Terror in the Ashes by William W. Johnstone

Author:William W. Johnstone [Johnstone, William W.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780786020225
Publisher: Pinnacle
Published: 1992-01-02T00:00:00+00:00

the world, and all making plans to attack the United States. We’ll finish up in England, and it won’t take that long; probably “til mid-winter, and then we’ll go somewhere else to fight again. France, Hawaii.” She shrugged her shoulders. “Who knows? But by that time, General Jefferys will have hard intel that someone is planning on attacking America and we’ll sail back to do it all over again. We’ll clean it up again, and then we’ll sail off somewhere else to fight somebody else’s battles for them. That’s what Americans — and a precious damn few of her allies-have always done.”

Buddy stared at her for a moment. “So you think we’ll all be back in America by … when?”

“A year, tops.”

Buddy looked at his father. Ben smiled. “She’s probably right, son. Irish intel and the BRF told me that a few large ships pulled out of Irish and British waters before we arrived. Then after the invasion, more ships left. Right before we took Dublin, still more ships pulled out. One hit an old derelict mine and was sunk. The survivors told the BRF they’d been heading to Hawaii to link up with gangs there. So I imagine that Hawaii is our next stop.”

“Palm trees, coconuts, and hula girls,” Cooper said, having recovered from his seasickness. “Especially the hula girls. That’s for me.”

“Any hula girl that would take up with you would have to be mentally retarded,” Jersey told him.

Cooper shot her the bird and she returned it, twice.

Ben glanced at his watch. “Eight hours to jump-off time, folks. Let’s start inflating those boats and loading equipment.”

The trawlers carrying Ben and his teams reached their destinations an hour and a half early. By ten-thirty the teams were in the landing craft and preparing to shove off. And it was a good thing they were early. The seas were picking up and it was going to rain just about the time the Rebels reached shore.

“You’ll make it before it gets really rough, General,” the skipper called from the railing. “Godspeed to you all.”

“Everybody got their life vests on?” Ben shouted.

Everybody did. Cooper had two.

“Let’s do it,” Ben ordered.

The rubber boats roared off into the darkness, the rolling and swelling vastness of the sea all around them. Each boat towed a second filled with equipment that was lashed down tight. It cut their speed considerably, and they were forced to stop a half dozen times before they found the right towing length and could adjust to it. Then they were on their way.

Long before they reached the dark shoreline, the sounds of planes reached them, all flying in from the west.

“I hope one of those pilot-less bastards don’t crash on us,” Beth remarked.

“That thought did cross my mind,” Ben said.

Lights popped on in and around Plymouth and wild shooting could be faintly heard. But the shooting quickly died away as the planes flew on and disappeared into the darkness.

A light rain, no more than a drizzle, began to

fall. One by one, the lights on the shore blinked out as those in the small city felt the danger had passed.

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