The cool night sky was clear and
full of stars, as the small rebel force made its
way toward the rendezvous location in the Sauraton Mountains outside of Danbury, North
Carolina. They had encountered two wayward Army
vehicles earlier that evening alongside a rural
road in southern Virginia, and had successfully
ambushed the occupants as they stopped to answer
calls of nature. A silenced .22 short into the
ear of one soldier, and into the left eye of the
other as he turned at the sound of the first
muffled “pop,” had dispatched two of the five
troops.
The ten members of the Resistance
had then quietly approached the two vehicles
from behind, and suddenly opened fire on the
three remaining soldiers as they awaited their
comrades’ returns. Their bodies were
subsequently dragged into the brush alongside
the road, and the vehicles commandeered. A quick
search of the larger vehicle revealed several
wooden crates. Upon opening them, the freedom
fighters were elated to discover that the
vehicle was an ammunition supply truck,
apparently en route to restock the local
concentration camp at the former Hanging Rock
State Park outside of Danbury. Why else would it
have been on a secondary road heading south?
Tens of thousands of rounds of
ammunition for their AR15 and M16 rifles, a case
of grenades, an M60 machine gun with a crate of
belted ammunition, and several LAWS rockets
compiled the booty they had just successfully
looted. In addition, they had five more M16
rifles from the dead soldiers, as well as their
uniforms, credentials, and a collective one
hundred, eighty-seven dollars. They also now had
five sets of seventh-generation, color night
vision goggles.
“Looks like we hit the jackpot!” one
of the fighters said jubilantly, as he jumped
out of the back of the truck. “It’s probably
headed to Hanging Rock. We can either take all
this stuff, or keep some of it and take the rest
to the camp ourselves posing as the guys we just
popped. We might be able to do a little damage
from the inside to coordinate with what the
Commander has planned at the same time. Maybe
even take out a bunch of troops before they get
us.”
“That’s pretty risky.” someone cut
in. “We need all the help we have, plus more. We
don’t need any martyrs on this one. Let’s take
the stuff to the Commander and see what he has
to say. He may agree, or he may have an even
better idea. He didn’t reach his post in three
months by being incompetent. We can try out this
new night vision once we get off road too.”
“Yeah,” the first man responded, “you’re right.
Let’s head out then.”
With that in agreement, the now
heavily-armed guerilla unit continued on to
their rendezvous location with the addition of
the two military vehicles just outside the
confines of the park, which had become a
concentration camp for firearms owners and any
who refused to follow the rules of the system.
Like many other state parks during the Cold War,
it too had housed NIKE missiles, and the
underground silos and facility that had once
caused it to be the target of a ten-kiloton
nuclear missile, now served to imprison some of
the greatest assets to the Resistance.
The Hanging Rock Camp incarcerated
prisoners from the Carolinas, Virginia, parts of
West Virginia, and eastern Tennessee, as well as
a few political prisoners from Washington, DC.
It had been decided that a strike against the
compound to release the prisoners would be
crucial to not only adding to the size and
strength of the Resistance, but in gaining
valuable information from the political
prisoners. The psychological affect on the
Federation would be enormous too.
The vehicles turned off the road,
followed an old logging road through the
rolling, forested hills of Stokes County, and
emerged into a small clearing overlooking a
small valley to the east. The sky suddenly
illuminated with a brilliant white light as
though a bolt of lightning had flashed, but
instead of immediately flickering out, the
blinding light remained steady for several
seconds before slowly waning in brilliance. The
small group of fighters came to an abrupt halt
and exited their vehicles, staring at the
eastern horizon in horrified fascination.
Although too far distant to be audible, a
glowing, grotesquely-shaped mushroom-shaped
cloud was clearly visible, looming ominously
into the sky above the horizon. The cloud
rapidly lost its luminescence as it arose high
into the atmosphere, until it became invisible
in the night sky.
“My god, a nuke!” someone exclaimed.
“But where?” the man who had
suggested they try and infiltrate the compound
mused. “From that direction, it could have been
DC, Baltimore, Richmond, or even Philly or New
York. Too hard to tell.”
“DC.” a voice responded from the
darkness. “Right on schedule too. Hot damn, they
pulled it off! Thank the Lord above, they did
it!”
It was the voice of the Supreme
Commander; a thirty-five year old leader who had
been successful in gathering all the loose
factions of anti-government and racialist
groups, and patriotic individuals to join the
large, already-existing Resistance. If he knew
about it in advance and was planning this
operation to coincide with it, it must have had
strategic importance, rather than being a random
act of retaliation.
“Was it ours then?”
“It was. Most of the personnel at
Hanging Rock Camp will be bugging out for the DC
area now. So will a few others on the east
coast. The camps will be operating under a
skeleton crew, so we can hit them hard and fast.
We’ll take out their communications, get the
prisoners, and blow the mountain behind us if we
need to. We have members at the local school,
ready to head up there with buses as soon as we
give them the word. I don’t see why we can’t get
every one of them out of there and bring them
home.”
The Commander checked his watch.
“We’ll wait until morning for them
to get the essential personnel on the road, then
we head in. Those two trucks will come in right
handy too. Nice job! I’ll see to it that you all
get recognition from Cheyenne for that. There’s
no need to cut any fencing and try sneaking in
now. We’ll just roll right through the gate and
hit ‘em from the inside. By the time they
realize who we are, it’ll be too late.
“This, Ladies and Gents, is the
beginning of the end for the reign of terror our
government has been dishing out for the last
fifty years. From here on out, it will be
winner-takes-all. This is a full-scale war now,
and if we lose, so does every other free man and
woman in the world. Now, let’s go in there and
bring our friends and families home! We must
prevail, or we shall certainly perish!”
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