People's Republic by Kurt Schlichter

Author:Kurt Schlichter [Schlichter, Kurt]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, pdf, azw3
ISBN: 9780988402942
Google: bFQSvgAACAAJ
Amazon: 1539018954
Publisher: Kurt Schlichter
Published: 2016-09-16T07:00:00+00:00

11.

The Lexus turned over and hummed; Jackson had tuned it up nicely. The tank was full; the range read as 456 miles. Their packs were in the trunk, along with two extra sets of People’s Republic license plates. Junior held a thick, tattered paper map book Jackson had handed him. The cover read “Thomas Guide – 1995.”

“You use the index in back to find the page with the map section for wherever you are going,” Jackson had told them.

“My dad used to have one of these in his car, back before nav systems. Everyone did,” Turnbull had replied.

“It’s forty years old, but it’s still pretty accurate,” Jackson continued. “Obviously it doesn’t show the new names of the streets they renamed for being offensive or for PRNA bigwigs. And it doesn’t show the security sector walls or the gates, but other than that it’s pretty good. Best of all no one can trace you online when you look something up.”

They wore suits; Junior had selected a red power tie. Their new IDs were in order, with Level 8 privilege, a nice bonus. Getting that done, arranging for someone inside to make the changes in the national database, had cost plenty – all 20 gold coins.

“You ready for this?” Turnbull asked Junior, who sat in the passenger seat checking his Glock.

“I guess.”

“You know what you’ll say to her when you see her?”

“I’ll tell her I’m bringing her home.”

“And what if she doesn’t want to come?”

“She’ll want to come.”

“Hope is not a plan. Think it through.” Turnbull looked out the open window to Jackson, who stood wiping his hands. “Thanks,”

“Yeah, you’re welcome. Now forget you ever met me.”

Turnbull smiled. “Forget what?”

Jackson returned the grin. “Yeah, that’s right. Good luck. Don’t come back this way.”

“Never go back the way you came,” Turnbull replied. He put the sedan in reverse, backed out of the garage onto the street, and accelerated away.

They headed south to Wilshire and turned west. There was a little more activity in this area than in the others they had passed through. Some of the businesses were open and there were more cars the further west they went. Turnbull kept checking his rearview; nothing caught his eye.

Turnbull caught sight of a billboard featuring a beautiful blonde. It read, “I ESCAPED THE RACIST RED STATES. BE VIGILANT – THEY SEEK TO DESTROY THE SOCIAL AND ECONOMIC JUSTICE WE HAVE BUILT HERE!” Turnbull wanted to ask Junior if his sister spoke like a community agitator in real life – if so, they would need some of their hundred mile an hour duct tape. But he said nothing. Junior had obviously seen it and had descended into a silent funk.

The checkpoint was at Doheny. Three or four cars were lined up to cross into the Secured Zone. A cyclone fence ran north and south along the east side of the street. There was a sign reading “WARNING: AUTHORIZED ADMITTEES ONLY. 100% ID CHECK.”

“Guess they gotta keep out the riff raff,” Junior observed.

The gate was manned by the uniformed element of the PBI.

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