Vigilante: The Way West: New Beginnings in a Post-Apocalyptic World by Cliff Deane

Author:Cliff Deane [Deane, Cliff]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-11-09T07:00:00+00:00

Communication was vastly improved with the installation of the new radios, taking a lot of pressure off the LRRP (Forward 1-6), and the chopper pilots.

ROA TOC

17 October 0840

ROA TOC

The Road

“…in closing, Sir, judging from the rust and lack of tracks, due to rain, exiting the Motor Park, I would estimate that the looters were approximately two months ahead of us.”

Following the briefing, and questioning, Lieutenant Costello was excused; the Command Staff remained in session to discuss the possible ramifications of the unsettling discoveries at Ft Polk.

As the Sergeant Major was about to comment on the possible location of the Mercs, a knock on the TOC door interrupted him. The door opened, and there stood Jonesy replete with a tray containing a dozen hot muffins and a fresh pot of steaming coffee.

Levi said, “What, you brought muffins and fresh coffee? Well done; you are back in my good graces Dog Robber. Now, please tell us how you managed this wonderful surprise.”

Smiling now, Sergeant First Class Jones said, “Sir, I hate to admit it, but threats of deadly force were involved, and I must also admit that I am really rather fond of my stripes.”

Levi looked to Gus and the Sergeant Major, “Well gentlemen, do we have a consensus on Sergeant Jones?”

Both Gus and Sergeant Major Cobb recommended he keep his stripes for now, but the jury was still out to see how he performed in the future. The Sergeant Major asked, “Jonesy, did you provide the TOC duty crew muffins as well?”

Jonesy made a hurt face as he said, “Sergeant Major Cobb, do I really have to be asked such a thing? You know I did, and if my count was correct, there might even one for me.”

This caused everyone to laugh, which significantly improved the morale of the top brass.

Following Sergeant Jones’ departure, Levi said, “Okay, okay, back to business; Gus, please hand me one of those muffins and some coffee.

More chuckling…

“All right, let’s get back to work; if the Mercs travel at, oh say, ten miles, no make that fifteen miles per day, as an estimate, and that would put them well into Texas by now.

Our current daily movement is, give or take, thirty miles per day by following in their tracks. At that rate, we should catch them in thirty to forty days in the desert of West Texas or New Mexico.

My friends, I don’t think we could ask for a better scenario. If we can catch them in the open, with no place to hide, our Air Arm will decimate them in short order. The facts, or I should say, evidence that tells us they have no anti-aircraft missiles is very encouraging.

I just hope that they are unable to make better time on I-10 across that stretch of barren desert. If they can, we might not catch up to them until we get to Phoenix, and if they manage to beat us to Prescott, or Flagstaff, the fighting will require many more boots on the ground and many more casualties.

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