Date: Fri, 3 Jul 2009 18:38:11 -0400
From: Gstrdr15 <Gstrdr15@msn.com>
Subject: ATTACK AND RESPONSE CHAPTER 7

Somerset Farm and Unit One Collaboration

Attack and Response

By; Jamie Haze and GhostRyder15

          This story is fiction, and resemblance to people places or things
is purely coincidental.  Persons under the age of consent, or living in
areas where this type of material is illegal, should leave this story
immediately, or, move somewhere else.

BEFORE YOU READ THE FOLLOWING CHAPTER, I would like to apologize for the
length of time between the chapters.  Spring of 2008 through last August I
suffered several small heart attacks (unbeknownst to me).  On last August
11th, I suffered a major heart attack, resulting in surgery and causing me
to spend over two months in the hospital.  I am finally feeling better and
hoping to get Chapter 8 completed much faster.  Thank you Peter for your
fine Job of Editing. I hope you all enjoy the following.

Chapter 7
Fuck With The Bull And You Get The Horns


Day Fourteen

Jacky groaned as he swam his way through the dark mist that ensnared his
mind and body.  He tried to move his head, but the sharp stabbing pain in
his neck stopped him.  Groaning again, he opened his eyes, the overhead
lights sending spears of pain lancing into his brain, and causing him to
scrunch his eyes closed.  He heard footsteps moving quickly from his side
and when he heard a click, he knew that someone had turned the overhead
lights off.  Slowly, tentatively, he opened his left eye, ready to close it
immediately should it be necessary.  Upon opening his eye he found only
enough light to know that what there was of it, came from a night-light on
the other side of the room.  Jacky heard the footsteps coming toward him
and gingerly opened his other eye, next thing he knew Jesse Stevens was
standing over him.  "How you doing buddy?"  Jesse asked in his soft voiced
manner, Jesse was very masculine, but when he went into his 'Medic mode',
he turned into a little old Jewish grandmother, only thinking about his
patient's well being.  "You want some water; you must be kind of parched?"
asked the good looking medic.

Jacky started to nod his head, thought better of it as he remembered what
happened when he first resumed consciousness and croaked out; "God yes."

Jesse smiled at the big teenager and picked up a pitcher from the bedside
table and fed several pieces of ice chips into the boy's mouth saying;
"Just suck on them buddy, let them melt in your mouth."

Jacky followed the Medic's instructions and having several more small
batches of ice placed in his mouth, drifted off to sleep again.

Jacky was awakened a little while later by the sound of his boyfriend and
lover's voice.  As he was coming back through the fog he heard Jap say;
"Jacky, come on Jacky talk to me wfaiwf, pleasth say something; God,
pleasth let him hear me."

Jacky opened his eyes and heard a low level whirring and hissing sound off
to his left and the continuing sound of Jap calling to him.  Slowly he
turned his head to look for the source of mechanical sounds, what he saw
was a machine that looked like a cross between a laptop computer and a
seismograph.  Except the seismograph had several more scribes than any he'd
ever seen before, each scribe was busy tracing a squiggly line on
heat-sensitive paper.

Jap's voice kept asking him to wake up, Jacky turned his head the other way
and tried to find his lover, he was the only one in the room.  He thought
to himself; "Was he hearing things, was that why he was in the dispensary?"
Not understanding what was happening, he made the first sound since
awakening, a long, protracted groan of fear and pain.  Japs voice returned,
only louder this time; "Thoc, Thoc, hesth in pain, I hear him groaning,
pleasth go helf him, I'm okay I theh ya, justh go thoo him and helf him
fleasth?"  Jacky stopped groaning as he listened to what Jap was saying;
"Jacky, justh relath, Jessthee's on histh way . . . . . ."  As Jap was
saying that, the door to the room opened and Jesse hurried to the side of
his bed.  Seeing that Jacky was awake, Jesse smiled and spoke softly to
him; "How's the pain buddy, you feeling any better than you did this
morning?"

Jacky tried to smile back at Jess, but even that hurt, Jacky knew better
from earlier attempts to not even think about trying to nod or shake his
head so he spoke in his dried out voice; "Doc, I think I'm going crazy, I
keep hearing Jap talking to me but he's not even in the room."

Jesse chuckled a little before saying; "Watch what I do Jacky."  Jesse then
clacked his teeth together once and said: "Go ahead do that."

Jacky not knowing what was going on followed Jesse's directions, then
asked; "Okay, what'd I just do and why?"

While you were out, we activated your implant, after taking 75,000 volts
from the cops' Taser last night, we didn't know if your unit got fried or
not.  We activated it when we got you back here to run a diagnostic on it.
The tech rep from the company that made them was kind of worried about it;
he thought we may have had to replace it because of you getting zapped by
the Taser.  The MI's are supposed to be hardened against EMP (Electro
Magnetic Pulse), but they never considered the possibility of someone
getting hit with 75,000 volts and 18 watts of direct current, or what it
would do to their implant."

Jacky closed his eyes and puffed out a breath of air he'd been holding in
his lungs during Jesse's explanation.  Suddenly his eyes shot open; "JAP,
is Jap okay, the last thing I remember was that fat son of a bitch
backhanding him."  Jacky sat up and was trying to get off the bed, all the
time groaning in pain, his whole body felt like a giant had hit him with a
flyswatter, not once, but many, many times.

Jesse took hold of both of his shoulders and as gently as possible pushed
him back in his bed, while saying; "Calm down buddy, you can't get up now,
you gotta stay in bed until Doc Davidson says different.  Jap's fine, just
a little worse for wear."  Jesse looked at him while he picked up a small
paper cup off the bedside table and handed it to him with a glass of water;
"Here, take this, its Percoset and it'll help ease the pain you're
feeling."

Jacky realized that Jesse must be right; otherwise he wouldn't have heard
him talking to him over his implant.  As he settled back in his bed and
downed his medication he looked up at Doc and asked; "How do I talk to him
on the implant, you told me how to turn it off, now how do I turn it back
on?"

The same way you closed it down, clack your teeth one time and it opens the
base channel, the tech rep said he was going to give a class to everyone on
how to use the other ones and how to finesse them."

Jacky clacked his teeth together once and said; "Jap, you there?"

Almost immediately he heard; "Jacky?  Is thath you Jacky, Goth I wath so
worried abouth you, are you okay?"

Jacky smiled for the first time since before he was `tasered' the previous
day; "I'm fine, I hurt all over, but Jesse says the pain will start getting
less and less as the day goes on.  How are you doing buddy, the last time I
saw you, you'd just hit a brick wall.  God, that scared the shit out of me,
all I could think about was trying to kill that fat fuck that hit you.  Are
you sure you're okay?"

Jacky heard a sigh; "Yeth, ahm phine, I justh hurt a withle bith from where
tha cock-thucker hith me."  Jap stopped talking for a few seconds, then
continued; "Dhamn, I feel like I justh got my brathes on."

Jacky started to laugh, then stopped just as quickly when his whole body
screamed with pain.  Jesse was next to his bed and looked on impotently as
his friend moaned, his normally ruddy complexion going pale.  Jesse gently
brushed the side of Jacky's face with the back of his left hand; "Take it
easy buddy, its going to take awhile for the pain to go away, but it will.
Jap's okay, don't worry about him, the Doc's gonna release him later on
today and he'll be able to visit with you, so just relax."

Jesse left Jacky for a few minutes, ostensibly to refill his water pitcher
with ice, but in actuality, he stepped into Jap's room to tell him to close
his implant down and let Jacky rest.  When he returned to Jacky's room,
Jacky had fallen asleep again, probably from the effects of the Percoset.
Jesse placed the pitcher on the bedside table and quietly left the room,
closing the door softly.

When Jacky awoke again, he saw Jap sprawled in the large EZ-Boy recliner,
head back, mouth open and snoring softly.  Jacky smiled at the string of
drool hanging from the left side of his mouth, his badly bruised mouth.
Jacky saw what had to be stitches starting at his bottom lip and running
about three quarters of an inch down towards his chin.  He then noticed his
swollen nose, both nostrils had blood clots readily visible inside them,
then he saw the major bruising around both eyes.  He felt fury growing
inside of him, he hadn't felt such a fury since the time he'd tried to kill
Launy Prince with Keeners Glock. Sitting up, a groan was force from his
lips, the pain was much less than when he'd first awakened, but it was
still there.  Slowly he got his feet on the floor and stood up and a sudden
wave of dizziness overcame him.  He had to brace himself on the edge of the
bed for over a minute before it faded.  Slowly he straightened his body and
with small steps, made his way over to the recliner holding his small,
damaged lover.  He fixated on Jap as he walked toward him not even
realizing when the leads from the electronic monitors pulled free from his
body or the tube from the I.V. bag jerked out of the shunt in his elbow.
As he approached the recliner, he was hit by another wave of dizziness and
stumbled into the arm of the chair, jarring it.  As he stood there trying
to recover from the dizziness, Japs' eyes opened.  Seeing Jacky standing
alongside him Jap gasped at the pale features of his boyfriend.  He leaped
up from the chair and grabbed Jacky around the waist to steady him, before
he could say anything the door burst open and Doctor Davidson followed
closely by Jesse rushed into the room.  Between the three of them, they
were able to get Jacky back in his bed.  While the Doctor was chewing
Jacky's ass out, Jesse went about the business of replacing the I.V. in
Jacky's arm and reattaching the leads for the monitors.  Jap stood as close
to Jacky as he was able, while still keeping out of the Doctor and Jesse's
way.  While the medical types were going about the business of chewing
Jacky's ass out and rehooking him up to the surveillance and
I.V. equipment, the door to the room opened and James, Matt, Bucky Trenton,
John Wilcox and Evan Falconberg entered the room.  The newcomers stood
quietly watching Jesse work and listening to Doctor Davidson chew Jacky's
ass out.  When the Doctor paused for a breath James asked; "Hey Doc, do ya
think it's really good for his physiological well being for you to jump in
his shit like that?"

Doctor Davidson turned to face James before saying; "Damn it Jim, I'm a
doctor, not a babysitter."

The adults started laughing, as soon as James could catch his breath, he
said; "Anything you say 'Bones.'"

The doctor got a strange look on his face, but said nothing.  If looks
could kill, James would be lying on the floor, a shriveled husk.

Jap and Jacky knew exactly what James meant when he had called Doctor
Davidson `Bones'; both watched and enjoyed the original 'Star Trek' TV
show.  So they both started laughing because they could remember all the
times Deforest Kelly said something like the Doctor had just
said. Something like; "Damn it Jim, I'm a doctor, not a brick layer." Or;
"Damn it Jim, I'm a doctor, not a pilot."  Both started laughing, then both
tried to stop because of the pain from their injuries the laughing caused.

With the exception of Doctor Davidson, all of the adults laughed at what he
had said; finally the Doctor saw the humor in it and laughed too.  Once the
laughter was under control, Jacky asked; "So what happened after I got
zapped last night, they must have let us go, otherwise we'd be in the local
can?"

James was the first one to speak; "Bucky Trenton and John Wilcott have some
very powerful and influential friends.  The Police Officer that gave the
Doc and Jesse so much shit about seeing to you two last night will be
walking funny for the next month.  When the Police Chief finally did show
up, he was one pissed off individual, you know the old saying about 'shit
rolling down hill' don't you?  Well, let's just say that an avalanche done
enveloped poor Officer Timmons and his buddy Officer Mercer.

Evan chuckled before saying; "Those two don't really know how close they
came to going fishing from the well deck of the Sea Song.  I thought for a
second Herman and Hans were going to take them out right then and there
last night."  He thought for a second before continuing; "Maybe I shoulda
let them have their way. . .  No, there were way too many witnesses around
and it woulda caused more trouble than they were worth."

John Wilcott smiled at Evan; "You're certainly right about that.  If Hans
and Herman had let lose on those two . . . ahh . . . 'gentlemen,' I don't
think I could have gotten them off.  No, you did the right thing holding
them back, even if I, or should I say all of us would have enjoyed watching
the 'Dobermans' take them apart."

Jacky looked at the doctor and asked; "How's Gerry, he looked like he was
bleeding a lot when I last saw him?"

Doctor Davidson smiled back at the large teenager; "He's fine, he had a
three inch cut in his side, but luckily it was very shallow.  There's a lot
of small blood vessels in the area he was cut and they bled enough to make
it look worse than it was."

Jacky looked at the doctor and asked; "So how'd we end up here instead of
the town jail or Juvie?"

Doc smiled once again and said; "You can thank Mr. Wilcott for that.  When
the Police Chief finally got there, the first thing he did was jump in the
three officer's . . . uhmm . . .stuff, the fat one was still leaning
against the wall after his collision with Jacky's head.  When he was
finished with them he came over to me and started yelling about civilians
messing with his prisoners and for me and Jesse to get away from you two.
Jesse had checked on you and had started an IV and was working on the kid
with the broken hand by that time.  I ignored him and I think that pissed
him off more than anything else.  Just as he was reaching out to pull me
away from Jacky, Mr. Wilcott stepped between us and read him the 'Riot
Act.'  The Chief looked like he was going to punch him out when John said;
"Go ahead, Chief, hit me, and I'll have you in one of your cells before you
can fart once and shit twice."  After everyone stopped laughing at
Mr. Wilcott's statement, John pointed over to his son Mark who was busy
video taping the whole thing."  He paused for a few seconds before
continuing; "There for a minute or two, I thought I was going to have to
perform CPR on the ass . . . .  I mean the Chief after he had a coronary.
The Chief ordered the two officers who were still mobile to confiscate
Mark's camera.  As they went to do that, suddenly Hans, Herman, MacCarver,
James, Matt and Keener got between them and Mark.  James held out his hand
like a traffic cop and told them to stop where they were or there'd be
serious repercussions."

Jap looked at James and said; "Thewiousth wefercusthonsth?"  Jap gaped at
James for several seconds before continuing; "You acthuawy sthaith
`wefercusthonsth' to thath wedneck asthho?"

James blushed before replying; "Well . .  . . yeah I did, I figured he'd
pay closer attention to what I was saying if I used words of more than one
syllable."

The Doctor continued with his story; "Once again, the Chief was turning red
in the face, I figured they were going to need a new chief of police if
things kept going the way they were.  Just as the Chief was about to start
yelling again, a Florida State Police helicopter arrived and hovered
overhead for about thirty seconds before it landed about a block away in an
empty lot.  Two uniformed State Troopers got out and helped two men in
suits get down from the chopper.  It only took them about twenty or thirty
seconds to walk up to where we were. When the Chief recognized the two men
in the suits, he lost all the color from his face; he looked like the belly
of a dead fish by the time the four men arrived."

Bucky laughed then; "Charlie ignored the Chief and stuck his hand out to me
and asked me what was going on.  I had called him when we arrived there and
told him some of my people were being hassled by the local police for
protecting themselves from some local criminals."  Bucky paused for a few
seconds and smiled a very evil smile before continuing; "We go back a long
way, we had met about fifteen or so years ago and found we had a lot of
mutual friends and acquaintances, his family and mine were friends before I
was born.  Anyway, I explained what had gone on before he arrived and told
him how displeased I was with the local law enforcement agency.  Especially
the way they had mistreated a thirteen and fifteen year old boy when they
were both handcuffed."

James chuckled and said; "Yeah, besides going red in the face, I thought
the Chief was going to shit himself."  After everyone laughed, James
continued his narrative; "The Chief started spiting and spluttering and
calling us liars, Goddamn liars and Goddamn fucking liars.  Well as you can
imagine, Governor Crist got tired listening to the Chief' foul mouth, he
held up his hand much the same way James had earlier and told him to just
stand there and be quiet while he and the Florida State Attorney General
talked to his good friend Bucky."  After everyone finished laughing, James
continued; "When we told the governor and the AG that we had both sound and
video of the two police officers abusing you two, the Chief went pale
again.  The Chief turned around and pointed at the two guys who had done a
number on you guys and told them they were both on suspension and to turn
in their guns and shields."

Jap and Jacky looked at each other and smiled, turning back to James and
Bucky, Jacky asked; "So what happened next?"

Bucky answered the question with his meat-grinder smile and said; "The
Governor jumped all over the Chief on how the whole situation was handled.
Then the AG chipped in with his two cents about how the Blountstown Police
department would undergo a State Police and Office of the Attorney General
investigation as to how operations were conducted.  Plus similar complaints
or incidents over the past ten years would be re-opened to see if there was
cause for indictments against the Chief in particular and the PD in
general.  One of the State Troopers, a Captain, took statements from all
those who observed the situation after we arrived.  Plus we made the video
and telephone recordings available for them, and made copies that were
certified as `True Copies' by the State Police Captain, which we are
keeping under lock and key for future litigation."

Before anyone could say anything else, James' cell phone rang; "This is
James." He listened for about thirty seconds before replying; "Keep him at
the front gate, I'll be there in five minutes."  Turning back to the group
he said; "Looks like the `Chief' has decided to play hardball, seems he has
a restraining order he wants to serve on us.

Bucky, John Wilcott and Bill Henderson looked startled and then shook their
heads in disbelief.  Mr. Wilcott sighed and said; "Well let's go on down
there and tell him what he can do with his order.

James turned to the boys; "You guys stay put, we'll be back and tell you
what happens in a little while."

The Five adults left the building and got into one of the HUMVEEs and were
followed closely by Evan and the Dobermans in another HUMVEE that had been
parked in front of the Dispensary.  They drove off in a two vehicle convoy
toward the distant main gate.  Six minutes and thirty seconds later they
arrived at the barricade of the gate.  On the other side of the barricade,
the red faced Chief of Police stood by the open door of his tricked out
Cadillac police cruiser, obviously in a high state of agitation.

James and Matt walked up to the senior of the two guards on duty and asked;
"What we got going on here Corporal Teagarden?"

The Wackenhout Corporation (wholly owned by Trenton International
Corporation) used the basic rank structure as the military minus the
private rankings.  James smiled at the young guard as he told James and
Matt how the Chief had come bombing up the access road and then demanded
admittance to GhostRyder Base.  The corporal had been briefed on this
situation before going on duty and had asked the Chief if he had some sort
of paperwork, such as a search warrant or some other document that allowed
him entry.  The Chief told the young corporal he was here to serve a
restraining order and that he didn't need any other paper work.  The
corporal had then told him he'd have to check with the Duty Officer before
he could allow the Chief entry.

James nodded his head and clapped the corporal on the shoulder, smiled and
said; "Good job Corporal Teagarden, how bout you and the other guard back
us up while we're talking to this guy.  I don't want either one of you to
act in any way threatening, but both of you be ready in case we need you."

The two guards nodded and James and Matt, followed by the other adults,
approached the Chief with a smile on their faces.  Evan and the Dobermans
waited near the guards, standing out of their line of fire just in case
things went south on them.

Before James or Matt could speak the Chief said; "As the duly elected Chief
of Police for Blountstown, I am hereby serving you with a restraining
order.  Said restraining order prohibits you, or any person or persons
associated with you from entering the city limits of Blountstown.  Any
person violating this restraining order shall be arrested and placed in
confinement until such time as a preliminary hearing can be held."  The
Chief handed the order to Matt; Matt barely glanced at it before handing it
to John Wilcott.  John handed James four file folders, one relatively thin,
the others were about four inches thick, each.

James shook his head and chuckled.  Looking at the chief he said; "Well it
looks like John was right.  When he told me this would be the next step on
your dance card I told him nobody was that dumb, John laughed at me and
asked what I expected from someone who was `Dumber than a Box of
Rocks'. Well I guess you were right, John, looks like I owe you twenty
bucks.

Turning back to the Chief, the smile disappearing from his face he said;
"Your restraining order will be scrupulously followed, that means we will
not enter your town, that means that all transactions with anyone from your
town are terminated as of now.  No provisions of any sort will be bought
from vendors residing within your town limits.  In addition, no individuals
will be allowed to enter the incorporated limits of the city of Martindale
Florida.  Any individuals trespassing in violation of this restraining
order . . ." James handed him the thin file folder; "Will be arrested and
confined until a Florida Circuit Court Judge can sit a trial."

James looked at the label on the next file folder before saying; "This is
the City of Martindale's Incorporation paperwork theriousth ."  He
continued as he handed the Chief the next two thick files in sequence,
"This is the Environmental Impact Statement, and this is the City Charter,
it details the support infra-structure for the City of Martindale, you know
the necessary stuff, like the police force, fire department and other
necessary departments needed to run our fair city.

"Now I want you to get in your `Town Clownmobile' and get your fat, redneck
ass to fuck out of Martindale before I have YOU arrested for violating our
restraining order." James stated in a flat angry tone of voice.

First, the Chief turned red, then he reached for his sidearm, then he
turned white as he heard the MP5's the guards were holding lock and load.
He stood there for about five seconds before getting in his cruiser, he
then rolled the drivers side window down and said in a voice that could
only be described as a croak; "This ain't over.  You fucking Yankees are
gonna be sorry you was every born."

The Chief started his car and did a three point turn and burned rubber
accelerating away from the guard shack.  James clacked his jaws together
twice and immediately heard the Gunny; "McNaughton?"

James replied have the Unit go to Alpha Alert, full load out, Iive ammo.
We can probably expect some intruders tonight; "I want an adult with the
sniper teams and the deployed fire teams.  Set up a rotation for GhostRyder
Two five and Two Six to be in support, have an adult available as a
supervisor for each of them," James thought for a couple of seconds before
continuing; "Put Matt and me in the adult supervisor rotation also, Matt
for the armor and me for one of the sniper teams.  Go ahead and set up
their placement however you think is best."

The Gunny waited a few seconds before replying; "Roger your last, I'll get
it set up immediately, McNaughton out."

James responded; "James out."  Turning to the gate guards he said; "Thank
you guys; you did a good job backing us up."

Corporal Teagarden smiled at James before replying; "No problem sir, I grew
up in southern Alabama and been around his sort all my life.  Ass . . . I
mean gentlemen like him get off on bein' in charge and they don't expect no
trouble from your average city folk."  Teagarden paused for a second before
saying; "But then agin, all ya'll ain't your typical city folk now are ya?"

James smiled at the young corporal again, patted him on the shoulder and
got back in the HUMVEE, followed by the others and drove off.

Day Fourteen, Blountstown Chief of Police Office, 10:00

Officers (suspended) Bert Timmons and Tom Mercer stood before the Chiefs'
desk at their best approximation of attention while the Chief ranted and
raved at them.  Mercer still had a headache from when that young punk had
head butted him into the wall yesterday.  Timmons was still sweating over
the encounter with the governor, the State Attorney General and the head of
the State Highway Patrol, plus the chewing out he'd already gotten from the
Chief.  When the Chief finally finished detailing their lack of legal
parents, their sexual habits and the fact that their mothers did weird
things with small furry animals, he just sat in his large
leather-upholstered chair shaking his head before saying; If you wasn't a
cousin a' mine, Bert and you wasn't my best friend's brother, Tom, I'd
throw your dumb asses to the wolves.

Both Bert and Tom started whining about how it warn't their fault and how
that damn Yankee kid took them both by surprise.  The Chief listened for
about twenty seconds before he yelled; "Shut the Fuck up!  I don't care
what happened, you assholes stirred up enough shit to last us a year.  Now
listen up, cause if you fuck things up this time, ain't nobody ever gonna
see your useless asses again, and that there is a promise."

The Chief starred at the two of them until they broke eye contact and
looked down at the floor in front of his desk.  "Now that we understand
each other, this is what I want you to do. . ."

Day Fourteen, GhostRyder Base, Alpha Sniper Team Hide, 22:43 Hours

Jap and the other snipers had been in concealment going on four and a half
hours now, Jap didn't know what the others thought, but he thought it
sucked.  While it wasn't that hot (only in the mid-eighties) the humidity
was hovering in the mid to high nineties and that made things miserable.
The damn mosquitoes and other small flying and crawling bugs didn't help
matters either.  Jap was about to take a sip from his Camel Back when his
mastoid implant sounded; All stations, this is CIC, motion detectors have
sounded on the eastern perimeter indicating personnel intrusion.  Stand by
for further information as it becomes available.  CIC out."

  Day Fourteen, GhostRyder Base, Eastern Perimeter Fence, 22:43 Hours

Bert Timmons, Tom Mercer, Billy Bob Jackson and David 'Bubba' Garson were
using four foot long bolt cutters to cut a fifteen foot wide hole in the
eastern perimeter fence.  When the cyclone fencing fell forward into the
grounds of Martindale, they moved back to the two vehicles they had driven
up in, tossing the bolt cutters into the back of the pickups, they climbed
in them and put them in gear slowly moving through the gap in the fence
line.  Both of the trucks were equipped with eight high wattage flood
lights, four facing forward and four facing the rear, both had big high
capacity Warn winches attached to the re-enforced front bumper.  The
bottoms of the cab doors were three or so feet off the ground, this was due
to the heavy duty suspensions and the very large tires the trucks wore.
Anyway you look at it; they were redneck through and through.  The men in
the trucks were armed with M4 rifles (the shorty version of the M16,
configured to fire semi-auto, three shot bursts or fully auto) and Berretta
9mm pistols.  Their weapons were stolen from the U.S. Army two years
earlier by three locals who had hit a civilian truck transporting them to
an Army fort in Alabama; the driver and the co-driver were never found.

Bert Timmons drove the first truck south, followed closely by Mercer's down
the perimeter road that would eventually take them to airstrip and the
trailer village being used by the 'Boy Scouts', 'Summer Interns', or
whatever the fuck they were.  The Chief had told Timmons and Mercer that he
wanted them to raise as much hell as they could, shoot up the place, throw
some Molotov Cocktails and even shoot some of the adults if they got in the
way.  He wanted to send a message to the Yankee cocksuckers; you don't fuck
with the chief of police, at least not more than once without someone
getting their ass kicked.

Billy Bob was in Timmons truck and Bubba was with Mercer's truck.  Both
were third or forth cousins once or twice, maybe seven or eight times
removed.  No One knew for sure, no one cared.  Billy Bob and Bubba came
along cause they were told they would get a chance to kick some Yankee ass.
The fact that they were given a thousand dollars each and were told they
could keep the guns they were supplied with was just a bonus.  None of the
four men were strangers to killing people – matter of fact, all four of
them had hardons thinking about the possibility of them getting a chance
blow someone away.  Man or boy, it didn't mean a thing.  On top of that,
maybe they could grab a couple of them good looking boys for later use when
they finished shooting the place up.

  Day Fourteen, GhostRyder Base, Eastern Perimeter Road Alpha Sniper Team
Hide, 22:46 Hours

Jap had been armed with an M14 that was chambered for the 7.62mm NATO
round, Jacky was equipped with his Barrett .50 caliber (shoots the same
round as the .50 caliber M2 Browning machine gun).  Their hide was
approximately 100 yards from the perimeter road, giving them a clear 800
yard field of fire that they shared with the Bravo Team Snipers.  This
allowed each sniper team to concentrate on specific targets, as all of the
sniper teams were equipped with both the Barrett's and the M14's, they were
able to successfully attack both personnel and lightly armored vehicles
without causing much, if any collateral damage.

As the two trucks moved in to the kill zone for the Alpha and Bravo sniper
teams, the supervisor of Alpha team, James Bateman, spoke over the MI
network; "All right people, get ready.  Bravo take the second truck as
Alpha takes the first, remember people, we want them alive if possible."
Clicking off his MI he spoke to Jap and Jacky; "Jap take out their tires,
Jacky, if they don't stop blow their engine, unless they fire and get close
to hitting anyone, don't shoot to kill, understand?"  Both of the boys
answered; "Affirmative."

When the vehicles were in the center of the kill zone James said; "Take
em."  Jap fired a second later and the front tire flattened, two seconds
later the rear tire flattened.  Through the night scopes of both rifles it
was apparent that the driver was going to try and drive on, Jap and Jacky
could see the driver fighting the wheel to keep the truck going straight.
Matt lightly tapped Jacky on the head, two seconds later the Barrett spoke,
then spoke again, the engine of Timmons' truck exploded from the double tap
of two 700 grain .50 caliber bullets, causing the truck's hood fly in the
air and land twenty feet away in the brush.  As the engine seized up and
the truck ground to a halt, the driver's side door opened and the occupants
de-assed the vehicle, both moved to the bed of the truck and took up
shooting positions with long guns.  By the time any of the Alpha team got a
chance to look around, they found the second truck was stopped within a
couple of feet of the first and the two men in it were out and in firing
position just like the two from the first.  From speakers hidden in the
brush about twenty yards from the road, James's voice could be heard
telling the men to lay down their arms and that if they did, they wouldn't
be hurt.  All four men opened fire with their M4's on full auto, they were
able to take out one of the speakers.

Over the MI's James told the two sniper teams to show the men just how
fucked up their tactical position was.  Jap smiled to himself as he
replied, "Roger your last."  Using the powerful light gathering optics he
sighted in on the flood light on the front passenger side of the cab and
blew it away.  Working methodically, he blasted the other seven lights on
the cab.  This caused the men to start shooting again, more in the hope of
suppressing the incoming fire; you know, 'spray and pray'.  While none of
their fire came any where close to the sniper teams, it pissed James off
something fierce.  Turning to Jap he asked; "Jap, do you think you can kind
of just graze one, you know, to kinda get their attention?"  Jap looked
over to Matt and smiled at him before replying; "No problem sir, you want a
light graze or a heavy one?"  James chuckled before replying; "Light as
possible, I want these assholes to be able to talk to us afterward."

Jap nodded and resumed his shooting position; once he got his 'spot weld'
he studied all four of the men and thought he had a better shot at one of
the men behind the second truck.  At first he thought about shooting for
the one on his right and hitting him in the hand that held the fore stock
of the 'M4' he was shooting.  After thinking about it for a few seconds, he
decided there was two much chance that the round would be deflected into
the man's head.  He realigned on the man's left ear and slowly took up the
slack in the '14's' trigger, when the rifle fired, he quickly reacquired
his target and saw that the man (Jap found out later that he had put a
notch about an eighth of an inch deep in the edge of Billy Bob's ear) had
dropped his rifle and was turning in circles holding the left side of his
head and screaming loud enough to be heard at their hide.  James voice
could be heard over the speakers saying; "That was a warning, the next time
whoever is still holding a gun will have a third eye in the middle of their
forehead."

The four men all dropped down behind their truck and started talking to
each other; Bubba yelled the loudest; "Fuck this, I'ma givin' up."  He
stood and held his rifle over his head and quickly dumped it in the back of
the truck, raising his hands as high as he could he moved quickly around
the back of the truck and started yelling; "I give, don't shoot, I gi
. . ."

Timmons didn't even try to talk him out of it; he just stood up and started
blasting at Bubba on full automatic.  Just as Bubba went down, Timmons head
blew up as the seven hundred grain .50 caliber round that caused his
decapitation continued down range until it was finally stopped by a large
mound of dirt.  Mercer, and Jackson, who was still holding the side of his
bloody head looked at each other for a long second and started yelling
okay, okay, stop shooting, we give.  Oh Lord God, please don't shoot no
more, we give, we give.  Mercer threw his gun as hard as he could over the
truck into the field to the West of the truck and kept pleading for them
not to shoot.

James spoke again; "Stand up, move to the right side of the truck, stand
three feet from the bed of the truck, spread your legs wide and lean
forward placing your hands on the top of the sides of the bed.  Don't move,
you're still being tracked by our people and if you try to run or do
anything else that we deem hostile, you'll lose your right leg from the
knee down."

Just after James finished telling the two what would happen if they tried
to escape, the sound of a big bore diesel at full rev could be heard
heading to their location.  The lights of a HUMVEE appeared as the vehicle
came over a slight rise in the perimeter road, in less than thirty seconds
it slid to a stop in a cloud of dust about ten yards in front of the lead
redneck pick-up.  All four doors opened and five people hurriedly exited
the vehicle, two of which were armed with M4 carbines aimed at Mercer and
Jackson.  When Jackson saw the 4's pointed at him, he shit his pants,
literally.  John Wilcott, Gunny McNaughton and Gunnery Sergeant MacCarver
moved from the HUMVEE, staying out of everyone's line of fire to the side
of the pickup Jackson and Mercer were leaning against.  The Gunny and
Gunnery Sergeant MacCarver handcuffed the two and performed a search on
them.  They confiscated two M9 pistols, two five shot S&W hammerless
revolvers, one four-inch Buck knife and a seven-inch Tanto blade Gerber
knife.

After the search was completed, the Gunny spoke to the two rednecks; "You
have the right to remain silent, if you give up that right, anything you
say can be held against you in a court of law. You have the right to be
represented by a lawyer.  If you can not afford a lawyer, one will be
provided to you at no cost.  Do you understand these rights as they have
been read to you?"

Mercer was the first to speak; "Yeah I do, I want my lawyer, Elmer Gantry,
his office is in Blountstown."

Jackson, Said; "I ain't got one, so yeah, I want me one appointed."

	The Gunny, seemingly talking to no one said; "GhostRyder 25."
After pausing for several seconds he continued speaking; "This is the
Gunny, proceed to my location for transport of the prisoners'."  Turning
back to the men in custody, he told them; "You'll be taken to our
headquarters, the men guarding you have Tasers, if you give them any
trouble you'll be `tased', many, many times, and I guarantee you won't
enjoy the experience."

End of Chapter 7
Next; Sound Boots and Saddles
By; Jamie Haze and GhostRyder15