The Freedom Crusades

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This story of mine that's floated around in my head first started out as dioramas but then has evolved beyond what dioramas could represent so the story has morphed into more of a Graphic Novel.

I hope to self publish sometime next year. Two books The first will be called Genesis and the second Blood and Tyranny

I'm going to post some of it here in this thread. All the other threads attached to this section have been changed and re-arranged.

I was inspired to finally put this on paper because of the inspiration and push from you guys here, so I hope you enjoy.

Constructive criticism is welcome. Keep in mind I'm a writer wanna be.

www.thefreedomcrusades Is something I put together to try and market the project as I put the book together.

www.bloodandtyranny.com is for the second book

Here is a concept book I put together a little over a year ago to get an idea of how the images would look in print, the size, orientation etc...... I should have done a few pages in just text.





 
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THE FREEDOM CRUSADES
As planet Earth seems to be progressing into a godless new world order, the few remaining guardians of Liberty embark on a crusade to save our god given right to freedom

By
Rick Wheeler

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G E N I S I S

And God divided the light from the darkness. And God called the light Day, and the darkness he called Night

(Genesis 1:3-5 KJV)

C O N T E N T S

Introduction
1. Shock and Awe
2. Homecoming
3. One World Alliance
4. Revelations

Introduction

It’s September 11th, 2016 and the people of the United States of America have been dealt another shocking blow to its resilience. The President has been shot while giving a speech at ground zero. The city of New York has erupted into chaos as simultaneous explosions have rocked celebrations at Liberty State Park with the Statue of Liberty in the background where the newly formed Liberty Party members were gathered for a campaign speech as well as in Times Square where thousands were gathered to watch the President’s speech on the big screens.

How this will affect the upcoming Presidential election in less than two months in unknown, but with a tight 3 party race already complicating things, this will surely add to America’s unease as it ventures into an unknown future.

The United States is one of the few remaining countries that haven’t joined the growing One World Alliance or OWA for short, which expands on the concept of combining the multi-nation melting pot with economies developed by the EU and the international organization developed through the UN for a one world government. With promised reforms expanding the concept of an open society with the promise of social justice, the OWA has been growing and gaining membership ever since the President won re-election in 2012. The President and his Administration has been lobbying the American people that joining the OWA will allow citizens to share in all of the world’s riches. The Utopia the left has always spoke about. After 100 years of infecting the Democratic Party the Progressives came out and claimed responsibility for the President's re-election in 2012 and rapidly advanced their agenda of fundamental Transformation. Decimated from the election the Republican Party erupted into civil war ending with Tea Party candidates leaving the party to resurrect the Liberty Party instead of fighting a war to identify and replace the progressively infected Good Olde Party members as well as recruiting patriotic fiscally conservative Democrats who don’t identify with their party anymore along with most independents and the sane members of the Libertarian Party. Since the Senate back in 2013 removed the filibuster, the country has progressed into something that resembles something over in Europe rather than what America has traditionally stood for.

Can the U. S. survive as the free republic its founding fathers envisioned and created with its God given rights as human beings for so long or will it give in to the current days pressures and fall like every other democracy and be sucked into a new one world secular government? Only time will tell as the few remaining patriots for freedom embark on what will be looked back on in history as the beginning of the freedom crusades. Their battle cry taken from the Great State of New Hampshire is “Live Free or Dieâ€￾ and is steadily becoming the universal battle cry from brave freedom fighters across the globe.
 
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Chapter I

Fall 2016

Shock and Awe

“Damn it Chris get us the hell out here now, go, go, go, go!â€￾ Agent Mike Powers cried out to his driver and then followed up with a question to confirm their destination. “Do you know where you’re going?â€￾ Agent Chris Jenkins replies “ New York Presbyterian.â€￾ As they raced from the scene being tossed from one side of the interior to the other Agent Mike Peters sitting next to the President began to tend to the Presidents wound. “Ahh dammit, Steve get me the med kit, I need it now, ahhh. Come on, come on, let’s go Steve, we gotta pack this wound and stop this bleeding.â€￾ “Got it, here you go Mike.â€￾ Steve answered. Assessing the wound Mike asked “Chris what’s our eta?â€￾ We’re 5 to 7 minutes out.â€￾ Chris answered. Steve who was in the passenger seat received their approach instructions from the reception team at the hospital who were at this time unaware of the Presidents condition and needed an immediate update to make the preparations needed upon arrival “Mike they’re ready and expecting us, but they need his status.â€￾ With his initial assessment completed Mike described the Presidents condition to the trauma team awaiting their arrival. “Ok the Presidents semi conscious, with a single gunshot wound to the upper left chest just under the shoulder. He’s bleeding but not seriously. Looks like he’s got some shattered bones in the socket area. Mr. President, are you hearing me?â€￾

Speeding away from the 9/11 memorial the 3 members of the Presidents Secret Service Detail in an armored suburban continue to stabilize the President as the Presidential motorcade rushes to New York-Presbyterian Hospital which is the predetermined hospital because of its Level 1 Trauma unit in case the President is gravely wounded in an unfortunate event such as this.

As they closed in within a mile listening to the chatter in his ear piece Steve asked “Guys are you hearing all this? We might be under another full scale attack. Get your weapons ready. We have a Delta team meeting up with us at the hospital. This is going to be one fucked up day.â€￾ Agent Chris Jenkins who’s driving replied “One fucked up day!? Agent, I don’t think this ends anytime soon.â€￾ As they pull into the ambulance loading area Steve alerts the crew “Ok focus guys here we are, weapons ready, keep your sectors, expect contact.â€￾

Almost simultaneously as the assassination attempt was taking place an explosion ripped through the stage at Liberty Park overlooking the Statue of Liberty, where the Tea Party Presidential Candidate was starting to give a speech just as the President was finishing his address to the Nation and in the center of a crowded Times Square where thousands were gathered to watch the speech by the President & Vice President who was now running for President in the upcoming election.

“Dad! Dad! Wake up! Come on Dad stay with me!â€￾ Screaming out loud in the direction of the stunned crowd of supporters along with countless injured and dead, Jason Picket son of John T. Picket, the Tea Party Presidential Candidate is desperate to find anyone who can attend to his wounded father. David Miller, Pickets best friend and political advisor who was off in the distance to assess the event begins to gather himself rising up to one knee as he’s choking on the smoke that fills the air. He can see Jason leaning over what he believes is his father looking outwards amongst the chaos visibly screaming, but Miller can only hear them faintly over the muffled ringing in his ears. He would later describe the moment similar to watching an action movie with the mute on. Once he realizes what has just happened he jumps to his feet and starts running towards them stepping over dead bodies and debris that was just 2 minutes ago a stage with hundreds of people in front. As he is approaching his hearing is slowly recovering and the screams of pain and horror begin to fill the air. “Oh my god Jason we got to get him to a hospital.â€￾ Simultaneously a couple members of his private security detail that were waiting by their vehicle ran up to take control of the situation. Not wanting to use tax payer’s money to provide him with Secret Service security during the campaign Mr. Picket hired Tri-Star Security, a well known and respected private security firm comprised of former Delta and Seal operatives. The owner of Tri-Star Phillip Madison is one of the largest private security companies in the country and a close personal friend of John. This attempt on Mr. Picket’s life will not be taken lightly by Phillip and he will surely use all of his resources to help find and serve justice on whoever was responsible for the attack today. As the members of Tri-Star come upon the scene they immediately went into action lifting the candidate and moving towards the Humvee that has just been driven right up to the scene. Jason and Dave were in awe at how calm and collected the members were as they attended to the candidate and started to execute an exit strategy while they also assessed the death of 3 of their own who were right there with Mr. Picket as the bomb went off. True warriors and Patriots Jason thought to himself.

Things at Times Square were a little more chaotic if that’s at all possible. Just as the crowd witnessed the President being shot, 3 suicide bombers detonated themselves at different locations amongst the crowd. This act of terror was well co-ordinated. The first bomber blew himself up in the center of the crowd so when people started to run the second one went off. This caused the people headed in that direction to reverse course and when the third one went off at the far end of the crowd it caused people to run right into the people fleeing from the first two explosions creating maximum chaos.

As the Bailey family was standing in the middle of Times Square watching the President finish his memorial speech at the Freedom Tower Memorial, Mr. Bailey couldn’t believe his eyes as he saw the President thrown backwards as if he was a quarterback standing still and getting hit by an invisible linebacker who ran unopposed in full sprint through an offensive line. It seemed as if the whole crowd noticed the same thing as an eerie silence fell across the entire crowd. Just as the first screams of shocked people began to echo a tremendously loud bang and hot blast of air hit the Baileys throwing them into the people behind them as if they were hit by a giant snow plow. As Mr. Bailey who was on the ground realized what had just happened he instantly turned to look for his family who were to his right. Luckily they were just fine but like him stunned and confused. As he began to stand and make sure they were alright he couldn’t help but notice what looked to be limbs separated from their bodies as well as a number of injured and dead lying on the ground in the direction of where the blast came from with people screaming and running in all directions. Mr. Bailey then grabbed his wife and daughter “Come on this way!â€￾ he yelled at the top of his lungs and together holding onto each other began to run up Broadway when they heard and then felt the hot blast of the second explosion further up Broadway. Within seconds the crowd of people ahead of them began running back in his direction as if they were caught in the running of the bulls. Not wanting to get trampled they turned around and headed back where they came from. The sound was horrifying as the screams coming from the injured were as if hundreds of people were having surgery without anesthesia.

Just as Mr. Bailey was about to collapse under the shear shock of what was going on around him he realized he didn’t have hold of his daughter anymore and he frantically began to look for his missing daughter from side to side and then turning to look behind him he suddenly found himself staring into the eyes of his daughter who was standing still, frozen with fright, with people rushing by her, afraid of the thought that she might be running back into another explosion. Mr. Bailey instantly felt this incredible rush of energy and focus as the adrenaline began to rush through his veins. He stood firm looking his daughter squarely in the eyes, talking in that comforting steady voice she loved so much and asked his daughter Neve, “please come to Daddyâ€￾. Wiping the tears of fear away from her eyes spreading the blood of others across her cheek she ran into her father’s arms. Turning to grab his wife who was trying her best to keep calm for her daughter he pulled them in a direction perpendicular to the rush of people ducking into a local clothing shop where they noticed no one was up front and darted towards the back door which opened into the manager’s office where they found the employees huddled in the far corner. Closing the door behind them they felt an instant sense of relief and safety. While staring at the others he thought to himself, how long do they stay in there, what will they see when they walk out and then suddenly one of the employees looks at them and cried out “What the hell is going on???!!!â€￾ With a firm tone Mr. Bailey replied, “We’re being attacked again I’m afraid to say sonâ€￾ and then again in a much softer voice while clutching his family “I’m afraid it’s all happening again.â€￾

Back at the Presbyterian Hospital the chaos seemed to be less noticeable with the way it was being managed by the best in the world at managing chaos.

“Ok here we go Chris, the stretcher’s right over there. Steve, we’re going out on your side.â€￾ “Got it Mike, let’s make this quick.â€￾ Steve replied.
 

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The Armored Suburban came to a halt in one of the ambulance bays of New York Presbyterian. Steve quickly opened the door and get’s out of the way while alerting the medics on the status of the wound. As they lean in to assess removing the President Mike is informing them of the Presidents vitals.

As Steve begins to assist in setting the perimeter he notices the addition of Delta Operatives working the perimeter and immediate security. The enormity of the situation has apparently been raised a notch or two Steve thinks to himself as he looks off into the distance and sees an F22 scream past the city skyline. “ Sandraâ€￾, he whispers to himself as he thinks of his pregnant wife. “STEVE,……. STEVE,….. HEY STEVE, let’s go man!!!!â€￾

As the President is being whisked away, Mike overheard the President say something that made the hairs on his neck stand straight up. Looking back at the President and then at the trauma and protection teams that were bringing him into the hospital, they all gave each other a bewildered, but horrified glance. They all couldn’t believe what they were hearing. Is he just being delusional from all the trauma and medication or is something more sinister happening? Mike leaned down to verify what the President was saying. “Allahu Akbar, Allahu Akbarâ€￾ was being repeated over and over. Mike with his cell phone in hand nonchalantly started to record what the President was saying.

“Mike!â€￾ Chris shouted, “What’s wrong? Is he all right? You guys look like you saw a ghost for fucks sake.â€￾ Mike replied “Yeah, yeah, he’s stable, ok let’s get Steve, we need to brief the captain.â€￾

Steve came running up, “Ok their ready for us inside lets go.â€￾ Upon being escorted into a private office in the hospital their captain began to brief them on the situation and what was going on at 2 other locations within the city. Mike was having a hard time focusing on what was being said as all he could think about was why the President would be blurting that out. He knew he had to tell the captain, but then he started to worry about who he could trust. Over the last two terms the President seemed to put some questionable agents within the agency especially his personal protection team.

Over at the Statue of Liberty where the explosion went off at the Tea Party candidates rally, Tri-Star was speeding towards the hospital as fire trucks, police and ambulances were heading in the direction they were coming from. “Davidâ€￾ Jason asked “Is he responding?â€￾ “Yes he’s coming around. He’s lucky the podium and platform were re-enforced to withstand an explosion from small explosive like grenades or a small pipe bomb, but this was much larger. With no backpacks allowed up front I don’t know how something that big got through?â€￾ One of Tri-Stars agents in the truck told them they have the whole thing on video and will soon have answers.

The scanners in the truck were going crazy and then Miggs, the lead agent covered his ear to hear what was being said in his ear piece asking everyone to quiet down for a moment. He then told everyone he was putting the call on speaker so everyone could hear. The voice on the other end was Phillip Madison, Tri-Stars founder and personal friend of Pickett. “Gentleman I want to first apologize for what has happened. I’m relieved to hear John’s stable. After reviewing the video feed it appears the bomb was set off by a suicide bomber who apparently had the explosives sewn into his body. We should have caught this and I take full responsibility for what has happened. If you feel as though you need to turn John’s security over to the secret service I fully understand. John who was coughing blurted out “Phillip that won’t be necessary, I have complete confidence in you, I just feel bad that you lost some great men back there, cough cough. These people who did this are crazy, cough, there’s only so much any of us can do.â€￾ “I agree Philip.â€￾ David replied “Me too.â€￾ Jason agreed. “Ok then, well I need to tell you we weren’t the only targets today. The President was shot, but my sources tell me he’s alive, but in serious condition, but over at Times Square things went really bad. It looks like several suicide bombers blew themselves up in the crowd causing horrific carnage and is still developing. Because of this we’re not taking you to the hospital, we have another private location we’re taking you to.â€￾ I’ll meet you there.â€￾

Mr. Bailey heard the sirens first, he noticed them getting louder by the second drowning out the screams of horror by those who survived but were too injured to run for safety. There were screams from children calling out for their parents or loved ones to help in their time of despair. Some were not only screaming in pain because of their own injuries, but of the horrible sight of a loved one who had not survived and lay bleeding and dismembered. The sound of the sirens gave him an instant sense of relief that things were going to get better, they survived, unharmed. He turned to his wife and daughter with a slight smile and said “It’s going to be all right girls, let’s just sit tight until they come. The Store clerk replied “What if they come in and think we’re terrorists and shoot at us? We gotta get out of here now! Hell with you man!â€￾ As he started for the door Mr. Bailey jumped up and cut him off grabbing him by the arm. “Listen kid, you jump out there and start yelling you’re liable to get shot! Now hold up, I don’t want to stay here either, but let’s make sure it’s safe to go out there.â€￾

“What if we’re under attack, I mean someone shot the President and bombs went off here, what if it’s happening all over?â€￾ the female clerk blurted out. Mr. Baileys daughter Sophia started to shake and cry to herself repeatedly, “ I’m so scared, I’m so scared mommy, I just want to go home, I just want to go home,â€￾ sobbing uncontrollably her mother grabbed her and squeezed her tight whispering softly into her ears “It’s going to be just fine, we’re going to be fine baby.â€￾

“Hey, let’s check on line or a phone and see if anything’s been reported yet.â€￾ Said the male clerk. “Yes yes, let’s check replied Mr. Bailey. The female clerk jumped onto the office computer while Mr. Bailey and the male clerk gathered around. The news was showing footage of smoke rising and people running with what looked to be the Statue of Liberty in the background shared with images of the Secret Service carrying the President hurriedly from the stage to a waiting midnight black Suburban. “Oh my god! Oh my god! They blew up the stage where Adams was speaking too.â€￾ Mr. Bailey looking at the newscaster realized something else was going on as she was trying to finish her sentence but being interrupted. “Hey, hey turn that up.â€￾ Turning the volume up, the newscaster paused briefly raising her hand to her ear then looked at the screen and began to report; “We’re going to go live to Times Square where what looks to be the worst of the attacks today.â€￾ “Speaking over the Newscaster the male clerk says “What, what, the fucking worst of the attacks? Oh my god I gotta get the hell out of hereâ€￾ “Shuuuussssh!â€￾ The female clerk yelled. As they began to listen they all seemed to get drawn into the monitor where a helicopter view of Times Square revealed the carnage below.
 

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Before they could process it all, the screen switched back to the reporter in studio who looked as if she had a mosquito buzzing in her ear talking and listen along the way she began to describe the scene just beyond the front doors of that store. An image appeared on the monitor behind her going in and out of focus from a distance at ground level from Times Square of what looked to be someone dressed in all black with what looked to be a very bulky vest with a series of small oxygen looking canisters with small hoses and wires connected to the canisters. Wrapped around his neck was a sign hand written that read “sarin gas.â€￾ The man who looked to be Middle Eastern was just walking in circles around the dead and wounded mumbling something to himself, maybe a prayer to Allah to give him the strength to carry out his final mission, to unleash a deadly gas amongst the wounded and first responders at the scene which would all be caught on national television.

“Alright this is it man, we have to leave, we have to get the hell out of here, now!â€￾ said the male clerk, “it’s probably safe to go out the back door now.â€￾ Just as they were getting ready to leave they took one last look at the screen where they saw the suicide bomber drop to his knees. Mr. Bailey had a pretty good idea what was coming next. “Let’s go now!â€￾ Grabbing his family the group ran to the back door. The female clerk asked as the male clerk was about to open the door. “Wait! What if the cops are outside and shoot us thinking we’re terrorists?â€￾ Mr. Bailey walked up to the door and suggested they just crack the door open and softly call over any cop he might see, but just as he was cracking the door open they were startled by the sound of an explosion which sent shockwaves into the store shattering what sounded to be the store fronts glass. Without any delay they all pushed themselves out into the alley where they saw small groups of people who had done the same thing from other locations. Not knowing where to go people ran in all directions and the Bailey family found themselves to be frozen when the voice of the female clerk yelled out to them “Over here follow me, come on let’s go!â€￾ Not wasting anytime the Baileys caught up to her and followed her down the alley. Exiting out onto West 46th Street they kept running, knowing that once saran gas is airborne it can kill thousands over a large area if dispersed correctly. Luckily one of the fire engine companies dispatched to the scene was trained on how to handle certain types of terrorist attacks involving gas agents and readied their high powered hose and just as the terrorist knelt down and began to pray to Allah the hose operator took a chance and opened up the stream of high powered water onto the terrorist who instantly detonated the explosive meant to release the gas. The water instantly made the saran gas useless once doused with water putting an end to the horrible events at Times Square.
 

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Chapter II
Homecoming

Flashback to
November 2015

Razor 1 this is eagle, you’re clear to Rally Point Bravo over.



Copy eagle, we’ll be moving out on the south side of the Marker, over.



Copy



Ok Derek, let’s move out.





After a series of successful missions locating and calling in drone strikes on Taliban leaders who have been using Pakistan’s mountains as a safe haven, Team Wolfe Pack who are considered to be the Green Berets best recon team moves into position to be extracted from somewhere along the foothill of the Pakistan mountains. With this successful mission completing their tour they are on heightened alert, determined to make damn sure they all make it home for thanksgiving alive and in one piece.
“Eagle this is Razor 1 we have you sighted, move to rally point Bravo over.â€￾ Eagle then eagerly replied. “Copy that!â€￾



Thank god,


Four days later Team WolfePack was back at home after a year in theatre without the loss of a single team member. Derek Adams makes it home to Lexington Massachusetts where he makes it just in time to celebrate Thanksgiving dinner with his entire family.

Standing on his front porch looking out Derek thought back to a little more than a year ago remembering what it was like before he left and how things still felt normal. Derek remembered how fall had just begun with the welcomed relief from the summer’s heat where the annual transformation of the foliage from the many shades of green to the warmer blends of vibrant reds, yellows, browns and oranges was in full effect. He remembered the sounds of the local high school band playing blended with the cheers of families at the morning football games that could be heard in the faint distance as he was spending time taking care of the few remaining home improvements that needed to be done in preparation for the time he’ll be gone from home for the next six months or so. The American way, apple pie and freedom, you could smell it. Of course there was the usual polarization the country goes through during the fall election cycle between the two parties but this time it seemed a little more intense especially for just a mid-term election. With the Republican Party split and a new Liberty Party entering into the mix attacking both the democrats and republicans for abandoning the American people by choosing party politics and fundamentally transformative agendas over the people’s needs and wants from their representation things were going to be more cut throat than ever before in American Politics. There were the typical accusations from the left of how the conservatives want to kill grandma, deport Hispanic moms separating them from their children and reduce taxes for the rich or how the right claimed the liberals were all communists wanting to tax 100% of your earnings and turn the United States into a Communist style nation through fundamental transformation, but somehow things always seemed to get back to normal once Thanksgiving came around and bargain hunters flooded the stores on Black Friday.

It’s apparent though that things were different this time around and have changed dramatically upon returning home a little more than a year later. Its Thanksgiving today and earlier Derek should have heard the sounds of cheers and the band playing from the front porch for what was supposed to be the 100th anniversary of the high schools Thanksgiving Day football rivalry, but he didn’t. As he looked out at his neighborhood from the front porch Derek should have seen yards cleared of branches and leaves from the town-wide fall leaf pick up, lawns cut for the last time still groomed with festive fall decorations on everyone’s front facade and then there’s the Duffy family who would have their Christmas decorations up today, but instead what Derek saw were homes that were once well kept, now in some sort of disarray with leaves and branches strewn about on yards, sidewalks and the street. He could also smell the burning of wood one would normally smell at a lodge or from the occasional home burning wood for the romance and ambiance, but as Derek looked around he saw most of the homes that were still occupied with smoke coming from their chimneys, most likely for the purpose of heating their home instead of setting the mood and the Duffy family, well they had their decorations up, yes they did, but still from last year. They never took them down after losing both sons to the war in Afghanistan & Syria within weeks of each other just after Christmas last year. Great kids, All American. Derek was 5 years their elder and treated the two as kid brothers growing up. The parents were solid people, upstanding folks in the community, but now they barely come out of the house. Their daughter has assumed control of the family business as it was spiraling into bankruptcy. Derek hopes while he’s home he’ll be let in and could hopefully help bring some comfort from the person the boys both looked up to and wanted to be like. On the other hand though he feared having the door slammed in his face and scolded by them, blaming him for the deaths; “If it wasn’t for you our boys would still be hereâ€￾ is what he feared hearing. Either way, Derek was going to stop by. The Boys would appreciate it.

It didn’t take long; Derek thought to himself, he would have never imagined our country would implode so quickly. Derek and his team didn’t get much in detailed updates while on the hunt in the mountains and high deserts of Afghanistan & Pakistan for the new Al Qaeda leaders being kept safe by the Taliban. They’d hear of the violent protests at the usual places that the Occupy movement had protested, but before they could really digest & process things it seemed they would take on fire from a ridge or cave somewhere and have to forget about home and concentrate on surviving that moment, that day to hopefully make sure they were all able to make it back home in one piece. As Derek continued to take it all in he hoped he was going to wake up on the deck of the C130 transport over the Atlantic from one of his team mates slapping him on the face to wake up because they were about to land, but unfortunately not and Derek found himself thinking for the first time in his life that this doesn’t seem like home. This is not my America!
 

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Upon hearing the screen door open behind him Derek turned to see his mother approaching with that comforting smile on her face. “Junior time to come in honey, dinners ready.â€￾ Pausing, noticing the confused and stressed look on her sons face she took control of the situation as she always had being a military mom. “Come on in son, they’ll be plenty of time to talk about what’s spinning around in that head of yours. Everyone’s excited to be with you.â€￾ Derek replied quickly. “And I’m excited to be with them to,â€￾ pausing briefly, “your right, let’s go eat.â€￾ Putting his arm around his mom and walking back towards the front door Derek cheerfully says. “I’ve been counting the days for this meal and don’t plan on missing out on any of it.â€￾

For the next hour or so it was just like old times. Mom must have given strict rules to the rest of the family to just talk about the good times. There could have been a firefight outside the house and it wouldn’t have been noticed. God it was so good to be home, Derek thought to himself. He knew inside something was terribly wrong with the nation and instead of protecting some village nomad up in some godless mountain valley on the other side of the world who would just as well spit on your beheaded corpse, he felt this overwhelming feeling he was going to be using his skills to protect his family in the not too distant future. As dessert was about to be served with everyone in conversation the cheer was interrupted by the sound of Derek’s phone. The distinct sound of an air raid siren that Derek comically assigned to his chief’s phone number when he was being notified to call in which was usually followed by Derek quickly grabbing his things, kissing everybody and rushing out the door to only return weeks or months later. Everyone just stopped as if they were playing freeze dance. Looking at his wife he could see the instant fear in her face. Jumping up Derek excused himself and walked over to get his phone which was in the living room. As he turned the corner he was met by his 6 year old daughter Lily May returning from the bathroom, who already had the phone in her hand. “Here you go daddy your phone is ringing.â€￾ Frozen in his tracks he felt an instance of helplessness at the thought of having to rush out after only being home for less than 48 hours. Kneeling down he took the phone from his daughters’ hand. “Thanks sweetie.â€￾ Derek said softly. She replied, “Daddy do you have to go away again?â€￾ Derek replied, “I don’t know precious, let’s hope not.â€￾
Derek looked at his phone expecting to see the code words displayed in text “Games Onâ€￾ which meant “get your ass to base now,â€￾ but instead he saw the words “Happy Thanksgiving Gentlemen! Hope you’re all having a blessed day. Call in tomorrow at 0800.â€￾ Relieved, Derek let out a chuckle and followed with an announcement to everyone in the next room who were all still silent. “False alarm, just chief wishing us all a Happy Thanksgiving!â€￾ Mom then blurted out. “He always had perfect timing hasn’t he?â€￾ Before walking back into the dining room he bent over and scooped his daughter up into his arms. “Daddy’s not going anywhere, come on let’s get some apple pie and ice cream.â€￾ As he walked back in with Lilly May locked in his arm he kept the last part of the message to himself knowing something was up since he wasn’t expected to check in for a few more days and after a day like today 0800 seemed early to call in for something just routine. Somehow Derek thought again to himself that things in the near future were going to be anything but, routine.

After things began to wind down Derek took the opportunity to hop over to his High School buddy’s house that would traditionally have a few of their other friends over for a night cap and a cigar or two. This year instead of the typical 7 or 8 guys there were only 4 tonight, just those that live in town. The out of Towner’s just couldn’t make it financially and one hasn’t been heard from for a few weeks now. Petey was very political & always conjuring up conspiracy theories. He made it abundantly clear whose side he was on. “Hey Chapâ€￾ Neil asked, “anything new on Petey?â€￾ Derek interrupted “Yeah, what’s going on with Petey?â€￾ Dave Chaplowski answered “No clue man, he was really ratcheting things up just before the election and afterwards he’d been mentioning how guys he knew on twitter were getting banned left and right but not resurfacing as an alias as usual, then on Halloween I ran into him and he asked me about today and if you were coming home and that was it, I never saw him again, none of us, no one’s seen him since. No more calls, emails, his keys, wallet everything, still at his apartment, not fucking right man.â€￾ Neil chimed in “And the fucked up thing is, it’s happening more and more all over the country. People are just vanishing.â€￾ Derek replied “Whaaat? Come on you gotta be kidding me? Really, where’s Petey?â€￾ Chap looked Derek square in the eyes. “He’s gone bro, come on man, you’re fucking Green Beret, you gotta know what the fucks going on?â€￾ Derek looked back and forth at all of them and said “You guys aren’t kidding,â€￾ pausing, “fuck man, listen guys, if you want to know what Al Zaheri’s fucking porn collection consisted of I can tell you. You want to know what kind of bio weapon we stopped from being unleashed on half of Israel last month I can tell you. But, as far as what the hell’s been going on here, at home, I know fuckall right now. Guys, give me 24 hours and I’ll have some Intel for you, but right now you guys need to tell me some more of what you all have been seeing.â€￾ Derek’s friends basically gave him the particulars which all seemed to fit right into what he’s experienced in the civil war ravaged nations abroad, learned in classes on government takeovers and from some of the recent training they’ve heard from other operators and seen on the news related to civil unrest with local law enforcement. After about an hour of the onslaught of disturbing accounts of events over the last year Derek began to feel angry. They should have been made more aware of what was going on stateside while in the middle of nowhere, they always have in the past. Derek was pissed and when he got home he tried real hard to let it all go and not let his family see the concern on his face, but that was going to be impossible when he walked through the door with Mom and Sarah sitting at the dining table. Mom looked Derek in the eyes as he walked through the archway. Usually the rock of the family he noticed the sadness in her eyes as she knew where he’d been and most likely what was discussed. Both girls stood up as he approached, extending his arms he hugged each of them with one on each side and whispered between them. “It’s going to be ok, we’re going to be ok.â€￾

By the time 0800 rolled around Derek had already been on a 3 mile run, showered and fed. Alone in his study Derek grabbed his phone and called in to the secure line and was put on hold for a few short seconds. Then with his Tennessee twang Chief launched right into the call “Hey guys, how we all doing? Everyone replied with the normal response “Great Chief.â€￾ But you could hear the tension in their tones as they were all thinking the same thing. What the hell is this call about? Once roll call was finished the Chief started to talk and then let out an expletive. “Ah fuck. Hey guys, Looks like my phone wasn’t connected all the way to my charger and my phone is about to die on you all. I’ll be at the bakery in 2.5, call me there, click.â€￾ Derek couldn’t believe what he just heard. It was like being hit with a flash bang grenade, but instantly his training kicked in and he switched into combat mode. First he shut his phone off, and then briskly walked into his bedroom where his wife was slowly waking up to grab his pre-paid cell phone tucked in his jacket. It’s the first thing anyone who’s a member of the WolfePack does as soon as he gets off base after returning from a mission. An untraceable phone, not government issued that could be eavesdropped on. With concerns growing about the motives of the current administration, Special Operations teams are beginning to feel threatened as an increasing number of operators have been killed in action or mysteriously on base or at home. The media reports the odd occurrence as rising suicide rates due to the guilt they feel for being part of what’s been falsely labeled as the right wings death squads. Once Derek grabs the phone he then retrieves the phone number for the bakery from his contact list. The Bakery, that’s chief’s code word for The Shit has hit the fan and our lives and the lives of our families are in danger so you better call me back at this number ASAP. The location of the bakery is only known to the Chief and changes with each mission. This time it’s his sister in laws real estate office. Walking out of the house and into his garage Derek dialed and was put on hold. While he waited Derek began to pull certain plastic containers and back packs from a locked storage container at the rear of the garage. The families bug out gear and food supplies. He reached for his Sig Sauer P226 he keeps hidden in a false compartment in a cabinet drawer in his workbench and then walked up to the front of the garage to glance out the raised windows to see if he could notice any unusual people walking the neighborhood or parked down the street. Gentleman, Chief blurted out in a much more serious tone of voice from that he displayed from the earlier call, paused for a few seconds then continued “I don’t have a lot of time. This is not a drill. I repeat this is not a drill. I need you to Square things up. I’ll see you Friday, at base as scheduled. You all need to make a choice between now and then. Out.â€￾ And just like that the call was over.
 
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Rick

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Derek stood there in dis-belief that he just heard the worst two phrases he could have ever heard. “Going to have to make a choiceâ€￾ meant the government has finally turned and our existence was in jeopardy and the phrase “square things upâ€￾ was code for get your family the hell out of dodge to your already designated safe house and assume an alternate identity that is set in place with a complete set of alternate identification already tucked away in the families bug out bag.

Quickly Derek worked his way back through the house and upstairs into the bedroom where his wife had just slipped into his favorite set of PJ’s. Looking over at him she knew from the look on his face something was wrong. “Honey what’s going on?â€￾ she asked. Derek walked up to her running his hand through his head of long hair nervously contemplating how he was going to break the news to his wife who he knew was going to be horrified. Being the wife of one of the most elite special operations team members came with a lot of moments of anxiety. Only a strong willed & god fearing woman who loves her country could handle such moments and she was about to be tested as she knew the drill. “Babyâ€￾ Derek said softly holding his wife by the cheeks, “I’m going to have to make a choice and we’re going to have to square things up.â€￾

Sarah’s parents own a cottage along the water on Killdeer Island, a peninsula set in the northern corner of Webster Lake. With over 17 miles of coast line nestled in the forests of Blackstone Valley some 70 miles from home located where the states of Rhode Island, Massachusetts and Connecticut meet, Derek, Sarah and little Lilly May have made this their safe house. With the house owned by one of her dad’s companies it would take a while before they would track them there.

The Adams have been coming here in both summer and winter for at least 5 years now and have developed a number of local friendships with residents and descendants of who were also there for vacations with family. Derek would always make it in to town at least a couple more times a year for the hunting if he wasn’t out on tour.

Derek made one call while in town to his local friend George. Years ago before Lilly May, Derek and Sarah went out one night for dinner and a few drinks at a place called Point Breeze, a historic restaurant bar and function hall on the lake. While there they ran into some of the locals. George who was born and raised in town instantly hit it off with Derek and became good friends. Derek has only told George that he was an infantry soldier, keeping his Special Forces identity secret. “Yo Derek what’s up brother? How you doing?â€￾ George asked answering the phone. “Hey man. Doing good, just got home a few days ago and have decided to get away for a little while and come here.â€￾ Derek replied and George then asked “Cool man, listen we’re heading out to hunt in the morning you in?â€￾ “Damn right I amâ€￾ Derek repliedâ€￾ “Cool I’ll pick you up at 5.â€￾

It was a cold day of hunting. George who competes in archery decided to take his bow on this hunt. While waiting in the camouflage tent Derek struggled with how much info he wanted to clue George in on. Although Derek knew from the directions Chief gave them it was bad and he didn’t want to tell George something he might have a tough time himself keeping quiet, but knowing he was going to ask George to look after his wife and kid he had to clue him in to some of what he knew was potentially going to happen. “Listen George, I gotta clue you in on something, well a few things actually.â€￾ George replied, “Sure man, what’s up?â€￾ “Listen George I have to have your word you’ll keep this between us, I mean our lives and the lives of our families, and mine especially count on it.â€￾ George answered “Derek, I consider you a close friend so mum’s the word, but dude you’re freaking me out, go ahead, hit me.â€￾ Derek took a deep breath and continued. “Ok well first off I’m not infantry, I’m Green Beret, which alone if it got out could jeopardize my family. We still good?â€￾ George quickly replied “Yeah, yeah no man I got it, I understand. Wow though, that’s balls dude, damn you’re a real action hero aye?â€￾ “Easy now or I’ll blade you right here, real quiet like, let you bleed out.â€￾ Both started to laugh but Derek quickly brought things back into context. “Yeah well it looks like I’m going to be heading out sooner than I was supposed to. Something’s not right here at home bro. I won’t know till I’m back at camp but it was serious enough for my chief to give our squad the code words to get our families out of dodge and made safe before we are to return next week about 2 weeks ahead of time just after being gone for a fucking year.â€￾ After a short pause George asked “Derek yeah that’s a shit load to process right now.â€￾ Derek continued “I know, I know but I felt of all people I could trust it’s you. Once I know what’s going on I’ll clue you in. Check in with Sarah every couple of days or so. Go there, no phone calls. Before I head out I’m going to get you a prepaid phone because I’ll eventually call you.â€￾ George answered “No problem Derek, I gotcha back bro. Damn man, do you have any idea what could be going on? A nuke? An attack?â€￾ Derek replied “I wish I knew George, I’ve been up in the middle of nowhere chasing bad guys, not being told shit. From what my buds at home have been telling me you guys seem to know more than I do.â€￾ George followed with “I know Derek it’s getting crazy, I mean I’m a teacher I still have my job, but a lot of people are losing their jobs, crimes up, states are really talking about seceding now, the governments building these damn Residential Centers and there are those Fusion Centers popping up around the country and the gun ban bullshit that their trying to pass it’s like they’re trying to get us to fire first starting a civil war so they can declare martial law or some shit. I don’t know Derek; I was kind of hoping you knew something.â€￾ Derek responded “No man I knew some basic shit about these things but we were being told it was just the freaks in DC wanting to prepare for an economic collapse but not a takeover.â€￾ George then asked “If someone was going to try and take us over who would it be and why?â€￾ Derek was about to answer when he saw movement out of the corner of his eye. He instantly went into combat mode. Giving the universal sign for quiet, George looked at Derek in a whole new way. Mesmerized by the intense look on Derek’s face George now saw Derek as a ruthless calculated killer. Playing it up Derek started to give George all kinds of hand signals and after seeing the puzzled look on Georges face he busted up laughing and of course the deer took off at the sound of Derek’s cackling. George blurted out “Hey, you scared off the deer!â€￾ Derek replied “Yeah well its freaking cold out here, let’s pack this stuff up and head over to my place for a hot meal and a couple brews.â€￾ George answered “I hear that, let’s roll.â€￾ As they were getting ready to throw on their packs to head out George gave Derek a stinging shot to the right shoulder jokingly saying “And that’s for scaring off a winters worth of dinner!â€￾

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Monkeywrench

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I'll be honest, I haven't taken the time to read the story yet. It's intimidating and I just don't have the free time to dedicate to it at this moment.

The photos on the other hand, look outstanding!

I plan on catching up on the story next week.