The Last Air Force One (Black Autumn Companion Series Book 1) by Jeff Kirkham & Jason Ross

Author:Jeff Kirkham & Jason Ross [Kirkham, Jeff]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: ReadyMan Series
Published: 2019-01-15T22:00:00+00:00

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Dutch, his son Teddy, the supply officer, and two Air Force security officers stood together for a moment, regarding the racks filled with modern firearms. Given the critical nature of Strategic Air Command to the defense of the United States, someone had seen fit to arm the base security forces to the teeth. Unfortunately, the array of weapons did more to confuse Dutch than inspire him.

“I’m really, really wishing you had taken my advice and joined the damn Marines, Teddy,” Dutch said, half-jokingly. The three servicemen chuckled.

“Sorry, Dad. I’m pretty useless in this department,” Teddy apologized. “Everything I know about this stuff I learned from Call of Duty."

Dutch had shot guns a lot growing up on the slopes of the California High Sierras, but his father’s arsenal titled decidedly toward cowboy-style firearms. The scores of oiled, black rifles arrayed before him looked like movie props to Dutch.

“If I may, sir…” one of the Air Force security men spoke. Both he and the other security force officer were outfitted like Navy SEAL assaulters: camouflage fatigues, kevlar helmets and chest rigs with magazines, radios and other doo-dads sticking out in all directions.

“Please do. I would consider it a favor,” Dutch said, motioning to the racks of weapons.

The three airmen snapped to work loading up a rolling handcart for the president. They began with six, compact assault rifles, each with a chunky holographic sight on top. The men buzzed around the armory grabbing guns, ammunition, batteries, extra batteries; chatting it up like schoolgirls on a shopping spree at the mall. For a moment, Dutch forgot how deadly-serious this exercise might be. Even with America burning, it was hard to imagine he would ever defend his life and family with military hardware.

“Sir, how do you feel about this one?” One of the airmen held up a big, bolt action rifle with a hulking scope on top.

“If that’s a Remington 700, then I think we’re good to go,” Dutch couldn’t help but show off a little. When he was a young man, he had hunted deer in central California with a wood stock version of the same rifle.

“Excellent.” The airman beamed approval and loaded the rifle in the cart. “This one’s a 7.62, sir. I’ll grab a case of ammo for it,” he said as he darted into another room.

Finally, the supply officer brought out three crates full of hand grenades.

Dutch held up his hands. “I’m not sure grenades would make sense for us.”

His son shook his head, smiling in a parody of disappointment with his old dad. “If I’ve learned one thing from hundreds of hours playing Call of Duty, it’s that you never pass up on grenades.” Teddy carefully took the crates from the waiting airman and loaded them into the rolling cart.

“I suppose that means Javelin and LAW rockets won’t be required,” one of the airmen asked.

“No, thank you,” Dutch confirmed. “But I do think that night vision goggles and maybe some body armor could be helpful.”

“Absolutely, sir. That stuff’s next door.”

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