alone Jim, he works for the bank that our paychecks are wrote on, he checks out, you must be damn important for the SEC to request you personally.” The older officer said.

“I’m not, but I guess my boss knows someone.” Daniel replied.

“Alright, go on, don’t make any pit stops and be careful, things are getting a little hairy over the direction you’re going.” The older officer said.

The rest of the ride to the office was uneventful for the most part, the closer he got to downtown the more people he started to see, usually only fleeting glances as they darted in and out of shadows. Once he got a clear view of two men, they were both wearing the mask from the movie V for Vendetta. Now he really wished his Glock was close enough to get to.

As he rounded the corner to the bank he was surprised to see large roll up doors closing off the entrance to the parking garage. He stopped in front of one of the large doors just staring at it, where in the hell did that come from?

His cell phone suddenly ringing made him jump in his seat, at the same time the door started to open. Picking up the phone he answered it, “Hello?”

“I told you to call me when you got here, I also told you to call me if you had any trouble, neither of which you did.” Bob growled into the phone.

unseenone
04-29-2013, 08:38 PM
“I told you to call me when you got here, I also told you to call me if you had any trouble, neither of which you did.” Bob growled into the phone, then continued, “pull through the gate, so to the underground lot and pull up to the big roll up door that will be in front of you as you come down the ramp, when the door opens drive through it and wait for me.”

“Okay.” Daniel replied as the line went dead, he looked at his phone, “******* hung up on me.”

Normally the drive to the lower, underground, portion of the parking structure was blocked by one of those little arms that raise up and down, pulling through the gate he saw the arm was up and hooked a right and drove through it as the gate began to lower behind him. He had never been down in this part of the building before. As with any large modern building everyone had a prox card for the hundreds of readers located all over it. Access was controlled through permissions and his certainly didn’t have permission to access this part of the building.

The gate at the bottom of the ramp was already going up as he descended, by the time he got to it there was enough room for him to pull through, it immediately began to lower as soon as he cleared it. A short chunky man in a grey work shirt and charcoal colored pants was standing in an open door waving at him. Daniel looked around at the massive machinery inhabiting the cavernous space under the building. Most people that work in office building have no idea of the myriad of systems required to support it. They go through their day completely oblivious to them until a door won’t open or the air in their office is too cold, hot or in between.

Daniel got out of the Jeep, slung his pack over his shoulder and headed for the open door. Getting close enough to the man in the door to see him, Daniel read the name tag sewed to the breast of his shirt, Eugene. In the pocket on the other side protruded an amazing array of items, pens, pencils, screwdrivers and even a little thermometer.

“You Daniel?” The man asked in a nasally voice.

“Yep, that’s me.”

“Let’s go up and see Bob before you head off to do whatever it is you’re here to do.”

Daniel followed Eugene into an enormous elevator.

“Not like the ones you used to huh?” Eugene asked, before the doors closed he pressed the button for fifteen.

Daniel looked around as the two big doors came together, from the diamond plate on the floor to what looked like moving blankets hanging on the walls, it certainly was not, “No, the ones in the lobby don’t look anything like this” he said as the car started to lift.

“Guess not, gopher farm folks wouldn’t really like having to ride to work in one of these.” Eugene replied.

Daniel watched him as he spoke, noticing he couldn’t see the man’s mouth that was hidden behind an enormous mustache, just the bristles moving as he spoke. Daniel had to pretend to look around the car as the image of Wilfred Brimley came to mind, they could be brothers. Nothing more was said on the ride up, the car stopped, the doors opened and Daniel followed Eugene out into a nondescript hallway.

Unlike the parts of the building Daniel was familiar with no pictures adorned the walls, no art work occupied the corners, gone were the tables with flower arrangements. At the end of the hall was a single door, Eugene pulled his prox card down, it was attached to a small retractable reel clipped to the already overburdened pocket and waved it at the reader. A beep followed by a green light on the reader and the door clicked open. As Daniel passed the reader he raised his right hip, he kept his card clipped there and was tall enough to simply raise his hip to hit the readers. Instead of the chirpy beep he got a lower grating sound and a red light, he didn’t have permission to enter the door.

They entered a large dark room. To their right was a big console with the wall above it covered with flat screen monitors. Each of the screens was subdivided into a grid with a different camera view in each one, sixteen views per monitor. A large monitor in the center of the wall had a 3D image of the building on one side and a floor plan of one of the floors to the right of it. Two operators sat at the console watching the screens, they didn’t even look up as the two entered.

Eugene continued through the room towards a glass enclosed office, Daniel followed him.

“Help yourself to the pot Gene, it’s fresh.” The man sitting behind the desk said without looking away from the monitor sitting on his desk, “You want some coffee Daniel?”

“Thanks Bob.” Gene replied as he lifted the carafe from the heater.

Inside Daniel let out a little sigh of relief, not having to rely on his few encounters with Bob to ensure it was him, “No, thanks, I’m good, what’cha need?

Bob looked up from the monitor, “I just wanted to meet you, I know we’ve met a few times but it’s been awhile and we will probably be working together.”

Daniel cocked his head to the side, “Working on what?”


“You’ve seen what’s going on outside and its only getting worse, you’ve got to get to work on the network stuff and that’s a real problem by the way, and I have to protect this building. We’ve been lucky up to this point but the riots are getting closer and larger, more violent, if they kick off around here I’ll need everyone’s help.”

“Yeah, sure.” Daniel replied, then the phone on Bob’s desk rang.

Bob pressed the speaker button on the phone, “Yello.”

“Robert, this is Malcolm, has Daniel arrived yet, I thought he would be here by now.”

“Yes Malcolm, he’s here in my office, we were just having a little talk, I’ll send him down to you.”

“Thank you, tell him to hurry, there’s no time to waste at the moment.”

“You just told him yourself, good bye Malcolm.” Bob pressed the button again ending the call, not waiting for Malcolm to respond, he looked up at Daniel, “What’s up his ass, he always so wound up?”

Not sure what to say, whether it was a set up or not, he simply replied, “Yeah, he’s a little intense.”

Bob was busy typing away at his keyboard, Daniel just stood there for a moment, looking around, Gene was sitting in a chair in the corner soaking his whiskers in the edge of coffee cup while he blew on the hot brew.

“I guess I’ll head down, good to see you again Bob, or do you like to be called Robert?”

Bob looked up, “My mother was the only person that called me Robert and that only happened prior to a grade ass whoopin from my ole man, no, do not call me Robert” Bob looked back at his monitor, then back to Daniel, “I just gave you access to the entire building, your card will open every door on the campus, I also just added Gene’s contact info to your contacts so you can reach him if you need to.”

Daniel pulled his phone from his pocket looking at, “How’d you get access to my contacts?”

Bob smiled, “It’s my job to know about the people that work here, don’t worry, all I did was add Gene, if you need anything you can call either of us, oh yeah, I added mine too.”

“Just do me favor” Gene said from behind Daniel, Daniel turned to look at him, “jus’ don’t need anything.” Gene’s face broke into what Daniel could only imagine was a smile as the ends of the whiskers turned up slightly.

“Don’t worry about him Daniel, Gene’s not exactly a people person, he’s more at home with the boilers than people.”

“I understand boilers.” Gene said.

unseenone
04-29-2013, 08:39 PM
Daniel said his good-byes and left Bob’s office. He looked at the wall of monitors as he past them and was soon in the hall again. After shutting the door he paused there for a moment, this all seemed a little weird. Without much more thought he headed for the elevator. The doors slid open and he stepped into the big metal box.

Daniel found Malcolm in his office, he was sitting at his desk with his chin resting in his hands stating at his monitor. When Daniel came in Malcolm didn’t even look up, “I’m ****ed” and shook his head, “we are so ****ed.”

The language caught Daniel off guard, he had never before heard Malcolm swear, so to hear an F bomb, two no less, was a shock. “It can’t be that bad.”

“Oh yeah?” Malcolm swiveled his monitor around to where Daniel could see it. The screen displayed numerous rows of numbers, big numbers, and they were counting down.

It took a moment for what he was seeing to register, Daniel stood there watching as the number rolled down. These were huge numbers, but they were not infinite, “Is that what I think it is?”

“Yep, I’ve tried everything and I can’t stop it, we’ve already lost billions.”

“I can stop it!” Daniel shouted as he bolted from the office.

He ran down the hall to the largest of the server rooms in the building. Swiping his card at the door he rushed in, heading for the rack that contained the switches that were the portal to the outside world. It took several minutes to disconnect all the fiber from the switches. Networks of this size are not like the ones at a typical home, it isn’t just one line. There are lines that connect to the internet and others that connect to myriad of banking networks.

When everything was disconnected Daniel wiped the sweat from his brow, even though the room was maintained at 68 degrees he was sweating. When he returned to Malcolm’s office he found him still sitting behind his desk, though now he looked even worse than he did previously.

“What the hell did you do?” Malcolm asked obviously confused.

“I pulled all fiber from the switches, the network’s isolated now.”

“You did what!”

Daniel reached over and spun the monitor around, the figures on the screen had stopped, a curser blinking in the corner of the screen was the only thing active on the screen.

“Looks like it worked to me,” Daniel spit back, “what the hell else were we gonna do?”

Malcolm jumped from his chair, “We can’t take the bank off the network, you know what kind of **** storm this is going to cause, SEC’ll crucify us!”

“Losing everything the bank has to some unknown hacker would just as bad, have you let anyone know about this yet?”

Malcolm slowly fell back into his chair, the fear that gripped him obvious on his face, “No” looking at the phone sitting on his desk, I guess I need to.”

“Yeah, I think so, I’m going to call Bob, he needs to know what’s going on.”

Daniel left Malcolm’s office, heading for his cubicle where he flopped into his chair. He sat there for a moment then palmed the receiver from the phone and dialed Bob’s extension.

“Yes.” Was Bob’s terse answer to the call.

“Bob, do you know what’s going here?”

“Not entirely, just that you guys had some trouble on the network, what’s up?”

“Someone breached the network and billions of dollars were siphoned off before I stopped it, at least I think I stopped it.”

There was a long pause before Bob replied, “Come up to my office.”

“Sure.” Daniel hung up the phone and headed for the elevator.

He was standing there waiting on the car when he remembered the little hallway that lead to Bob’s office, there was no other elevator, just the freight car. The dig indicating the arrival of the car sounded, the doors opened as Daniel turned to head for the freight elevator.

A sly smile cut Daniels lips as he lifted his hip at the reader outside Bob’s office. In the corporate culture he was a part of something as trivial as having access to a door that others didn’t was something to be coveted, now, according to Bob, he had access to the entire building. Inside the two men were still there before their monitors. Daniel glanced over at the wall of video and stopped in his tracks. The view from the hundreds of cameras routed to this office showed a truly disturbing scene.

“So what’s going on?” Bob asked over Daniels shoulder.

The question startled him and Daniel spun around, “What the hell’s going on out there?” Daniel asked pointing to the bank of monitors.

“More of the same looks like.”

“Yeah, but it’s never made it this far downtown, what the hell’s going on?”

Bob walked over to the console and manipulated a small joystick, a video feed that filled one entire monitor began to move, the image swung then zoomed in to a line of police. Daniels stepped toward the monitor, “Holly ****, those aren’t riot cops, they’ve got shotguns.”

“They probably have less lethal rounds in them, let’s see what happens.” Bob replied.

The crowd opposite the police were taunting them, throwing bottles, bricks and anything else they find. The police used shields to block the missiles, maintaining their line. Though they couldn’t hear it, they could see an officer using a loudspeaker, giving orders to the crowd. The crowd responded with more bottles, then from somewhere deep in the crowd came a molitov cocktail. On the video feed Bob and Daniel watched as the flaming bottle arched towards the line of officers, landing in front of them, a ball of flames erupting followed by a large cloud of smoke.

The smoke obscured the crowd for a moment, but not the officers, they immediately replied with a volley of tear gas and mini beanbags fired from shotguns into the crowd. The crowd started to run, pushing and shoving to try and get away. Some people fell and were trampled by those trying to get away.

“Oh they’re gonna be ****ed now.” Bob said, watching the crowd as it began to break up.

“Not nearly as mad they’ll be tomorrow.” Daniel replied.

Bob glanced over at him, “Why’s that?”

“Do you know that we handle EBT card transactions?”

“Nope, but what’s that got to do with this?” Bob asked pointing at the monitor.

“I had to pull our network down, right now there are millions of credit, debit and yes, EBT cards that don’t work.”

“That was how you stopped the problem with the network, are you nuts, you know what kind of **** that’s going to start, look what’s already happening?”

The next day many of the employees of the bank were turned away at the door. As the network was still down and there was no certainty as to when it would be back up many of them would have nothing to do. The exception was for customer service agents, in the coming days they would face an onslaught of angry, desperate customers. There were meetings galore at the bank, not only at the bank Daniel worked for but many others.

While Daniel managed to disconnect his network from the world, the damage was already done. All those connections to the internet, other banks and the most damaging of all, the Federal Reserve served to spread the virus literally at the speed of light. All over the country and in some places around the world banks were in full panic. In an effort to calm the panic, two days after the initial incident, the White House came out with a statement that all electronic financial transactions were going to be suspended.

The statement went on to assure people that their accounts were backed by the Federal Government and order in the financial markets would be restored soon. What it didn’t say was that the real reason for the “temporary halt” was to stop the slide of the US markets, which had already lost over twenty percent in the past two trading days. Efforts were being made to determine who was behind the event but at the moment it was a almost a moot point, at least to most Americans.

It was these Americans, the ones that to this point had maintained their lives in as a normal routine as they could that now were added to the those already disgruntled masses in the streets. Most people had no way of purchasing anything, if you didn’t have cash or convince a merchant to take a check there was no way to buy anything. For most people it meant that within twenty four hours they were for all intents and purposes broke, the frog started to notice the change in the water temp.

Much to Daniels relief he didn’t have to stay at the bank and he never did see the “facilities” Bob mentioned. The other side of that coin was the fact that unlike most other bank employees he had to come to work. The fact that his credit cards or his debit card worked didn’t matter that much to him, after all he worked for the bank and while they didn’t unlimited amounts of cash, there was a substantial amount of it securely locked up in the basement of the bank. Arrangements were made for bank employees to receive cash from their accounts over the counter. The banks doors may have been closed to the public, but they were open for those inside the banking community.

It was on the third day after what was now being called the “Bank Vacation” that Daniel started to have trouble. He was on his way to work when a crowd of people were blocking an intersection. They were accosting drivers as they tried to make it their destinations. Daniel was third in line at the light when the crowd spilled out into the road. Like ants they spread out in all directions, enveloping cars, those unfortunate enough to be caught in the middle of the intersection suffered the worse.

When they started breaking out windows and pulling people out of their cars Daniel quickly checked the mirrors, looking for an escape. He was in the right hand lane, a large planter separating him from a parking lot. Daniel quickly backed the Jeep as much as he could, those behind him were also looking for a way out. The short wheel base allowed him to maneuver the Jeep around to face the planter, shifting into four wheel drive he was able to climb the planter into the parking lot.

The rest of the way to the office he never stopped again, cutting lights by using parking lots or simply running lights after slowing to make sure there was no cross traffic. The bank had taken on the appearance of fortress, all first story windows and doors were protected with the same kind of roll down doors as the entrances of the parking garage. Pulling up to the garage entrance he quickly swiped his card and waited nervously as the door rolled up.
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unseenone
04-29-2013, 08:40 PM
It may be a shorter piece, but I'm trying to post more often.


This time he didn’t park under the building, he went to the top deck, waving at the uniformed and now armed security officer stationed on the first level and parked in a spot on the edge, looking east. It was early and as he leaned against the wall looking out across downtown he could see smoke. It was rising in several places and the sirens, which had of late become omnipresent, seemed to everywhere at once. The wails and warbles bounced off the buildings from all directions.

From his rooftop perspective he could see a crowd that was just coming around a corner two blocks away. It was made up of people of all types but was just what the movies always depicted. Shouts and the sounds of breaking bottles added to all the sirens to create a morbid symphony of noise. Daniel shook his head looking at the crowd, then went to the Jeep and grabbed the messenger bag. After closing the door he looked at the front bumper, the big square cap that sealed the end jutting out.

Daniel stepped towards it and gave the cap a light kick, it didn’t budge and he smiled as he headed for the stairs. A pedestrian bridge tied the building to the garage on the fourth level, he took the stairs in no real hurry and came out on the fourth deck, taking the bridge over the street below into the building. Another guard was stationed just inside the building, uniformed and armed. At first the appearance of uniformed men with pistols and shotguns had caused much concern amongst the mild mannered folks working in the building. The complaints reached the point that some asked that they be kept out of sight, but as the rioting worsened around the building the complaints disappeared.

Daniel went to the little concession stand located just past the bridge. It had the usual array of items any hip suburbanite would appreciate, Starbucks coffee, bagels and pastries and even a decent deli. He grabbed his morning Mountain Dew from the case by the register, paid using his employee ID, another nice feature of working for the bank and headed for the elevators. According to what has become his new routine, the first stop was Bob’s office.

There was no real reason for him to go up there every day, it had just become the routine. He would go up there and hang out with Bob for an hour or so, watching the monitors and talking about what was happening in the world. One of the biggest benefits of this new routine was that it really ****ed off Malcolm, he tried to put a stop to it but Bob pulled rank on him and the issue went away.

Daniel flopped into a chair across from Bob’s desk. The ever present ashtray was now overflowing with buts, a ring of fine ash surrounded the tray, the principle of maximum angle of repose having been exceeded. Numerous coffee cups littered the desk as well, some having been there so long the brown ring showing where coffee was soaking through.

“Bob you like ****, when was the last time you actually slept?”

Bob held up an empty cup without looking up from the monitor, “I just finished another two hours.”

“When was the last time you left this place?”

“And go where?” Bob asked as he picked up and shook the various cups.

“Home? To get some sleep?”

“I should have you over some day, you’d understand.” Bob found a cup with liquid in it and swished it suspiciously.

“Guess I’ll head down stairs and wallow in Malcolm’s neurosis.” Daniel said as he stood up to leave.

Bob looked up, “Before you go, shut the door real quick.”

Daniel pushed the door closed and looked back at Bob.

“You remember when I asked if you had any guns?” Bob asked as he rocked back in his chair, putting his feet up on his desk.

“Yeah, told you I sold ‘em all.”

“Yeah, bull****, whatever, I would recommend you bring one it if you’ve got, things are getting pretty ****ty out there and it may become an issue.”

Daniel wanted to tell him so bad that he still had his carbine and Glock, but he just couldn’t bring himself to do it yet, “Yeah, well, I wish I did, you got any?”

Bob smiled and swung his feet of the desk with what seemed an excessive amount of enthusiasm. Standing up he went over to what looked like a large filing cabinet at first glance, upon a closer inspection one would notice there was only one handle on the front of it. Bob pulled the door open, then removed a padlock and opened an interior door, he then stepped aside to reveal the contents of the hidden safe.

unseenone
04-29-2013, 08:41 PM
“Holy **** Bob!”

Something resembling a smile cracked Bob’s face, “You like?”

Wide eyed Daniel stepped towards the safe, “Who wouldn’t, How- how in the hell do you still have these” looking back at Bob, “aren’t you worried about getting arrested?”

Bob crossed his arms over his chest and looked down at the carpet, sweeping the toe of his shoe across the carpet he replied, “Well, there’s a lil exemption for law enforcement.”

A little confused Daniel asked, “You still a cop?”

“Retired” Bob replied before flashing another smile.

“And it applies to you as well?”

“Membership has its benefits don’ cha’ know.”

Looking back to the safe Daniel began to take a closer look, “What kind of Ar’s are those?”

“There’s three Stag’s, two Mossberg 500’s and a few Sig’s plus enough ammo to feed them for awhile.”

“Damn, that’s a hell of a collection.” Daniel replied, shaking his head.

“That’s not my collection, my collection wouldn’t fit in that safe.”

Daniel stood there stunned for a moment, before he could say anything a voice from the control room called out, “Hey Bob, you need to come see this.”

Daniel and Bob walked out to the dark room illuminated only by the wall of monitors. “What’s up Andy?” Bob asked as they came in.

One video feed suddenly filled the entire wall, it was a shot of the street, a street in front of the bank that was filling with people. It was obvious these people are ****ed, they were the epitome of a riot in its infancy. The camera panned back and forth taking in the whole street. Off in the distance they could see fires, dumpster fires from the look it. The crowd farther out was larger and it looked as though it was moving to the business district.

“Damn, this isn’t good.” Bob said to no one in particular.

“What ‘cha want to do?” Andy asked.

“Nothing, just watch it, I’m gonna go talk to the brass” Bob said as he headed for the door, “Daniel, come with me.”

The request caught him off guard, “Sure” was all he replied, taking one more look at the screen he turned to follow Bob out of the office.

Waiting in front of the elevator Daniel asked, “Where we going?”

“I’m going to talk to the exec’s, I want to shut the building down today, call of the staff before any more of them get in.”

“You think it’s gonna get that bad?”

“I hope not, but I’d rather not have a couple of thousand people here to worry about if it does.”

“Why am coming with you?”

That shady smile cracked Bob’s face again, “Spread your social circle, meet some interesting people.”

The ding announced the elevator and the door opened, Gene was standing in the car behind a cart eating a sandwich with his right hand, a rubber glove on his left.

Daniel looked at him and smiled, then looked at the cart. It was loaded with all manner of apparatus for unclogging a toilet. Daniel took another look at Gene, the mustache moving up and down, then the sandwich.

“Hey Gene, how you doin’” Bob asked as they stepped in.

Swallowing a mouthful he replied, “Same ole ****.”

Bob laughed, looking down at the cart, “So it seems.”

“I don’t know why these prim an proper ladies insist on flushing their damn harpoons down the toilet.” Gene said, then stuffed the last bite of the sandwich in his mouth.

“Harpoons, never heard em called that before.” Bob replied with a laugh.

Gene just shrugged his shoulders, pulled a comb from his shirt pocket and ran it through his mustache. Replacing he comb in his pocket he pulled the rubber glove back on his right hand, “What’r y’all up to?”

“Going up to talk to the brass, we may need to shut the building down, looks like there’s a riot brewing.”

“Good, I hope they do, I could use the break.”

The car stopped and Bob told Gene he would talk to him later, Daniel nodded Gene as he stepped off the elevator. Once the door shut Daniel looked over at Bob, “I can’t believe he was eating a sandwich after plunging a toilet.”

Bob laughed, “Yeah, that’s Gene, he’s a real piece of work.”

Daniel’s face turned sour, “That’s just friggin’ nasty.”

Bob let out a loud laugh, slapping Daniel on the back. They came to door at the end of the corridor and Bob went through it, they stepped out into a very opulent sitting area, nothing like the part of the building he worked in.

“Holy ****, where are we?” Daniel asked.

They were walking towards a large mahogany desk, a very attractive blonde was seated behind it.

“Welcome to the den of the beast, you smell that?”

Daniel looked around, “Smell what?”

“Bull****.”

The blonde looked up, a brilliant smile flashed across her face, “Why hello Bob” she stood and walked around the desk, wrapping her arms around Bob’s neck, once in the embrace Bob turned slightly so Daniel could see him, he crossed his eyes and lolled his tongue from his mouth, with his left hand he patted her back and with his right he mimicked squeezing her ass.

Daniel stood there bug eyed, “Tiffany, so good to see you” the girl stepped back, flashed the smile again and looked at Daniel, Bob caught on and introduced him, “Tiff, this Daniel, Daniel this is Tiffany.”

“Nice to meet.” She replied, offering her hand, which he took, holding her eyes just a moment longer than business etiquette dictates.

Bob broke up the moment, “Tiff, is your boss in?”

She let out a huff of a breath before heading back around the desk, “Yeah, he’s here, but he’s busy with everything going on.”

“I need to see him and it’s critically important I see him now.”

“I’m guessing from your tone you’re not bringing good news.”

“No I’m not, but he needs to hear it, now.” Bob said with a tone of finality.

“Go in and wait, I’ll let him know you’re waiting.”

“Why thank you beautiful.” Bob replied, then flashed his own nicotine stained smile.

Tiffany returned his with a coy, off the shoulder smile of her own. Bob moved for a door to the right of the desk and Daniel followed him, looking at Tiffany she gave him a smile as well. They entered another anteroom, a waiting area where the unwashed masses waited their audience with the power brokers behind the doors on the opposite side of the room.

They each took a seat in the overstuffed leather chairs. Daniel ran his hand over the arm of his, this damn sure wasn’t imitation. After a moment Bob stood and walked across the room to a credenza and opened a lower door to reveal a minifridge.

“Want a water or something?”

Daniel looked over, “Yeah, sure water’s good.”

Bob tossed a bottle to him, Daniel couldn’t help but notice the Fiji label, downstairs they had stopped putting spring water in the water coolers and went to “drinking water”. He made a smirk and shook his head as he twisted the top off the bottle.

Bob flopped back into his seat, noticing Daniels annoyance, “Nothing but the best up here buddy.”

“So I see, hey, what’s with Tiffany, you’re ****in’ nuts by the way.”

Bob laughed, blowing water out of his nose, with a grunt he replied, “Yeah hot as asphalt in July huh?”

“Yeah, I’d say, you know there’s cameras up there, someone saw your little show.”

“Pfft, yeah, know who saw it? My guys, Andy’s probably already deleted that little piece of evidence.”

unseenone
04-29-2013, 08:42 PM
A digital tone sounded, filling the small space, “Bob, he’ll see you now.”

Bob rose from his chair, “We’re on” and headed for the door, Daniel followed him into a massive office. Opposite the door stood a massive antique desk, behind it sat a man in his late fifties Daniel estimated. He looked exactly like you would expect a banker to. He wore a business suit, the coat hanging behind him, sitting in only the vest. As they walked in the man looked up but did not smile.

“Mornin’ Byron.” Bob offered.

The man simply dipped his chin, “Bob”, just an acknowledgment, nothing more, “What’s on your mind?” He asked, then diverted his attention to some papers on his desk.

“Have you seen what’s going on outside?” Bob asked.

Byron motioned to one of several TV’s hanging on the wall to his right, “Of course, it’s all over the news, looks like more of the same.” When he finished speaking he looked up as a tolerant father would at a child demanding his attention.

“You’re wrong about that, it’s not more of the same, this crowd is bigger and getting closer to the building, I think we should take some preemptive action.” Bob returned, then crossed his arms over his chest, he was not about to ignored.

Byron rocked back in his chair and let out a sigh, “And what would you have me do, it’s a job for the APD.”

“We need to call off the staff for the day, close the building.”

Byron practically leapt from his chair, “Are you out of your damn mind? You know what that would do to our business?”

“What business? Everything is shut down because of the attack, you don’t need all those people here if this riot is THE riot, call off the staff, I’ll secure the building and we can wait for this to all blow over.”

Byron’s face jerked into a sneer, “You don’t have to tell me about the damn attack! I have agents from the FBI and the SEC crawling up my ass with a God damn magnifying glass”, he looked at his watch, “as a matter of fact they should be here any minute, besides security is your job, that’s what I pay you for.”

“All the more reason to shut the building, get everyone out of here and security is my job and I’m telling you what needs done, if you choose to ignore it that’s on you”, then Bob had another thought, “besides if the building is empty for the most part and the **** hits the fan around here I’ll be able to make sure you get out of here without trying to wade through a couple thousand people.”

Byron stood there for a second considering the last point, if the **** did indeed hit the fan the only person he was worried about getting out here was his. He looked up at Bob, then at Daniel.

Jutting his chin in Daniel’s direction he asked, “Whose that?”

Bob looked over his shoulder at Daniel, “He works in IT and is my contact with them during this little incident.”

Byron looked at Daniel, “You the one responsible for ****ing my network up, making the Judas of the entire banking world?”

Daniel stood there stunned not knowing what to say, his mouth was dry and he voice refused to work. Finally Bob came to his rescue, “No, he’s the one that pulled the network down from the outside world, he’s the one that saved whatever ass you have left.”

Byron shot Bob a look, “Fine, we’ll shut the building, Tiffany will take care of getting the emails out” he paused for a moment and pointed at Bob, “you do not leave this building though, not until I do.” Byron leaned over and pressed an intercom button on his desk and asked Tiffany to come in. “Now if you gentlemen don’t mind I have **** to do.”

Bob didn’t reply, simply turned and grabbed Daniel by the arm and headed for the door, they passed Tiffany in the anteroom, “Sorry.” Bob said as he passed her. She looked at him confused, “For what?” Bob smiled, “You’ll see and make sure you get out of here as soon as you can too.”

Tiffany was still looking confused as the two men left the room. Daniel followed Bob to the elevators, not the freight elevator they took up, but the private car for the man in the big office. Bob waved his prox card at the reader by the button then pressed the now illuminated call button. Daniel just stood there not saying a word, he was still choking on his tongue.

When the car arrived and the doors opened they were greeted by four men in blue blazers with FBI emblazoned on them in big yellow letters. Bob stepped aside as the men exited, nodding at them as they passed and quickly ushered Daniel into the car. Once inside Daniel let out a long breath, running his hands through his hair.

Spinning around to face Bob she half shouted, “Dude, why in the hell did you take me up there with you?”

“What, you scared to swim with the sharks?”

Daniel just shook his head, then his phone vibrated, taking it from its cradle he looked at, “Nice, looks like I get to go home.”

Bob leaned against the wall watching the numbers tick by on the display over the door, “You’re not going anywhere.”

Daniel jerked his head up, “Why the hell not, I’m on the list here, says I don’t need to come in, since I’m here I think I’ll leave.”

“Let’s go to my office and take a look at things.”

The mob on the monitor was not the same one he saw earlier. Daniel was shocked at what he saw. There was line of police in front of the bank, all decked out in riot gear, shields, helmets and gas masks. In the center of the road was a burning police car, several piles of burning tires and dumpsters full of flames. A figure erupted from the crowd of rioters wearing one of the masks from V, a flaming trashcan over his head. He ran towards the police in an effort to hurl the can of fire.

As soon as he crossed the center line of the road, marked by the plies of burning tires the man crumpled and fell to the pavement. In the bottom right corner of the screen a police officer was racking a shotgun, the spent shell of a less than lethal round bouncing on the pavement. At the same moment a phalanx of officers rushed forward, the officers in the front holding the shields up to deflect the bottles and rocks pelting them. Just as with the Roman Legions, the second row officers held their shields over their heads, blocking the missiles landing on them.

They covered the man in the road as additional officers in the rear grabbed the stricken man and pulled him back to the police line. The line of rioters surged forward but were immediately turned back with streams of pepper spray from fire extinguisher canisters.


“Holy ****.” Daniel said as he watched the scene unfold.

“That’s nothing, just wait till it’s live rounds they’re using.” Bob replied.

“Bob, you want us to lock down the building?” Andy asked from his console.

Bob scanned the various cameras, “Yeah, everything on the ground level, send out an email telling everyone to take the pedestrian bridge to the garage.”

“Done.” Andy replied.

On a couple of the monitors the large gates began to lower. If Bob had his way they would have remained down but earlier in the day Byron had insisted they be raised. Now he wasn’t even going to bother to ask, the building was being getting locked down. Daniel’s phone vibrated, he pulled it off to check the message.

“Where are you!?” Malcolm’s signature was under it.

unseenone
04-29-2013, 08:43 PM
Teague closed the phone and let it drop into his lap as his head fell back onto the couch. He let out a long breath that was half groan half regret. Coming back to the moment he pulled the cover off the back of the phone and removed the SIM card. Sitting up he tossed it into the fireplace and watched as it disappeared in the flame. Crossing the room to where his pack sat beside the door he reached into it and took another card out and inserted into the phone.

He’d only been here for two days and it was time to move again. The ambush happened three weeks ago, he thinks it’s been three weeks and he since then he hasn’t spent more than four days in one spot. Everyone involved in the ambush had been on the move just as he had. The ambush had been a spur of the moment mission, while they had been looking for a chance to make a stand the roadblock just fell in their lap. As soon as contact was broke at the scene they immediately separated into smaller cells. These smaller cells continued to breakup until every militiaman was on his own.

Each person was left to their own devices with one simple goal, don’t get your ass caught. In this manner no one knew what the others plan was, unless of course you ran you mouth. The three militia members caught so far were members of the same cell that. They made a group plan and discussed it in detail with one another. When the first of them was apprehended the other two fell like dominos. In their plan they all agreed not to be taken alive, “from my cold dead hands!” was the unanimous cadence shouted by the three. In the end only one of them even fired a shot, for which he immediately shot multiple times in return.

Teague’s plan was a little more sophisticated, he actually had a network of people in place to help him. Not that they knew why they were doing the things he asked, but he’d known them all for so long that when he called they answered. The network he was relying on was so far removed from him that if the Fed’s did ever manage to put it together he would already be long gone. So far everything had worked out, he was already in Arkansas and this next ride would get him into Alabama. Once in Alabama it wouldn’t take too long to make his way to Atlanta, he just hoped his cousin would let him crash at his place.

***

Daniel looked at the phone and grunted, Bob looked over and he showed him the message. Bob snorted and took the phone. Daniel watched as he typed a reply, Been sent home, all nonessential personnel have been furloughed today, he sent the message and handed the phone back. Daniel took it and snapped it back into the cradle, giving Bob a smile as he did, “What now?”

“Let’s go get a coffee.”

Daniel nodded and the two of them headed for the door. On the way out Bob said, “Andy call me if anything happens.”

“Sure things boss.”

They took the elevator down to the level with the pedestrian bridge. The little coffee shop was located inside the building where the bridge connected and they ordered a coffee before the two ladies working there shut down. They took up a seat at one of the high tables where they could watch as all the employees left.

“How bad do you think it’s going to get out there?” Daniel asked.
Bob took a sip of the coffee before replying, “Dunno, it may blow over or they may try and burn the damn city down. Either way I didn’t want the building full if try.”

Daniel nodded and looked out across the small mezzanine area where the shop was located. It opened up onto into the large foyer of the main lobby, the open space there continued up for one more floor. From where Daniel sat he could see the windows on the front of the building, though at the moment all he could see was the back of the large security shutters covering them. The sound of Bob’s Zippo popping open caught his attention and he look back just in time to see him light a smoke.

“Are you freakin nuts?”

Bob blew out the smoke, “What, who’s going to complain?”

“Still, you’re not supposed to smoke in the building.”

Bob flicked some ash into an empty creamer cup, “Aw come on, you’re also supposed to pay your taxes on time, wait thirty minutes after eating before you swim or eat red meat, come on man you can’t be that big a *****.”

Daniel’s back stiffened, “I’m no *****.”

“Calm down there John Wayne, just ****in’ with ya.”

Daniel sipped his coffee, who the hell did this guy think he was anyway?

Daniel’s phone vibrated, Malcolm again. I am leaving now, you need to be here in the morning.

Daniel jumped up from the chair startling Bob, “What?”

“Malcolm’s headed down here now, I don’t want him to see me let’s go.”

“I ain’t worried about him, let’s finish our coffee.” Bob shook his head and took another sip.

The elevator bank was only twenty or so feet away and he was able to hear the ding announcing the cars arrival. With nowhere to go Daniel ran around the counter of the coffee shop and crouched down. Bob was laughing at him as he did. Malcolm came around the corner of the elevator bank and saw Bob who was still laughing. He walked over and stood on the other side of the half wall that enclosed the café area.

Bob simply sipped his coffee, never acknowledging the other man’s presence. After a minute or two Malcolm got irritated, “Why are you still here Bob, I though everyone was told to leave.”

“Actually the email said all nonessential personnel were sent home, I’m essential.” Bob replied with a smile.
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unseenone
04-29-2013, 08:44 PM
“You know you aren’t allowed to smoke in here.” Malcolm replied in an attempt to get the upper hand.

Bob’s response was to light another one up, he inhaled deeply while looking him in the eye then blew out three perfect rings into the air. When he finished he smiled at Malcolm, “So sue me.”

Malcolm walked off in a huff, Bib smiled at himself, it wasn’t every day you got to **** someone off so easy. Daniel waited behind the counter, not wanting to chance a look and get spotted by Malcolm. Bob left him there for a couple of minutes before he finally said, “Coast is clear.”

Daniel peered over the counter with one eye, looking the café over. The only person he saw was Bob, sipping on his coffee and smoking. Cautiously he stood up and walked around the counter, still looking for Malcolm. Finally making his wat back to the table he took a seat across from Bob.

“What’d he say?” Daniel asked.

“Who?”

Daniel lifted his hands off the table, “What’da you mean who?”

Bob laughed, “Don’t worry, he’s got no idea you’re here.”

Malcolm look down at the crowd below the bridge as he crossed, they looked ****ed. One guy, young black kid in a grey hoodie looked up, locking eyes with him. The kid was shouting something, no way he could hear it up here, Malcolm just stared back at him. His apparent indifference sent the kid into a rage, he tore the red bandanna from his face and began to scream, then in a final act of defiance he gave Malcolm the finger. Malcolm just shook his head and continued to the garage where he took the elevator up to the next level where he was parked.

He was digging around in his pocket for his keys when he stopped in his tracks. He stood there for a moment, certainly he wasn’t seeing what he thought he was seeing. But there sat Daniel’s Jeep in his usual spot.

“Son of a bitch.”

That little ****, sure he was good at his job but he was the biggest pain in the ass. The thought passed through his mind that if he wasn’t so damn good he could terminate him, but then he knew deep down that he couldn’t do half of the stuff that Daniel could, the kid really was good. Malcolm hit the button and the locks popped open and he was heading down to the exit.

When he got to the exit he was forced to stop, there was a big gate blocking the exit. One of the security officers approached the him on the driver’s side, he was surprised as he never saw the guy until he was almost at the window. Malcolm put the window down as the guy got there.

“Can I get out?” Malcolm asked.

“Hang on a sec” the security man keyed his radio, “got one ready to exit, is it clear?”

The radio crackled with a reply, “Uh, yeah, looks alright, there’s one guy out there but he looks ok.”
“Alright, open it up.”

The big steel gate rattled and groaned as it began to rise, Malcolm and the security officer watched, once it was high enough for the car to clear the security officer told him to go ahead. As Malcolm pulled out he looked to his right checking for cars, then his windshield exploded. Shocked is not the word for what he felt, suddenly someone was at the passenger door, trying to get in. Malcolm looked over and saw a young black guy in a grey hoodie with a red bandanna over his face, he was pounding on the glass and screaming. Malcolm was stunned he didn’t know what to do, shock prevented him from moving.

“Go go go!” The security officer was screaming, the kid at the window ignored him, or maybe he didn’t even notice the man.

Malcolm looked in the rearview mirror at the security officer who was frantically waving for him go, then he looked to his right and he gasped. A sea of people were pouring around the corner of the garage, it looked like those videos of the tsunami that stuck Indonesia but instead of water it was people. Looking to his left the kid was still there, he dropped a pack off his back and pulled a metal bar out of it. With the bar he took a batters stance at the window.

A series of pops went off in rapid succession and the kid fell to the floor of the garage, the security appeared at the window, “Dammit man, ****ing go!” he shouted while holding his pistol on the stricken man. Finally Malcolm floored the gas and took off. The security officer keyed his radio, calling for the gate to be closed immediately. The crowd on the street was still running towards the open gate. The gate began to lower and the security officer back peddled into the garage, weapon still drawn with an eye on the gate.

Bob looked at the message that was marked urgent, “Need you up here now. Andy.”

“Come on, let’s go back to my office.” Bob said as he stood up, dropping the butt of a cigarette into the empty cup.

“What’s up? Daniel asked.

“Don’t know, but I bet it ain’t good.”

Bob watched the video for the third time, he simply couldn’t believe what he was seeing. On the screen beside the one playing the recently recorded video was the live shot of the camera outside of the garage. The crowd out there was still growing, two cars parked on the other side of the street from the garage were already on fire. All manner of objects were being thrown at the building. Several people were using the post of a street sign to batter the gate.
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unseenone
04-29-2013, 08:44 PM
Okay, okay, OKAY already!!!

Bob reached for a radio sitting in a cradle beside Andy, picking it up he spoke into it, “Tommy, soon as you can I need to see you up here.”

The reply that came back was distorted by the sounds od banging on the metal gate, mixed with shouts made it almost inaudible, “You gonna send someone else down here to relieve me first?”

Bob thought about it for a moment, “Andy pull up the front of the building.”

An exterior view of the front of the building filled the monitor before him. It looked like most of the people out there had moved around towards the garage, at the moment things were quieter out there.

Bob keyed his radio, “S1, S4.”

“Go for S4.”

“Go relieve S3”

“Roger that, on my way.”

Andy spun around in his seat, “Want me to call 911?”

“Not yet, let’s see what Tommy has to say first, not like they’d come right now anyway.”

Daniel pointed to the screen, “Looks like they’re already on their way,”

Bob looked up as Andy spun around. He quickly brought up a monitor to the center of the screen. In the bottom left corner of the screen the top of the metal gate of the garage exit could be seen along with part of the crowd gathered there. On the top half of the screen the Atlanta PD, in full riot gear was forming up. A skirmish line was already formed and they were advancing one step at a time, banging their batons on the top of their shields. The crowd paid them little attention.

“****, Andy call Carlos and tell him what’s going on.”

Daniel looked at Bob, “Who’s Carlos?”

“He’s a LT with the Atlanta PD, good friend of mine, I need coffee, anyone else?”

“Yeah, I could use some.” Daniel said.

Daniel followed Bob into his office, “See if you can find a cup.” Bob said as he blew stale ashes out of a cup on his desk.”

Daniel was standing beside the coffee pot, going through the various cups scattered around it. His face looked as ill as he felt looking into some of the cups. He was certain some of these would be of interest to the CDC.

“Found lots of cups, you got a clean one anywhere?”

Bob was wiping his cup out with his tie, “Look under the counter, should be some Styrofoam cups under there.”

Much to his relief Daniel found one cup still in the plastic sleeve and made himself a cup. The liquid was dark, really dark, like it had been on the burner all day. Bob poured a cup without a second thought and took a long drink. He looked up to see the security guard from the garage standing outside his door.

“What the hell happened?” Bob asked.

Tommy ran his hand across his face, “I’m sure you already saw the video, what was I supposed to do, let beat the guys brains in? If the dumb **** would have just drove off it wouldn’t have happened, but he just sat there looking all stupid.”

“Yeah, we saw the video, but you gotta know that killing one of them is just going to make things a lot worse out there.” Bob said, shaking his head.

“I know, sorry, but I couldn’t let that dumbass get beat. Who was that ass hat anyway?”

“His name’s Malcolm, head of IT security.” Daniel said.

Tommy looked at him, “You mean that guy was in charge of the department that caused most of this ****? Those people are rioting out there because they can’t get to their money or use their damn food stamps, and I saved his ass, ****, if I’d a know that I would’ve stepped back and watched, it’s IT’s fault this **** is getting worse.”

“Careful there Tommy, Daniel here works for that man.” Bob said.

“Don’t worry, I think he’s an ass hat too and for the record there were already riots before the whole bank holiday thing.” Daniel said.

Andy stuck his head into Bob’s office, “Bob, Carlos on two.”

Bob walked around his office and fell into his chair, paused for a moment looking at the phone, then picked it up, pressing the button for line two at the same time.

“How’s business Carlos?”

“Markets peaking, what’da need Bob?”

“I guess you know things are a little hairy down here right now.”

“Yeah, the riot guys are out, we should have them cleaned out soon, they’re bringing in a sound cannon right now, that should run ‘em off.”

“Good, it should make it easier for you guys to get to the crime scene.” Bob shook out a smoke and lit it, there was a pause on the other end.

“What crime scene?” Carlos asked.

“We were evacuating the building earlier and one of our people was attacked by someone in the mob.”

“I’m sorry about that Bob, but right now we just don’t have the time to deal with that.” Carlos was getting irritated with this trivial situation considering what was going on right now.

“That’s not the issue, one of my guys shot him.”

“Are you ****in’ serious, dammit Bob.”

“Look, I got it all on video, it’s a clean shoot.”

“Where’s the actor?” Carlos asked in exasperation.

“That’s the real problem, he went down just outside our security doors on the parking garage, the crowd down there is beating the **** out of the door and we can’t see the body now.”

“****, what exit, I’ll see if we can get it cleared out.”

“It’s the north exit, you’ve got a riot squad just down the street from them now, if your guys can push ‘em down the block we can get in there.”

“You aren’t getting in anywhere, just stay out of it, we’ll get with you later. I’ll see what I can do about getting them cleared out, then get back to you. Keep your shooter onsite, he can’t leave.”

“10-4 Carlos, let me know if we can help.” Bob said just before the line went dead.

Bob hung up the phone and looked up at Tommy. “How’s it look?” Tommy asked.

“He’s ****ed, you should be alright, go get a drink, take break.”

Tommy nodded and left the office. Daniel waited until he was gone to comment on how casual Tommy acted after shooting someone. Bob told him Tommy was a vet that spent six tours in Iraq and the Stan, he’d killed before.

unseenone
04-29-2013, 08:46 PM
Now that things are getting back to normal, here's a new piece.



For the next several minutes they watched as the APD tried to push the crowd back. Volley after volley of teargas was fired into the crowd, many of which were thrown back. Riots and unrest have been going on for so long that many people were now coming out equipped with their own gas masks. While their numbers were low, they made up the front line troops in the gas war with the police.

The police would deploy gas and rush the mob, the riot would fall back a bit, regroup and surge towards the officers who would deploy another round gas as they fell back before regrouping and charging the rioters again. It was essentially a stalemate, neither side really had the upper hand. While both sides were constantly being reinforced, the police had the advantage in equipment.

“Holy ****, what the hell is that thing?” Daniel asked as large hulking vehicle came into view.

“It’s about to get really interesting.” Andy said as he guided a camera on the behemoth, zooming in as he did.

Bob chuckled, “Yeah, unless they got scuba gear they aren’t going to stand in front that thing.”

The riot squad parted to let the truck pull through to the front of their line. The appearance of the thing sent the crowd into a renewed fervor, jumping up and down and throwing everything that they break loose at the officers. Once the officers were organized they began to move forward, keeping pace with the truck. Initially the crowd began to fall back in anticipation of what the truck may do. When nothing happened, except for the officers gaining ground, they decided to stand their ground.

Once the crowd stopped falling back the water cannon opened up on them. The effect was profound and immediate.

“Holy ****!” Daniel shouted as two men with bandannas over their faces were rolled ******* over teacup by the force of the stream.

“Oh yeah, that got their attention.” Bob said as hit a cigarette.

The water cannon was having the desired affect and the crowd fell back farther down the block. The truck was finally in front of the exit of the parking garage. It pulled over towards the door and stopped parallel to it in the street. The doors on the rear opened and some officers quickly exited, running the couple of feet to the roll up door.

“There’s Carlos.” Bob said.

Andy was already swinging the camera around so they could look down on the scene. What they saw was Carlos standing there looking around, no body was in the frame. Carlos pulled a cell phone from his pocket and started to dial.

“****.” Bob said as his phone started to ring.

“What’cha see down there Carlos?”

“There’s nothing here, no body, no blood, nothing, you sure he went down?” Carlos shouted into the phone over the chaos surrounding him.

“I’ve got it on video, he was down, that cannon probably washed away any blood that as there.”

Across the street from the bank’s parking garage was another parking structure. This one served several businesses on the block and was open to the public, using those little kiosks to pay by entering your space number. Shorter than the enormous garage across the street, it was only two stories.

Suddenly the camera on the garage exit flickered and another view took its place. Bob looked at Andy wondering what the hell he was doing when he the video feed explained it in a flash. A group of people were running across the top deck of the garage towards the side bordering the street. Carlos was saying something to him on the phone when Bob cut him off.

“Carlos, on the roof behind you guys, there’s people moving in on you guys!”

“What?” Carlos shouted back.

“On the roof of the other garage!”

On the screen they watched as the people made it to the edge of the parapet wall, they watched with horror as they lit molitov cocktails.

“Behind you, look up, you’ve got incoming!” Bob shouted back.

On a small image they watched as Carlos finally caught on to what was happening, he was shouting at the other officers and pointing up at the garage just as the flaming missiles came over it in a slow arch. The officers began to run for cover, taking up positions behind the truck, between it and the bank’s security door.

“Son of a bitch!” Bob shouted as he headed for his office.

Andy and Daniel were watching the camera feeds when Andy quickly zoomed in on a figure, he was moving in a low crouch to the wall, it wasn’t until the camera had zoomed in enough that they were able to see the AK 47 he carried.

“Bob, one of ‘em’s got a gun!” Andy called out.

Bob came out of his office holding an AR in each hand, a OD bag slung over his shoulder, Daniel was wide eyed.

“What the hell are you doing?”

Bob thrust one of the rifles into his hands, “Follow me”, then snatched a radio from the charger on Andy’s console, “keep me informed on what’s happening.”

“10-4 boss.”

Bob headed for the door and paused just outside it looking at Daniel, “You coming or not?”

Daniel simply nodded and followed him out the door. In the elevator Bob told him what his plan was. They were going to go to the top of the their parking garage which would overlook the one across the street. He would call Carlos and ask if they needed their help suppressing the group on the roof. Daniel didn’t say anything, just nodding his head.

As soon as they exited the elevator and headed for the pedestrian bridge to garage Bob was on his phone. “Dammit!” he shouted when Carlos’s voicemail picked up. He tried two more times on the way to the top of the garage with the same result.

Making it to the edge of the garage he was able to look down and see Carlos and some of the other officers taking cover behind the truck as molitovs broke on the other side of it sending thick clouds of black smoke swirling up, causing Daniel and Bob both to fall back.

“Bob, what do you want to do?”

Bob didn’t answer, he tried his phone again, this time Carlos answered, “Carlos, there’s a guy with an AK on top of that garage!” Bob made his way to the edge and looked down, this time he could Carlos.

Daniel was looking down on the garage across the street and could see everyone there. The man with the AK was peering over the top of the wall at the officers, then the officers launched teargas at them.

“You guys need to get the hell out of there.” Bob said into the phone.

“Were ****ing trying, you see all the damn fire?” Carlos shouted back.

“Yeah I do, look up.”

“What?”
“Look up dumbass.”

Bob was looking down when Carlos leaned away from the building to see him.

“What the hell are you doing up there?”

“When I saw the guy with the AK I came up here in case you guys needed some help.”

“We don’t need any help, I told you to stay out of it, are you armed?”

“What ****ing good would I be if I wasn’t?”

Daniel hit Bob, “Gun!”

Daniel’s warning was immediately followed by a volley of shots, causing both men to jump. The riot police on the road began to scatter, looking for anywhere to take cover. At the same moment, almost as if it had ben coordinated, a couple dozen flaming tires came rolling down the road towards the besieged officers. From below the AK was answered with return fire.

Bob looked over to see Carlos firing a handgun, Daniel was looking at the shooter across the road, he could plainly see the man, he looked at Bob who was looking down at Carlos, then at the Stag in his hands and charged the rifle.

“Carlos, you want us to take him out?”

Two officers were down in the street, Bob watched as Carlos looked at them, then at shooter who saw him and switched his fire to the back of the truck.

“Carlos, dammit, we can take him out!”

“Take him out, shoot, shoot!” Carlos shouted into the phone.

Bob looked up at Daniel as his rifle barked, Daniel fired round after round about a half second apart. Bob looked across the street to see the shooter sprawled on the ground. Another person tried to grab the AK and Bob dropped his phone and quickly engaged him, felling the man with two shots. The others began to try and take cover. A milk crate full of cocktails was sitting just far enough back that Bob was able to put rounds into it, spraying the flammable liquid in a wide area.

Bob ejected the mag in his rifle and dug through the bag, pulling out another with red tape around it, jammed it into the rifle and began firing at the spreading pool of gas. The tracers streaked across the street, on the third round a ball of flames and thick black smoke erupted.

unseenone
04-29-2013, 08:47 PM
Both men stopped firing and stood there watching the smoke rise. The others on the deck across from them were running for the exit, rounding the corner and heading down the ramp, out of site. Bob was brought out of his trance by the sounds of shouting on the road below. Looking down he could officers helping their fallen to the truck. The crowd had fallen back farther down the block, probably as a result of the gun fire. Carlos looked up and gave Bob a wave, he waved back just as Carlos climbed into the back of the truck and shut the door. It quickly started to move, heading back the way it came.

Daniel was still just standing there gawking at the scene across the street from him, at the man he just killed. The man was sprawled out, like someone in the middle of making a snow angle. He was jarred back to reality by his phone ringing. At first he didn’t notice it, the vibrating is what finally got his attention. Plucking the phone from the clip he looked at it and was confused. He shook his head and looked again, it was his home number on the screen.

“Hello?”

“Daniel?”

“Yeah, who the hell is this?”

“It’s Teague.”

“Teague?”

“Yeah, your cousin.”

“How the hell did you get in my house?”

“The door was open, hope you don’t mind that let myself in.”

Daniel had to think about that for a minute, he was certain he locked the door, it would stupid to go out and not lock it.

“Uh, yeah, sure, what are you doing in town?”

“Just bumming around, thought I’d drop in and see ya, when you coming home?”

“Don’t know, things are a little… weird at work today.”

“I bet, been watching the news, looks like the ****s hit the fan downtown.”

Daniel looked back across the street, “You have no idea, just hang out, I’ll call you when I head home.”

“Cool, I’ll be here, drinking your beer.”

Daniel ended the call, hoping there was somewhere he could buy some beer on the way home because he damn sure was going to need a drink after today.

“Who was that?” Bob asked.

“My cousin, just came into town.”

“He sure picked a ****ed up time for a visit.”

“Yeah, well he hasn’t never been real bright. We grew up together, spent all our summers together tear assin’ around the woods, ya know, just being kids.”

“Let’s head back to my office.”

When they walked in Andy was replaying the video of the shooting, he caught on to what was happening and trained a camera on the top deck of the garage. Daniel glanced at the screen, then looked away, the scene playing over and over in his head as bad enough, he didn’t need to see a live action replay. Bob walked by without noticing the video. He went straight to his office, Daniel followed him. Bob leaned his rifle by the door in his office, Daniel did likewise.

Bob snatched a coffee cup from his desk and looked into it, dried coffee crusted the bottom of it. He wiped it out with the tail of his tie, then set it down on the desk and repeated the process with another. Opening the bottom drawer of his desk he pulled a bottle of Johnny Walker blue label and poured two fingers in each cup, handing one to Daniel.

Daniel took the cup and looked into it, at the little brown bits floating around in the amber whiskey, **** it, he thought and tossed the Scotch back. He followed it with a hard exhale and looked at Bob.

“Damn that’s good, thanks I needed it.”

Bob tossed his back and bared his teeth, he looked like a werewolf. Picking up the bottle he poured another in each cup, “You need another.”

Daniel didn’t even hesitate this time, though he only downed half of it in the first swallow, actually taking a moment to savor it. He motioned with the cup at the bottle, “Must be nice having that in your desk.”

“Conditions are what you make ‘em”

“I guess, couldn’t pull that off downstairs.”

Bob smiled as he lit a cigarette, “Who’s going to search me?”

Daniel looked out towards Andy, sitting at his console, the video of the shooting was gone and he was panning the exterior cameras around.

“Wonder how things are going outside, I’d like to get the hell out of here if I could.” Daniel said.

“Let’s go see.”

At the moment the street was relatively clear, the mobs had dispersed, fighting tear gas and clubs is one thing, taking bullets was more than most of them bargained for.

“How’s it look Andy?” Bob asked.

“Looks like the animals have returned to their cages for now.”

“Bob I’m going to take off, I’m sure your cop buddy will want to talk to me, I’ll come back tomorrow.”

Bob stared at the monitor for a moment, rubbing his chin then looked at his watch.

“Go ahead, go home, you too Andy.”

Andy spun around in his chair, “You sure boss?”

“Yeah, you two get gone while the gettin’s good.”

“What about you?” Daniel asked.

“Me? Oh, I’ll stay here and keep an eye on things, there’s still guys in the building so I’ll be alright.”

“Alright, I’m outta here.” Daniel said.

Andy leapt from his chair, “Me too.”

“Before you go Daniel, come in here.” Bob said as he walked into his office.

Bob opened the top drawer of his desk and took out a business card and handed it to Daniel, “If you have any trouble, I mean any with the cops, give them this card and call me. Call me before they get to you if you can, this time don’t ****in’ forget.”

Daniel looked at the card, Lt. Carlos Delgado Atlanta Police Department. Complete with office, fax and best of all, cell phone numbers.

unseenone
04-29-2013, 08:49 PM
Okay, her is the first part, more tomororw.

WR, send me PM, I have a guy that does them charp.


Daniel looked at the card, Lt. Carlos Delgado Atlanta Police Department. Complete with office, fax and best of all, cell phone numbers. He stuck the card in his pocket and headed for the door.

“Hey, when you coming back?” Bob asked.

Daniel stopped at the door and scratched his head, “Dunno, do I even need to come back?”

That caught Bob off guard, he shrugged his shoulders before replying, “Well ya got me, just keep your phone handy in case I need to get in touch with you.”

Andy and Daniel left the office and walked down to the garage together. Andy was parked on the first floor of the garage and Daniel’s Jeep was on the top floor.

“Be safe.” Daniel said as they headed for the stairs.

“You too man.”

Andy headed down and Andy went up, taking the stairs two at a time. When he came out of the stairs on the top deck he went over to the wall and looked over the side at the street, the street was empty, like creepy empty. Daniel hopped into the Jeep and headed for the exit, tires squealing as he wound his way down through the decks. Andy was already gone and the security door was closed when he got to it. As he approached it the door began to open, he knew Bob was up there watching the cameras, he stuck his arm out and waved at the camera as he pulled through and onto the street.

Daniel was very nervous as he drove towards home, remembering his last ride through town. To try and calm his nerves he turned on the radio. The radio blared news, telling about the riots downtown. The shooting made was not mentioned at all, he thought that was a little odd, but then without the media being able to move around the streets it wasn’t too surprising. He couldn’t take the constant talk of riots, looting, shootings and general mayhem depressed him and he switched to the MP3 player connected to the stereo.

He wasn’t in the mood for rock and settled on Mumford and Sons instead. Before the first song was finished he saw the entrance to his apartment complex ahead and relief washed over him. Pulling into his spot in front of his building he shut off the Jeep and sat there for a moment, looking around and listening. He was nervous as all hell, not there was any obvious danger at the moment, it was simply becoming a way of life.

Before getting out he dug around in his bag and found his flashlight. With the light in one hand and his pocket knife in the other he got out and headed for his apartment. As he went up the stairs he had the key ready and stuck it in the deadbolt as soon as he reached it. Daniel quickly opened the door and froze in his tracks. He was staring into a giant black hole, at least it looked giant from where he stood.

“Oh, sorry dude, didn’t know it was you.” Teague said as he lowered the pistol.

“*******, you scared the **** outta me!” Daniel shouted.

“Sorry bro’, it’s a little scary out there right now.” Teague replied as Daniel stepped past him into his apartment. Teague stepped out of the door and looked around before closing it.

Daniel went straight for the fridge, he needed a beer. Pulling one out he opened it and took a long drink, downing half the bottle. When he lowered the bottle Teague was standing there. Daniel set the bottle on the counter and looked at Teague.

“What the **** man?”

“Sorry dude, you been out there? It’s ****ing scary.”

“If you only knew.”

From the back of the apartment a voice called out, “Is it safe?”

“Who the hell is that?” Daniel asked.

“****, forgot, yeah, come on out.” Teague called out.

Daniel leaned forward to see who was coming and saw Christy as she rounded the corner.

Her face lit up when she saw Daniel and quickly moved towards him, “Hey babe, I’m so glad you’re here!” She shouted as she wrapped her arms around him.

With a beer in one hand and Christy’s arms around his neck, Daniel looked at Teague with raised eyebrows.

“She jus’ showed up bro’.”

Christy pulled back, then quickly leaned in and kissed him.

“I was worried about you, the news is saying there was shooting downtown near your office, is everything ok?” Christy asked as she looked him over.

“Yeah, I’m fine, let’s go sit down, I’m beat.”

The three of them went into the living room, Daniel sat on the couch and Christy fell into it beside him. Teague flopped into the chair, putting his feet up on the coffee table. While he wasn’t bothered by Teague’s feet on the table, the number of empty beer bottles on it did. The TV was on and a local news anchor was going on and on about the violence downtown.

Daniel squeezed Christy’s thigh, she looked up and smiled, “I see you’ve met my cousin Teague.”

She smiled back at him, then looked at Teague, “Yeah, I came by, he answered the door when I knocked.”

“Yeah, I was really lucky he dropped by since I left the door unlocked.” Daniel replied, then looked over at Teague as he took another pull off the beer.

“What? You really need to pay more attention, especially right now.” Christy replied.

Teague just smiled, “Indeed.”

“Well, what brought you out to Atlanta?” Daniel asked Teague.

“He’s wandering.” Christy replied.

“Wandering huh?”

“Yeah, just wanted to get out of Michigan for a while, figured I’d better do it now before there’s nothing left to see.”

“That shouldn’t take long considering the way things are going right now.” Daniel replied.

“How’s everyone doing up there?” Daniel asked.

Teague looked at the floor, “Good, everyone’s good.”

“Hmm.” Daniel replied as he finished his beer.

“I’m starving, you got any food?” Christy asked.

“Hell, I don’t know, take a look and see what you can find.”

Christy jumped up, “You guys hungry?”

Teague rolled his head on the back of the chair, “Starved.”

“I could eat something.” Daniel replied.

Christy headed for the kitchen, Daniel watched her leave, once she was out of earshot he sat up on the couch, “What are you doing here, really?”

“Dude, I told ya, just wanted to travel a little.”

“Really, that **** up there didn’t have anything to do with it did it?”

“What ****?”

“Dude, don’t even try to play with me, you know what I’m talking about.” Daniel fired back.

Teague quickly sat up in the chair, “I didn’t have anything to do with it, sure some of my friends did, but I wasn’t there.”

“Mmm hmm, I figured it was something like that, all that antigovernment crap you use to spout off.”

“You guys want a burger and some onion rings?” Christy called out.

“Hell yeah!” Teague called out.

“Sounds good babe.”

Teague leaned towards Daniel and tried to whisper, “Dude, she is hawt!”

“I heard that.” Christy shouted, her back to them at the stove.

Daniel smiled, “The problem is she knows it too.”

“Hey, I heard that too, watch it mister!” Daniel looked over to see her pointing a spatula at him.

Daniel smiled and Teague let out a loud laugh.

“You know I love ya babe.” Daniel said.

Christy’s back was to him, watching the burgers on the stove, “Whatever!”

“So you really didn’t have anything to do with it?” Daniel asked.

“No, I told you, I’m just on vacation.”

“Cool, let’s find something to watch, how’s those burgers babe?” Daniel shouted.

“Burned if you keep it up.”

unseenone
05-09-2013, 10:43 AM
Carlos sat at his desk with his head in his hands. All the riots lately have taken a lot out of everyone, now things were going to a whole new level. Roberts and Andrews were in the hospital with gunshot wounds, things were definitely getting serious. The fact that all weapons were now outlawed made no difference, most people didn’t turn them in, certainly not the typical gang banger. Hell, even he didn’t put all his on the forms he had to fill out as a law enforcement officer. They said he could keep his, but Carlos didn’t trust the government anymore than the people currently burning down the city. The only difference between him and the rioters is he wasn’t ready to start lighting fires, yet.

Another officer walked by him and paused, “Hey Carlos, they’re gonna be alright, word from the ER is neither of them had serious wounds.”

Carlos looked up, “Thanks man, that’s good, real good.”

The other officer quickly moved off and Carlos looked at his desk, it was mounded with paperwork that needed done but he just didn’t have the energy or give-a-**** to do it. Under the new laws, the use of the rifle in the riot changed things in the entire dynamic of how the city would deal with them from now. The first thing the APD did was to call the FBI and tell them of the shooting of two of their officers. Now in addition to the state investigation into the shooting there would be a federal one as well, but that was above his pay grade and other people had to worry about that. He knew thought that at some point he would probably be interviewed by the FBI and the GBI, the Georgia Bureau of Investigations.

His phone rang and Carlos picked it up without even thinking, “Carlos”.

“Carlos, this is Richard Folsom with the FBI, I’m on my way down, can you hang out till I get there?”

Carlos rocked back in his chair and looked at the ceiling shaking his head, “Yeah sure, how long till you get here?”

“My team will be there in about fifteen minutes.”

“Rubbing a hand through his hair he replied, “I’ll be right here, got nothing better to do right now.”

“Thanks”, came the terse reply before the line went dead.

Carlos hung up the phone then rocked back in his chair, “Well ****!”

“What’s wrong?” A female voice asked from behind him.

Carlos spun around to see detective Nora Fitz from the vice squad, “Some **** from the FBI is on his way down here to interview me I assume.”

“****? That’s a little harsh isn’t it?” She asked with a smile.

“No, he’s a real ****, some guy named Richard Folsom.”

“****” Nora said shaking her head, “That’s damn funny.” She added as she walked away.

***

Daniel, Christy and Teague sat and ate the hamburgers and the homemade potato chips Christy made. Teague was stuffing a couple in his mouth, his head slightly back, looking at her, not only was she hot but the girl could cook. The TV was on CNN, footage of riots from all over the country flashed across the screen. The ticker at the bottom slowly crawled across the screen with other news facts. The NYSE had been shut down at 1:00PM when the circuit breakers kicked in due to excessive losses. In California police were looking for whoever attacked a Girl Scout campout, killing three young girls.

“What’s going on at work, it must be crazy down there?” Christy asked between bites of her burger.

The question caught Daniel off guard and he almost choked on a mouthful of potatoes, recovering he looked up, “Ah, yeah, you might say that.”

Christy and Teague both sat there looking at him, waiting for more, when he didn’t continue Teague said, “And?”

“And, what?” Daniel replied.

“What happened?” Christy asked.

“Nothing, nothing really, just the same stuff you see there.” Daniel said pointing at the TV.

Teague looked at the big screen, “More than I’d want to deal with, that’s part of the reason I left Michigan.”

“Me too, I haven’t been anywhere near downtown.” Christy said.

Daniel looked over at Teague, “Yeah, some bad **** up there huh.”

Teague stared at the screen, “Yeah.”

“How long is Teague staying here?” Christy asked.

“I don’t know, how long are you staying here?” Daniel asked.

Teague just shrugged his shoulders, “I guess till you kick me out.”

“So you’re leaving tomorrow then?”

“Daniel, that’s not very nice.” Christy fired back.

Teague just laughed and Daniel followed suit, “He can stick around, I don’t care.”

After finishing their burgers Daniel said he was tired and wanted to go bed, Christy said she’s go with him and Teague said he was going to stay up and watch TV for a while. Daniel went to a closet and got out extra blankets for Teague and threw them at him before heading to bed.

Teague was sleeping with his face wedged into the joint between the arm and the back of the sofa sound asleep. He opened his eyes, was it a noise? Laying there seeing only the fabric of the couch he listened. Knock, knock, knock, resonated from the door, very loudly and with force. Teague bolted upright, his blanket covering half of his head. The knock came again, he jumped up, looking around not sure what to do.

Looking back at the door he called out, “Who is it?”

After a brief pause came the reply, “Agent Richard Folsom with the FBI.”

Teague’s mouth fell open and it took a conscious effort on his part not to **** on himself. For a moment he didn’t know what to do, quickly crossing the room he pulled his pistol from his bag and checked the action. Moving back to the door he looked through the peep, there were two men outside. That struck him as odd, if the FBI knew he was there they would send the same SRT team to kick in the door as they did everyone else.

“What do you need?” Teague called out.

“Is Daniel here?”

Teague jerked his head back, looking at the door. Daniel, they wanted Daniel? “Uh, yeah, let me get him.”

Teague headed for Daniel’s room, stopping by the bathroom he shoved his pistol into the center of a stack of towels on a shelf over the toilet, then went to opened Daniel’s door and opened it, Daniel and Christy were laying there, and Christy slept commando.

“Dude, the FBI’s here.”

Daniel was asleep when the door opened, all he heard was FBI and here. Sitting up in the bed rubbing his eyes he asked, “What, who?”

Teague was half leaning into the dark room holding onto the doorknob, “The FBI is at the door asking for you.”

“What, the FBI, for what?” Daniel asked as he got out of bed.

“How the hell would I know.”

“What’s going on?” Christy asked as she sat up, covering herself with a sheet.

“The FBI’s here babe.” Daniel said.

“The FBI, for what, what’s going on?”

“I don’t know.”

The knock sounded from the door again. Teague looked over his shoulder, “Dude, you better go find out what they want.”

“Yeah, I’m going, I’m going”, Daniel said as he pulled on a pair of shorts.

“I’m gonna grab a shower.” Teague said as he headed for the bathroom.

Daniel walked past him and headed for the living room as Teague went into the bathroom. Closing the door Teague leaned against the door trying not to lose it, looking at the stack of towels he reached in and pulled the pistol out, looking at it. Looking around the bathroom he knew he had to find a place to hide but still have it handy. The obvious places would be searched and he about to just stick it under the sink when his eyes fell on the toilet.

Gently taking the cover off the tank he laid his Rock River 1911 into the bottom and replaced the cover. He quickly turned on the water, making it exceptionally hot and got into the shower. He was so nervous all he could do was stand there and stare at the curtain in the direction of the door.
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unseenone
05-13-2013, 10:26 AM
Daniel turned on a lamp by the sofa as he headed for the door, the looked through the peep. Two men in blue windbreakers with FBI in yellow letters were standing there, obviously annoyed. They looked up simultaneously as he opened the door.

“Sorry, I was still asleep.” Daniel said.

“I’m Richard Folsom, this Chris Collins, can we come in?”

Daniel rubbed the back of his neck, “What’s this about?”

“What happened at the bank yesterday.”

“Oh, that, yeah, come on in.”

The two men followed him in, Daniel flopped onto the sofa, threw his feet out on the coffee table and crossed his arms over his chest. Agent Folsom took a seat in the chair, the other one just stood there looking around.

“Who else is here?” Agent Collins asked.

Daniel looked back over the sofa, “Yeah, my girlfriend an my cousin.”

Agent Collins looked back towards the bedroom, “Where are they?”

“She’s back there, I think he’s in the shower, so what can I help you guys with?”

Agent Folsom set out a notepad on the table and flipped through some pages for a moment looking at the notes intently. Looking up he asked Daniel to tell him what happened.

“I guess you’re asking about the shooting?”

“That’d be a good place to start.” Folsom said with a nod.

Before Daniel could start Christy came out and sat down on the sofa, moving away the blankets Teague had left scattered over around. Daniel looked her, then back to the agents.

“This is my girlfriend, Christy.”

The two agents nodded, she smiled and looked at Daniel, “What’s going on?”

“Daniel’s about to tell us.” Collins said, everyone in the room looked at Daniel.

He went on to describe the events on the roof of the garage, the molitov cocktails, the man with the rifle, the shooting of the two officers and finally of the LT with the APD asking for their help. When he finished he was leaning forward on his elbows looking at the table. Agent Folsom took notes as he spoke and flipped through the notebook he relayed the story.

“You shot someone?” Christy asked with a little shock.

Without looking up from the notebook Folsom asked, “Who fired first?”

The question caught Daniel off guard, “Uh, the guy with the AK.”

Looking up Folsom asked, “No, you or Bob?”

Daniel fell back into the sofa, letting out a huff, “Um, I think I did, Bob was on the phone with the cop.”
Folsom nodded his head, flipped through the notebook, made a note on another page then closed the book. “Well, your story lines up with Bob’s.”

“Am I in trouble or something?” Daniel asked.

“I don’t see any problems right now, you guys were backing up the police at their request so you’re good for now.”

“He’s taking an awful long shower isn’t he?” Agent Collins said, stepping towards the hallway to the bathroom,

Daniel and Christy both looked back towards him, “I guess.” Daniel said.

“Why don’t you check on him.” Collins said.

Daniel shrugged and stood up and headed for the bathroom. He rapped on the door, “Hey man, you still alive in there?”

The door jerked open, Daniel jumped back a bit, bumping into Collins who was standing very close behind him. Teague stood there with a towel wrapped around his waist, drying his hair with another.

“What’s up?” Teague asked.

“Ah, nuthin’, just wanted to make sure you didn’t drowned.” Daniel said as he headed back to the sofa.

Teague followed him into the livingroom with agent Collins right behind him. Teague went to his bag in the corner and bent over, opening it up. When he bent over his towel fell to the floor. Christy let out a little giggle. Teague looked back at the agents who were not the least bit amused to be staring at his bare ass. Teague picked the towel and wrapped it back around himself, collected his clothes from the bag and straightened up. He held the clothes up and smiled, then headed for the bathroom to get dressed.

“I’ll be in touch if we need anything else.” Folsom said as he headed for the door with Collins in tow.

Daniel followed them to the door, thanked them for coming and said he would cooperate in any way he could. After shutting the door he could hear Collins, “That kid’s a smartass.”

Teague was in the bathroom with back against the door, leaning on the vanity for support. He was laughing so hard tears were running down his face, the only thing keeping the sound in was his hand clasped over his mouth.

***

With the building empty Gene took up his preferred post while at work, in his small office in the bowels of the building. He felt at home in the engineering spaces of the giant place. Sure it wasn’t like being onboard ship, but it was as close as he could get. Asleep with his feet up on the desk when the phone rang he nearly fell out of the chair, what was left of his tuna sandwich resting on his chest falling on the floor. After flailing about for moment to regain his balance he answered the phone.

“Engineering.”

“You awake Gene?”

“Am now Bob, thanks, what’s up?”

“I knew you’d still be here, you plan on going home any time soon, things are quiet outside right now if you want to bail out.”

“Nah, I’ll just stay here, no reason to go home.”

“Well, come on up to my office, we’ll have a drink.”

“Sounds good to me, on my way.”

“Say Gene, you still hiding that illegal .45 in your desk?”

“He he, of course I do.”

“Bring it with you then.”

Gene found Bob at his desk, one foot propped on it. In hand was the omnipresent cigarette, in the other he cradled a glass of scotch, only this time it was in a clear tumbler. Gene fell into a chair across from him. Bob leaned forward and slid the bottle and another glass across the desk, Gene quickly poured himself a little more than two fingers of whiskey.

Taking a sip of his whiskey Gene asked, “Why you still here, why not go home?”

“Same reason you’re still here, nothing to go home to. Already have two ex-wives, don’t need another.”

Gene laughed to himself, “Amen to ex-wives, mine divorced me as soon as I retired, so long as I was in the Navy and stayed gone a year at a time we were happily married.”

“Hung around to get half of that Navy retirement huh?”

“Yeah, damn bitch.” Gene replied laughing. “So what the hell’s going on around here?”

Bob laughed filled his glass and gave Gene a run down on what’s happened, telling him about the riot and the shooting. When Bob wrapped it up he dropped his butt into an empty cup on the desk and refilled his glass.

“Damn, you killed him?” Gene asked as he leaned out for the bottle.

“I guess, they drug him off the deck so I don’t know for sure.”

“Where’s Daniel, getting’ drunk someplace?”

With a chuckle Bob replied, “yeah, probably, I am.”

The phone on his desk rang, Bob looked over at, then drained his glass.

Gena.KY
05-26-2013, 06:46 PM
My thought is ....
AA has just been giving us little snips at a time & a long time between snips. That is the way I read it. If I had read it once finished, I may feel differently about it altogether. I'll get back to you on that.

Kailani Kealoha
05-26-2013, 10:58 PM
I think it would be best to stick to the GH series for now. It would be better to introduce it as a new series once this one has been completed.

angeryamerican
05-28-2013, 08:54 PM
I know this story posts slow, I just do not have a lot of time to write at the moment. I'm thinking of making a change that could change that though.

As for book 3, soon maybe. I got a lot of messages from people saying they were copying the posts and pasting them into a word doc. They do not realize that it is all copyright protected material, real copyright in the Library of Congress so it opens up some issues for me that I'd rather not deal with.
So we'll have to see, if I do it, it will be here and not on SB.

I probably will for you guys though, just wont make it public knowledge. If someone stumbles across it that's fine, mainly for you booger eaters.

Gena.KY
05-29-2013, 12:49 PM
Us booger eaters salute you!!!! We may even understand that you have a life....but does that stop us from giving you hell???? HELL NO!!!

unseenone
06-08-2013, 04:45 PM
reposted from SB original post-- thank you.


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unseenone
06-08-2013, 04:45 PM
Daniel hung up the phone and looked at Teague and Christy, “I have to go back to the office.”

“What, why?” Christy asked.

That was the FBI agent, he said I needed to back there and go over what happened.”

“Dude, you want to go out in that?” Teague said pointing at the TV.

They were watching the news and things in Atlanta were getting out of hand again. News of the shooting had found its way to the media who were now reporting on it, though they had it wrong. The story the news media was putting out was that the police had shot to rioters in downtown, there was no mention of the two officers that were wounded. This news set off the already unsettled masses in the streets.

Atlanta wasn’t the only city having trouble, cities across the nation were in the same shape, having exactly the same troubles. Several reports of exchanges of gunfire between the police and rioters were all over the news. The incidents of shootings of both police and rioters was increasing, both sides were escalating the use of violence. The fact that the banks were still closed, EBT and debit cards were not working and no one had access to cash unless they had it on hand was combining with the rise in violence to create the perfect storm.

“I don’t want to stay here, can I come with you?” Christy asked.

Daniel looked away from the TV, “You guys wanna come with me, it’s certainly safer than it is here.”

“I do, Teague, you coming?” Christy asked.

“Sure why not, let’s go see what the belly of the beast looks like.”

Unlike his last trip to the bank, this time Daniel wasn’t stopped by the police. There were plenty of them around but they seemed far to occupied to mess with the three of them. Daniel called Bob and told him he was on his way in, that he was told by the FBI agent to come back.

“Yeah, I talked to the **** too, I’ll be waiting on you, when you come in pull into the underground section, I’ll open the gates for you as you pull up.”

“Thanks Bob, by the way, I’ve got my girlfriend and cousin with me, they didn’t want to stay at my place.”

“The more the merrier.”

Daniel was sitting at the entrance of the garage as the gate rolled up when Teague shouted, “Holy ****!”

Daniel looked out the window, down the block to see a squad of riot police running before a massive crowd of rioters. The officers were in full on, every man for himself retreat. The three of them sat there transfixed on the scene. They watched as one of the officers was drug down by the crowd, like the slowest Zebra in the heard. He set upon by the swirling mass of people, it wasn’t long before one person held his helmet aloft, then other pieces of the riot gear began to appear, hoisted like trophies.

“Get your ass in gear!” Bob’s voice blared from an intercom mounted on a pedestal at the gate. Daniel’s head snapped around to see the gate was open, he floored the Jeep and was in the garage in a flash, the gate immediately began to close. The rioters were more than a block away, but Bob wasn’t taking any chances.

Daniel shut the Jeep off, though he couldn’t tell as the engineering space he was parked in was so loud it didn’t miss the sound of the Jeep. He was looking back at Christy in the mirror when there was a knock on his window. The sudden knock caused him to jump in his seat, looking out he saw Gene standing there, the broad smile on his face hidden with those whiskers.

Daniel stepped out as Teague got out of the passenger side, folding his seat for Christy to extricate herself from the rear seat.

“Scare easy?” Gene asked.

“Not usually, thanks for the effort though.”

“Bob was afraid you’d get lost, sent me down here to make sure you didn’t get eat by the hogs.”

“There’s hogs in the building?” Christy shouted over the din around her.

Teague started to laugh, “no it’s an old saying, went to do **** and the hogs eat ‘im.”

The explanation didn’t clear the issue for her, “So there’s no hogs?” she asked looking around.

Gene let out a laugh and led the trio through a door and to a freight elevator. On the tenth floor they changed to one of the public elevators to get to Bob’s office. They found Bob where Daniel left him, sitting at his desk, cigarette in hand. Daniel looked around the office, looking for the agent.

“The ****’s not here yet.” Bob said.

“What do they want, what are we supposed to do?”

Christy and Teague stepped into the office, interrupting Bob’s answer, he looked Christy up and down with raised eyebrows. He quickly stood up and offered her his hand, “Hi, I’m Bob.”

Christy smiled and introduced herself, then looked around the dark cluttered office. She was just about to sit down when the lights went out for a brief instant before coming back on. Bob looked up at Gene who nodded and left the office.

“What was that?” Daniel asked.
“Andy, what’s up?” Bob called through the open door.

Andy shouted his reply, “Power’s out, we’re on generator power now.”

Bob excused himself, to Christy and stepped out. “See anything out there?”

Soon everyone was in the outer office looking at the monitors. In full HD they were watching the chaos on the streets outside the bank. In the short time since they arrived the mob on the street had moved up the block, past the bank and were constructing barricades in the streets. More fires were now burning, piles of tires that threw up huge clouds of thick black smoke. Across the street from the bank buildings were being looted. Andy was panning the cameras around and the view on all sides of the bank was the same, they were completely surrounded.

“Hmm, this doesn’t look good” Bob said, then turned to face everyone, “we may be here awhile.”

“What do you mean by that?” Christy asked.

Bob pointed to the monitor, “You want to go out there?”

“Don’t worry, we’ll be fine here, they’ll get the power back on soon and the police will push them back.” Daniel said.

“How long will the generator run the building?” Teague asked.

“I don’t know, when Gene gets back he can answer that.”

The phone in Bob’s office rang, he stepped into the office and answered it, after a few moments he returned.

“Was that Gene?” Daniel asked.

“No that was one of the security guys, he said the folks outside were raising hell on the security shutters.”

“They can’t get in here can they?” Daniel asked.

“Well, I mean, it’s possible, but not likely.”

unseenone
06-08-2013, 04:46 PM
Ok guys, here is a piece. Bear with me as I am using that new software, this is the first piece of work from it. I think its going to let me get more done, it will get better the more I use it.

Bob picked up the phone again and called Gene, asking him to come up to his office, while not happy about the request he said he was on his way. While waiting for him they watched the cameras. The crowd outside was getting bigger and more riled up by the minute. The protesters on the street woefully outnumbered the police forces, they simply could not field enough officers in any one part of the city to make a meaningful difference.

“What’s that?” Christy asked pointing at one of the monitors.

Everyone turned to look at the monitor she was pointing at to see a Humvee sitting far down the block. On top of the truck was a large square on top of it. Bob told Andy to zoom in on it so they could get a better look. As the truck grew in size on the screen the object mounted to the top became clearer.

“It’s an LRAD.” Bob said.

Daniel looked over at him, “What the hell is an LRAD?”

“It’s a sound cannon used for crowd control” Bob said.

“What the hell is a sound cannon going to do?” Christy asked.

“I have a feeling that you get to see in just a minute.” Bob said with a grin.

Gene came to the door looking none too pleased to be back in Bob’s office. He announced his arrival with a loud sigh, it was obvious he did not want to be there. Bob looked up at him with amusement.

“Sorry to wake you Princess.” Bob said

Gene didn’t even crack a smile, he was not amused. “What do you need Bob?”

“How long will generators run the building?” Bob asked.

Gene rubbed his whiskers for a moment thinking, “I think it will run the building for about 36 hours under full load.”

Bob rocked back in his chair putting his hands behind his head, now he was thinking.

“What can we do to extend that time, just in case is needed?” Bob said.

Gene shrugged his shoulders holding his palms out as if the answer was obvious, “reduce the dam load.”

“Well there’s nobody in the building right now but us, was the biggest load we have?” Bob asked.

Gene thought about that for a minute, “I would have to say lighting is the biggest load.”

Bob let out a sigh, “damn turning off all the lights would take forever to do in this building.”

Gene laughed, “you want the lights turned off is that all?”

Bob swiveled his head around look at Gene, “yeah, that’s all.”

“Andy, move your ass in the music computer.” Gene said.

Andy swiveled around the chair and stepped out of the way, Gene flopped his ass in the chair pulled the keyboard out from under the desk, using a side monitor he opened up a program. Once the program loaded he’s will around chair look at Bob, “you want them all off?”

“We should probably keep some minimal lighting on in the building but I would like to have everything visible from the exterior turned off.”

“Okay, all exterior lights and all exterior office lights, that do it for you?”

“How will the cameras really see what’s happening outside once it gets dark?” Daniel asked.

Without looking from the monitors Bob replied, “we have both thermal and IR cameras”, Bob looked over Daniel and grand, “we can see in the dark.”

“Go ahead and turn the lights out Gene.”

Once all the lights were shut off Gene suggested they shut down two of the generators, with no more load than they had running one generator should carry it, though he would have to check the load to ensure can also run the cooling towers and chiller plant. Bob’s on the go take a look and see what they could do to conserve fuel for the generators, there was no telling how long the power would be off.

“Where’s that FBI guy?” Christy asked.

“From the looks of things outside I don’t think he’s coming.” Teague said.

All this time Teague was standing in the corner staying quiet keeping to himself, he was a little nervous at the thought of being in such close proximity to an FBI agent. Daniel and his hot ass girlfriend had no idea what you been up to, he wanted to keep it that way she could. Getting his family involved in his troubles was the last thing he wanted to do. But the war on the streets below them would surely keep the feds away.

“Yeah don’t think ****’s coming.” Bob said.

Christy leaned over to Daniel whispered into his ear, “who’s ****?”.

Daniel turned his head slightly and whispered back, “the FBI agent, Bob calls and ****.”

“Hey Bob, the largest load running in the building right now would have to be the servers and their cooling equipment, you think we should shut them down to since the bank is off-line?” Daniel asked

Before Bob can answer the phone rang, Bob palmed to the phone, “yello”.

“Bob you need to pull up the camera facing the east exit of the parking garage now.” The voice on the other end said.

Bob told Andy which camera to pull up, “why what’s going on?”

“You’ll see in a sec.”

When the video popped up they could see the large security gate on the screen, Bob leaned in tort the screen looking at it and said out loud, more to himself than anyone else, “what the hell is that?”

The voice on the other the phone answer the question for, “they’re using a saw to cut through the gate, some kind of chop saw.”

“Holy ****.”

“Are they cutting their way in?” Daniel asked.

“Sure **** looks like it.” Teague said.

Bob directed his attention back to the phone, “we cannot let them get through the gate.”

“Well what the hell do you want me to do about it?”

“I don’t know, but we have to stop them somehow.”

“Shoot the ****ers.” Teague said.

Everyone in the room turned and looked at Teague, he simply shrugged his shoulders and stared back at them, “what else are you going to do, if they get to the garage they can get into the building.”

Bob looked back to the monitor, “go down and bang on the door seeking to scare them away where watching you on the camera.”

“All right I’ll give it a shot, but if I get shot at I’m shooting back.”

They all watched the figure on the screen move towards the security gate as a steady stream of sparks spilled from it. There was no audio, just the sight of the figure moving towards the gate. He held a 12gauge shotgun up at low ready, when he got it again he banged on the balled fist, and the spark stopped. They watched as the man kicked the gate and it appeared he was shouting at it. Suddenly the security guard jumped ducking his head and pressed himself against the wall beside the security gate. From his actions they can only guess what was happening, he was being shot at.

Bob still had the phone, he could hear the man yelling he could hear what sound like small pops, then he heard and saw on the monitor the phone fall the floor. The security man took half a step away from the wall and began to fire his shotgun in the security gate. In what seemed to be too short of a time span he was reloading the tube on the weapon.

“Andy, give me an outside view of the door now.”
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unseenone
06-08-2013, 04:47 PM
Alright guys here is a piece. More to come tomorrow.


They all watched the figure on the screen move towards the security gate as a steady stream of sparks spilled from it. There was no audio, just the sight of the figure moving towards the gate. He held a 12gauge shotgun up at low ready, when he got it again he banged on the balled fist, and the spark stopped. They watched as the man kicked the gate and it appeared he was shouting at it. Suddenly the security guard jumped ducking his head and pressed himself against the wall beside the security gate. From his actions they can only guess what was happening, he was being shot at.

Bob still had the phone, he could hear the man yelling he could hear what sound like small pops, then he heard and saw on the monitor the phone fall the floor. The security man took half a step away from the wall and began to fire his shotgun in the security gate. In what seemed to be too short of a time span he was reloading the tube on the weapon.

“Andy, give me an outside view of the door now.”

When the camera view popped up the screen showed a body sprawled on the ground with something laying by its right hand. Bob told Andy to zoom in on it, the object rapidly grew in size, a Glock handgun soon filled the screen. Andy backed the camera to take in the crowd, they could see the guy with the chop saw, he was yelling and gesturing wildly. People were running in all directions.

Inside the garage, the camera there showed the security man pick his phone up, then Bob heard him scream into the phone, “They’re ****ing shooting at me!”

“Smitty, get yer ass out of there, we’ll secure all the gates behind you.” Bob replied.

“Oh my god, is that guy dead?” Christy asked no one in particular.

“Sure looks that way.” Gene replied.

Bob was still watching the cameras, the crowd outside was getting their act together, rolling a dumpster up to the gate to use as cover to renew their assault on the gate.

“Gene, you got anything we could reinforce that gate with, they’re going to get through the gate with that saw.” Bob asked.
Gene thought for a moment, sucking on his whiskers as he did. “I’ve got a couple of package chillers in the basement, they came in last week, with all this crazy crap going on we haven’t been able to install them, they’re almost as wide as the gate, though they are only about five feet tall.”

“It’ll slow em down, let’s do it, how many do you have?”

“Three.”

“Take two of them and stack them against that gate and put one in front of the other, when they get through this one and see the crates they may try the other, when they see another crate there maybe they’ll give up.”

“Why are they trying to get in here anyway, we haven’t done anything to them?” Christy asked.

“They’re ****ed at the world right now, no one can get to any money, those food stamp cards don’t work right now and this is a bank, the epitome of evil.” Teague said.

“That an Bob and Daniel did shoot one or two of ‘em earlier.” Gene added.

“We need to try and push ‘em back from the building somehow.” Bob said.

“Aren’t the police coming?” Christy asked.

“I doubt it from the looks of things out there right now.” Bob said.

“Hey Bob, when we were on the roof I saw a pipe for a fire hose, if we had a hose we could turn in on em, hose em down, maybe they would pull back.” Daniel said.

“That’s a good idea, Gene, you got some hoses?” Bob relied.

“Yeah, we got em, how many you need?”

“Alright, here’s what we’re gonna do, Gene, you and cousin here go move the crates into place, Daniel and me’ll get the hoses up on the top of the garage and put some water on the unwashed masses down there, Andy you stay here and keep me up to date.” Bob said.

“What about me?” Christy asked.

Bob looked at Daniel, “You stay here and give Andy a hand for now.” Bob said.

“**** that, this isn’t some stupid movie where the girl is useless and is the first to get killed, I’m going to help one way or another.”

Bob raised his eyebrows at her, looked at Daniel and said, “Feisty little thing.”

“More than you can handle.” Christy replied as she folded her arms across her chest.

“Bob, let me and Chrsity go up on the garage, you need to find your security guys and get them set up, plus you can keep an eye on things here and let us know what’s going on.” Daniel said.

“Alright, let’s get going.” Bob said.

“Come on Daniel, I’ll show you where the hoses are.” Gene said as he headed for the door.

Gene, Teague, Daniel and Christy took the elevator down to the bowels of the building where Gene was more comfortable. He showed Daniel where the hoses were stacked, then went to get his forklift.

“Be careful up there on the roof.” Teague said.

“Sorry for all the trouble man, guess you picked a ****ty time to visit.”

“Hey no worries, it’s a ****ty time in general right now.”

Christy pushed a Rubbermaid cart over and Teague and Daniel loaded up four lengths of fire hose on it, then Daniel and Christy headed for the elevator. Somewhere back in the mechanical space Gene tooted the horn on the forklift, Teague looked over his shoulder and turned to go find the fat man.

Daniel looked over his shoulder as he pushed the cart, “Sounds like your date’s waiting.”

Teague gave him the finger over his shoulder.

Once inside the elevator Christy leaned against the wall, she was biting her fingernails, a nervous habit.

“Quit, you’ll ruin your manicure.” Daniel said.

She paused to spit out a piece of nail or something, “Right now that’s the least of my worries”, she looked at the stack of hoses on the cart and gestured with her chin, “is this gonna work?”

Daniel looked at the cart and shrugged, “Dunno, but we need to do something.”

The elevator opened and Christy screamed. Daniel was leaning over the cart about to push it, he jerked his head up to see Bob standing there with a cigarette clenched in his teeth and Cheshire Cat grin in his face.

“Damn it Bob, you scared the **** outta me.” Christy shouted.

DMH
06-14-2013, 03:44 PM
YES!

Chili
06-25-2013, 07:00 PM
Great stuff as usual!! Keep it coming!!

Watch Ryder
11-09-2013, 07:19 PM
Has the ammunition run out unseenone?! :)

Killbox1alpha
07-21-2014, 10:53 PM
I know Angry is busy with going home. But I love this book so far and NEED MORE!!!!

MillenniumMan
07-22-2014, 04:10 AM
Soooooo......... You're deciding on a title?

MillenniumMan
07-22-2014, 05:27 AM
This is what half an hour of boredom at work looks like:

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MillenniumMan
07-22-2014, 08:10 AM
I'm really confused. :confused:

That's ok, we still care about you. :)

Looks like Unseen is putting a good story out, but it felt kind of.... incomplete without a cover.

MillenniumMan
07-22-2014, 08:18 AM
I thought it was Unseen. The posts are under his name.

Move over a bit, I need some room on the confused bench. :confused:

W.Lynn
07-22-2014, 09:36 AM
AA was posting Cry Havoc at the old hangout, it was getting copied here as a matter of convenience.

Jstwaiting
07-22-2014, 11:22 AM
More ?

Rockntoy
07-22-2014, 02:53 PM
AW Let them stay confused.

dangerdan
07-23-2014, 09:11 AM
I think he is ghost writing right now........all the rest of the story is invisible now ,but is still ....Haunting ......
You may soon get to see the rest of the story on the six o'clock news .:wow1:

DD

BTP
05-26-2015, 09:08 PM
Moar please. Bought the short story last week or so. Will you finish this one?

Killbox1alpha
08-29-2015, 09:20 PM
A.A, any chance your are going to finish this one? I really like it so far.

Killbox1alpha
09-14-2015, 10:50 PM
Knock, Knock?

W.Lynn
09-14-2015, 10:54 PM
Don't hold your breath, once the Going Home books started making money, they kind of became a priority. The big guy has a family to take care of.

unseenone
09-15-2015, 08:26 AM
This is what half an hour of boredom at work looks like:

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Just found this, don't know how I missed it. LOL Nice

MillenniumMan
09-16-2015, 06:57 AM
Just found this, don't know how I missed it. LOL Nice

I forgot that was even there.

IronWarriors3/354
10-28-2015, 12:17 PM
Finished book 6 the other day and was looking for something to read. Love the start of this one. Could go a couple of good ways. I would definitely be interested in reading it, but damn it I want book 7 too.

unseenone
10-28-2015, 01:28 PM
Take a look at Goingbush's section There is a link on Amazon to the Enemy on Home Soil book. It is based in Australia, and some of the US. It wasn't a bad read.

IronWarriors3/354
10-28-2015, 01:42 PM
Take a look at Goingbush's section There is a link on Amazon to the Enemy on Home Soil book. It is based in Australia, and some of the US. It wasn't a bad read.

Thanks I'll take a look at that one.