Part 18 (1/2)

Holt radioed to Barrett, ”What are we going to do with all of them?”

”I don't know. We can't take them; we certainly don't have the resources to deal with them in Mansfield. Besides, we barely have enough people to drive all these vehicles, much less tend to prisoners; there must be close to seventy of them. Let's get them lined up and I'll address them.”

The teams stepped out from behind their cover and corralled the prisoners, while Barrett paced along the line and addressed them, ”Usted es libre de ir, seguir caminando hacia el sur y no volver aqu. No luchar de nuevo, la prxima vez no ser tan indulgente. Ahora Go!”

The soldados and sicarios nodded graciously and marched past the teams in a single file line to the south, too afraid to look back. They knew that they would have shot the guardsmen dead as they lay on the ground, if the roles had been reversed. As the grateful men left, the soldiers under Barrett's command inspected their newly-acquired rides.

”Well boys, if you didn't consider yourself a guerilla before, you can't deny it now.” Barrett turned and said to Holt, ”Can your men grab the Strykers?”

”We're on it.”

”Good, let's double time it. I don't know if anyone else might be coming our way and I sure don't want to give these babies up.”

Barrett keyed up his radio before climbing into his vehicle and said, ”Dragon Warrior here, do you copy Cochise?”

”Affirmative; go ahead DW.”

”We've commandeered seventeen ERC 90s. We'll be following the Strykers out on the designated route. Do not frat us Cochise.

”Copy that, DW; thanks for the heads up. I guess congratulations are in order. If you can't get your own tanks, then just steal the other guys; is that how it works now?”

”I'll take anything I can get at this point, Cochise.”

”Roger that. You better get moving, DW; we're a few minutes out and closing fast. See you round the campfire tonight.”

”Affirmative, stay safe.”

The rhythmic Whoof, Whoof, Whoof of the helos echoed off of the rooftops as the four, Apache Longbows crossed the Rio Grande from Brownsville into Matamoros. Thanks to the successful strikes by Lobo and Guano earlier that morning, the four guns.h.i.+ps' mission was a walk in the park. If Governor Baker had not sent the F-5s to eliminate the Mexican jets, the choppers would have been in for a very tough day. Cochise grinned at the thought of the well-executed plan as he led his team of Longbows flew over downtown Matamoros.

Cochise, the commander of the air-strike team, had taken his call sign from the nantan warrior of the same name. Cochise lead the Chokonen band of Chiricahua Apaches in the latter years of the 19th century. The Apache chief and his warriors battled both the Mexican and American governments' intrusions into their lands in the Sonoran region of Mexico, southern Arizona and New Mexico. They mastered the art of the guerilla during their struggle against annihilation. The Mexican government often resorted to using American and Native American mercenaries against the Chiricahua, paying a bounty for each scalp they collected, regardless if it was man, woman or child.

The modern day commander was of Lipan Apache lineage, from the Devil's Backbone region in the central Texas Hill Country. The ruthless displays of violence by the Zetas and Gulf cartels against the people along the border reminded him of the stories he had heard from his grandfather. The acts of beheading, flaying and even scalping were becoming far too common these days for him. His contempt for the cartels and those that supported them was great. He loathed the depravity that they peddled, and he had seen what it had done to his own family.

”Alright cowboys, I want a quick flyover of the park to make sure everything was destroyed. Not a single tank is leaving this place on my watch.”

”Roger that, Chief.”

The Longbow was the most advanced of the Apache guns.h.i.+ps. The main contrast between it and other variants was the large dome that was visible above the chopper's four-blade rotor. The dome housed sophisticated radar that allowed the Longbow to detect and engage targets while it was hidden behind cover, such as trees or buildings. It also contained equipment that would allow multiple guns.h.i.+ps to automatically engage a target that had been detected by a single Longbow. Each chopper was also capable of controlling multiple UAVs from the air, affording them the ability to literally make dynamic, on the fly adjustments to the drones' mission over the battlefield.

As they flew over the Olympic Park, they engaged several vehicles that had somehow managed to escape the earlier bombardment unscathed. The ERC 90s were no match for the h.e.l.lfire missiles launched from the choppers.

”Excellent work. Now, let's do some real damage.”

They continued over the sprawling city and encircled the aging, coal plant that supplied the city's power grid. They targeted the towering, rusted structure that housed the plant's turbines and generators with the same deadly h.e.l.lfires. As the plant collapsed in on itself, the Longbows rolled away from the immense heat of the blast and regrouped, before continuing on with their mission. A spectacular ball of flames and thick black smoke rolled and churned skyward as the choppers disappeared to the south.

Their final target, the airport, was all but abandoned after the earlier loss of the F-5s. Apparently the staff had a.s.sumed that more trouble might be on its way, and they were right. The choppers flattened the towers, hangars and terminals with the missiles and then strafed the runway with the remainder of their a.r.s.enal. The nearly forty Hydra rockets fired from each Longbow peppered the solitary runway, rendering it completely unusable.

”Alright boys, we're all out of firecrackers; let's get these birds back to the nest. I don't think our friends will be calling Matamoros home any time soon, and if I'm guessing correctly, we'll be able to say the same thing about Reynosa in a couple days. But until then, thank you fine pale-faces for a splendid day on the town.”

Chapter 28.

William Was.h.i.+ngton, D.C.

He smashed his first cigarette of the day in the ashtray on the nightstand beside him and sat up in bed with a smile. Over the past several days, he could not quit smiling even if he tried; everything was going perfectly. He finally climbed out of bed and made his way to the tiny kitchen.

Houston had still been largely a success. Although one of the nuclear devices had been discovered and disabled, the second had been detonated precisely as planned. News had been slow to develop on the attack, perhaps because it had been so devastating. Hopefully there would finally be some updates.

William started the pot of coffee and sauntered across the room to a heap of wrinkled clothes that he had been robbing from over the past week. He had been so busy stoking the destruction of the republic, there was scarcely time for the more mundane tasks. He retrieved a pair of faded jeans and shook the wrinkles out of them before pulling them on. He dug through the pile of clothing for a moment before finally locating his favorite browns.h.i.+rt. He stumbled back into the kitchen while he pulled it over his head. William poured a tall cup of hot coffee and grabbed his coat and pistol, before trotting out the door.

He had viewed the city through new lenses over last few days. Perhaps it was because he was seeing the fruits of his labor. He had heard people begin to openly question the republic's ability to protect its citizens. Despite speculation on who had committed the terror strikes, no arrests had been made. He was sowing the seeds of discord and polarization. People were now beginning to blame the other. The other was a powerful motivator to action; whether it was left wing or right wing, minorities or majorities, the one percent or the ninety nine, people were now beginning to turn on their neighbors. He was clearing the way for hate. Soon, the poison would destroy the fabric of society, so that it could be rebuilt in a new fas.h.i.+on. So far, it was working quite well.

He gazed around the half-empty city as he made his way to Tonic. He admired the tall office buildings, the beautiful and historic churches, the old but majestic residences and complimentary architecture of George Was.h.i.+ngton University. He had a newfound appreciation for D.C. that he had previously denied himself. He chuckled at the thought.

He was content.

He stepped into Tonic and made his way through the empty establishment to his nook in the corner. The bar was warm and inviting, a welcome reprieve from the cold air outside. He ordered a b.l.o.o.d.y tonic and a plate of hummus and sprawled across the leather couch. The heat from the hearth felt good on his face. He shrugged out of his jacket and relaxed as he waited for his refreshments.

After the bartender delivered his order, he gave her a hundred dollar tip. One hundred dollars was not nearly what it was six months ago, but it was still better than what most patrons left. He balanced the plate of hummus and pita bread on his stomach as he kicked off his boots.

As he enjoyed his breakfast, he surveyed his surroundings. The rustic establishment was completely empty except for him. He grabbed the remote and flipped through the stations until he found a 24-hour news channel. He turned up the volume and listened to the marionettes' clueless commentary about Houston.

”Sources in the Pentagon believe the attack was committed by radical, leftist revolutionaries. Because the last several months have resulted in a ma.s.s exodus from urban areas, an accurate death toll is difficult to establish. Nevertheless, experts believe it may be as high as 150,000, with nearly as many injured as well.”

”That's horrific, Rachel; have the authorities been able to determine the location of the blast?”

”Authorities believe the device was detonated from the top floor of an eight-story parking garage. The location was likely selected for the maximum distribution of destruction. If the blast had occurred from ground level, more energy would have been absorbed at ground zero, but areas farther out in the blast zone would have fared much better. Let's go to our expert, Dr. Kahr, nuclear engineering professor from the University of California at Berkley.”

”Thank you Rachel, and you are exactly right; the only way the blast would've been more deadly is if it would have been detonated over the city, for instance if it was launched with a missile. As it was detonated, I would speculate that majority of the damages and injuries would have occurred within a three mile radius.”

”Tell us about the blast, Dr. Kahr; what happened immediately after the explosion?”

”In the moments immediately after, the expansion of gases would've caused a blast wave to form. The face of the blast wave would have behaved like a wall of highly compressed air. This wall could've traveled as fast as 800 mph.”

”What would this wall of air do to a building?”

”To put it in simple terms, Rachel, when the wall collides with a structure, it would be like if you stomped on an empty cardboard box, except that, instead of it being your foot, it would be a blast wave that would rapidly exert pressure on and around the entire structure.

Depending on the building, it may not be crushed. If it is a reinforced box, like an office building, the force might not be strong enough to crush it. If the windows and doors are either open, or quickly break out, then the pressures on the outside wall may have less effect, because of high pressures rus.h.i.+ng into the building, filling it with a balancing force.

One difference between a conventional explosion and a nuclear explosion is the amount of energy that is released in the form of heat. A conventional explosion may reach temperatures of only a few thousand degrees, whereas a nuclear explosion may reach tens of millions of degrees. This is important to note because of secondary fires that will occur from the extreme heat. Also, a majority of the injuries will be in the form of burns. As I tell my students, the symbol of a nuclear event should not be a mushroom cloud, but a devastating firestorm.”

”That is both fascinating and disheartening doctor. So, tell us about the nuclear fallout, where will the wind take it from Houston?”

”Relatively speaking Rachel, we are fortunate. Definitely coastal Louisiana, possibly coastal Mississippi and Alabama and some portion of the Florida panhandle. Once it crosses Florida, depending on the winds, it may go up the eastern coast, but hopefully the prevailing winds will disperse it across the Atlantic. I say we are fortunate because if this had happened somewhere in the Midwest like Cheyenne, Topeka, or even Des Moines, the fallout would've been devastating to some very densely-populated areas.”