Freeways and Dirt Roads by Robert Boren

Author:Robert Boren [Boren, Robert]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: South Bay Press
Published: 2017-11-21T22:00:00+00:00

{ 10 }

Citizens United

J ules snickered as the intense stream of .50 cal fire cut into the line of Gaz Tigrs on the road.

“My God,” Shelly said, watching from behind Jules’s seat. Sparky was in the passenger seat manning the forward machine guns, taking out the few enemy fighters able to flee out of the ruined vehicles.

“Shelly, text to hold fire on mini-guns,” Jules shouted. “Save for assault on base. These done.”

Jules drove forward as she sent the text, pushing one of the ruined vehicles out of the way with the massive coach, clearing a space for the others to follow.

“Well, they obviously knew we were coming,” Sparky said. “And they knew what direction, too.”

“Yeah, that worries me,” Dana said from further back in the coach, M60 at the ready. “Seems like a trap.”

“We foiled it, if that’s what it was,” Sparky said. “Keep your eyes open. I expect an attempt to broadside us.”

“Watch for nail strips,” Shelly said to Jules.

“Yes, watching,” Jules said, glancing back at her. He made a right turn on 10th street, the Civic Center building coming into view.

“They’ve fortified it,” Sparky said. “See the sandbags?”

“Machine gun nests, no?” Jules said. “Shelly, text BearCat on my phone. In my shirt pocket.”

Shelly nodded and reached into his pocket to get it, locking eyes with him for a split second. He smiled at her, then focused on the road as they cruised past storage tanks and equipment yards.

“They think those sand bags are gonna help them,” Sparky said. “Are the other rigs hitting from the front?”

“Yes,” Jules said. “One pull up on Reed Way and lob mortar shells.”

“Who?” Sparky asked.

“Green coach,” Jules said. “Ted.”

“Good,” Sparky said. “Get ready.”

The four coaches pulled into the field behind the parking lot, all the mini-guns firing, splattering the machine gun nests along the back wall of the building. Then the BearCats rolled into view, joining in with their CROWS, hitting enemy fighters who were running for their lives.

“Look, some of those are Islamists, not UN Peacekeepers,” Sparky shouted, firing at them with the forward machine guns. Then there was a pop off to the right. The parking lot right behind the building exploded.

“Whoa!” Shelly shouted. “They missed.”

“Tell Ted he hit ten yards behind building,” Sparky said. “Use my phone.”

Shelly nodded and sent the text as Sparky fired again, hitting a Gaz Tigr that was rolling away from the building.

“I can’t stop that Tigr with this gun,” Sparky shouted.

Jules smiled and brought up the mini-gun, practically cutting the Tigr in half before their eyes, two of the other coaches joining in.

There was another pop, and the back half of the building exploded, glass flying in all directions.

“Nice,” Dana said, watching. “Look out, people running from the back door. See them?”

Sparky nodded and fired with the forward guns. “Get ready with the M60. My field of fire doesn’t go far enough.”

“On it,” Dana said, opening fire, the belt of the M60 chattering as she strafed the parking lot, dropping all the fleeing Islamists and UN Peacekeepers.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.