The Blackjack Chronicles
Harley Davidson motorcycle roared through the deserted streets bit of old and
un readable bits of paper blew around in its wake. The man atop the massive
bike was a large man his blonde hair was cut short but the skull helmet hid it
from view, his beard had grown out so it seemed his green eyes were like two
small gems in a sage bush. He was dressed like a man use to living the rough
life he wore a pair of woodland BDU pants and a leather biker jacket
underneath which was a white shirt with several stains with origins from food
to oil, on his feet are a pair of well worn black steel toe jump boots.
his right hip in a holster is a Desert Eagle .44 magnum auto pistol with a
six-inch barrel and rubber combat grips, the large automatic was loaded with
eight rounds in the clip and one in the tube. The blue finish was scratched
slightly the grips slightly smoothed but other then that it was in fine
condition. The hand blaster was in a caliber that didn’t mess around. On the
right side of the gas tank of the big bike in a shotgun holster is a Benelli
Nova 12 gauge pump shotgun with a eight shot extended magazine tube. The
Shotgun had before sky dark been used as a skeet blaster but with the proper
modifications it was a hell of a weapon. On his left hip was his prized knife,
the SOG Pentagon with a five inch blade. The blade had one side razor sharp
and the other side saw toothed. With a rubber grip and a Spec Op’s sheath.
man slowed his bike till it came to a near dead stop. Pulling the sun glasses
off his face and placing them in a pocket he looked at the sun going down.
He reached forward and turned off the motor. He watched the sun start
going down the sky filled with beautiful purples and greens. Well maybe
skydark did have some pluses he thought to himself. Kicking down the kick
stand he hopped off pulling his shotgun from its dirt and dust covered
holster. Looking around the empty city he sighed. God how he wished he could
come across some real cities with large auto shops that looters often forgot
to take all of the supplies out of. The Harley while a though a solid bike, it
often required work
off the helmet he paced it on the seat. He looked around at the old a nearly
destroyed store front’s till he spotted a gas station. Leaning down he
removed a crowbar and wound up hose from his saddle bag. Running his left arm
through hose till it met his shoulder he ran the crow bar between his military
pistol belt and pants. With his large and steady hands holding the shotgun he
walked to the pumps laying down both the hose and crowbar he walked to the
door of the old station. Pushing it open with the barrel of the scatter gun he
saw racks where food use to be empty. Walking forward he noticed that behind
the counter was a gun rack with a rifle still in it.
to the end of the counter he walked behind it he felt his foot hit something
soft. Looking down he saw a human hand. Leaning down under the counter he saw
a body male most likely but he couldn’t be sure seeing how the face was gone
do to the rifle that was in-side of the departed lips. Grabbing the rifle he
removed it in the light he could tell it was a M-14 with a twenty round
magazine in its well. Laying his shotgun on the counter he removed the clip
and saw it was only missing one round. The deadman below him was a fool he
thought ‘As long as you got bullets, you got life’ the man smiled as he
thought of his father and of the words he had driven into him from the day he
was first brought in to the hellish world.
down he searched the man and found he was wearing a back pack filled with
clips for both the M-14 and a pistol searching a little more he found a Sig
Sauer 230 .380 auto stuffing it in the back pack along with it’s holster.
Standing up he found the rifle on the wall was a Ruger 10/22 semi-auto rifle.
He found a box with 100 .22 LR shells for it but no more magazines. He
laid it down on the counter along with the M-14 and Nova. He
considered doing a little dance of joy but pushed it out of his mind
with a smile.
he heard the sound of feet moving along the ground. Grabbing up his shotgun he
walked slowly to the doorway.
stopped and stared at the Harley hog sitting next to the gas station post
number 369. This was a problem the scout thought, bikers were known to never
take POW’s un less they were female. She had hoped to come to the post and
draw gas but with bikers in the area the plot thickened.
was a tall woman evening out at six foot she had eyes that seemed crossed
between blue and green. Her hair was that of a golden cascade of
blonde. But god help who ever crossed her for underneath that beautiful
outside there was a stone cold killer. She was dressed in blue jeans and a red
t shirt covered by a old gray pull over sweater that barely hid her womanly
figure under it.
reached down and cocked the Beretta 92F 9mm pistol. She had abandoned her own
BMW bike half a block away along with it’s armament of
the H&K UMP 45 sub-gun in the saddle holster. She felt all alone
but that was the life of a combat scout for the White Fang clan. She had been
doing this for a year now scouting out enemy bases, radioing them in then
then her thoughts drifted back to the biker probably a mercie working for the
Blood Warriors. She reached down and removed the Ka-Bar SEAL knife from its
leather sheath with any luck she could kill the biker quick and quite then
report back to base camp 6 before the night was out. Suddenly she saw movement
out of the corner of her eye suddenly a giant blonde man was running across
the ten yards from store front to bike.
the man was in range Jess launched a steel toe boot at the mans solarplexis.
The man shifted his weight and in the same movement grabbed her ankle and
pushed up. The off set Jess hit the dirt hard the Ka-bar went flying from her
hand. Quickly before the man could pin her she twisted and rolled the man
landed on dirt. Jess before he could get up was up and running.
was almost 15 feet away when she stopped and turned her pistol now in her
right hand, she lifted it and put the sights over the mans head and began to
pull the trigger, she stopped for some strange reason it wasn’t like she had
never killed a man, but it was like a inside voice begging her to stop.
a few quick movements she was at the mans side. Suddenly there was a flash of
movement then her vision went black.
back the biker gulping air into his empty lungs. The tall woman lay next to
him was still breathing but out cold. Damn that woman was fast he had hoped to
land on her and pin her to the earth so he could try and figure out what she
was doing here. But she had moved and he had landed on hard dirt covered
street. When his lungs filled he reached in to a pouch on his bet and removed
a pair of stainless steel hand cuff’s. With a few quick movements he had her
hand cuffed and disarmed removing her belt and picking up the Beretta
and finding the Colt pocket pony 9mm around her ankle.
up he went quickly to his bike and removed his collapsible gas can. Walking
back tot he steep pates near the pumps he used the crowbar to remove on with
ease and then used the tube to fill the tube luckily someone had corked the
hole in the top so the gas wouldn’t evaporate. Placing the cork back he
walked to his Harley and placed the gas filled bag into a saddle bag along
with the tube and crowbar.
around he look for a suitable place to spend the night seeing how he would
have company. Seeing a old book with the front window missing but the view
blacked by old selves holding tattered pieces of paper on them, store he
nodded his head and decided it would have to do.
awoke to the smell of something cooking, her stomach rumbled reminding her of
the last time she had a meal. Trying to reach her arms around to rub her eyes
she found she could move them do to the fact they were handcuffed. Opening her
eyes slowly she saw the stranger sitting next to a small stove that was
burning a blue flame a tin pan was above it every now and then it would sizzle
man appeared to be deeply engaged in cleaning a rifle of some sort. Next to
him lay a M-14 and a Benelli Nova, along with both of her pistols and her
man looked up and smiled despite the feeling she was trapped for some strange
reason she felt slightly warm when his smile flashed across her.
I don’t think so seeing how I just met you and everything.”
took a second or so for the joke to register to her. And despite the handcuffs
and the imposing figure before her she laughed. The man stood up laying the
rifle down he walked over to her. For a second fear flashed through Jessica
fallowed by the thrill one gets before a fight, if the fucker wanted to try
and rape her he would get a very nasty surprise. Even in hand cuffs jess could
kill a man.
her surprise he squatted down and looked at her. His eyes seem to stare into
her sole looking for the slightest lie or misleading. His left hand come up
holding a pair of handcuff keys.
I un lock those will I get any trouble?” his voice was almost soft but with
tone that told he would know if she lied to him. Jessica shook her head, and
the man moved behind her with a soft click the cuffs came free and disappeared
into a pocket or some other holding device.
her hands foward she rubbed her wrist and watched the man go back and turn off
the stove first passing her a cup. Reaching out she took the cup but sniffed
at it as if testing for poison. The man saw her doing this and laughed.
I wanted to kill you I would have broken your neck and left you not poison you
with a drink. Corses then again I could be a evil white coat wanting to see
the effects of the horrible MRE coffee on people. And then again......” his
hands moved through the air as if snatching the ideas from the air its self.
Jess snickered and drank the coffee.
As she drank she looked around seeing how the man had positioned old
in a sort of semi circle, so that he could glance out and see if someone was
coming but they still hid the man and he weapons. She saw the Harley the man
had ridden in on, she saw pot marks were low caliber blaster had hit the body
and gas tank.
“Who are you and what are you doing here?” The man caught her off guard as he fixed two plates of food, damn he was nice for a person that lived in the hellish reality of the Deathlands.
don’t like to repeat my self.”
cycle scout Jessica McFetridge for the White Fang clan.”
then swore under her breath she had let to much slip.
you fucked up, you know you fucked up. So let not go through that whole deal
where you clamp up and don’t say a word cause then I may get pissed. You
don’t want me pissed catch my drift?” He said.
Fang the most powerful clan in this area. You haven’t heard of us?”
I did would I ask you about them?”
mans face lost the slight smile it had held and began to look seriously
concerned. Reaching over he lifted her blonde hair. At first she recoiled but
then when he sat back nodding as if he had just found the answer to a hard
she asked puzzled.
were a natural blonde.”
very funny.....” then Jess realized she didn’t know the mans name. “What
is your name any way?”
may have gotten her answer right then and there if the sound of a truck and
several motor cycles hadn’t drawn the strangers attention. Creeping up to a
crack between selves the man looked at the wags and there owners.
of yours?” he asked out of the corner of his mouth.
up next to him she was surprised to find hm hold butt forward her Beretta
9mm. Taking it she glanced at the bikes and truck. The truck was a flat
bed model with it fenced it in on the sides. Slavers if that wasn’t trouble
enough the doors were painted with the skull and cross bones dripping in blood
the sign of the Blood Warriors.
those are the Blood Warriors,” after seeing his questioning look she
continued.” Just big bully’s them and us have been in a feud for years
her to come away from the crack. He went over to his shotgun lifting it he
checked the chamber and made sure the round was a slug he laid it down and
picked up the M-14 inspected it and passed it over to Jessica.
how to use that thing.?”
she slung the rifle and glanced at her pistol belt and
Colt Pocket Pony. He nodded and handed her a small bag filled with
clips for the 7.62 assault rifle. Walking to his bike he removed a few MV-40
mini geren’s and what looked like a giant thing of chap stick. He handed her
two geren’s and tucked the other’s in his pants pockets. The golf ball
sized HE bombs were hell on earth despite there size.
off his jacket he spread a black smear over his arms and face moving silently
over to the bike he reached in to the saddle bags and pulled out a small gray
duffle. Opening it he pulled off his white t shirt revealing a small but well
muscled gut and scars of every type and mark. Also on his right bicep a bright
and colorful tattoo of the king of spades and the ace of spades and a banner
across it with writing on it, but jess could make hide nor hair of.
the shirt into the bag he pulled on a large black shirt then he pulled out a
black bandana and tied it do-rag style to cover his blonde hair. He then
pulled on a pair of leather half gloves, then slung a belt full of shells for
his shotgun across his chest.
stared at this now ebony hell like demon that had replaced the man that had
offered her a cup of coffee. The and reached back into the duffle bag and
pulled out a second black t shirt and bandana and shoved them to her. Catching
his drift she pulled off her sweat shirt then looked around for a bit of
privacy finding none she gave up on her modesty, and pulled off her shirt and
pulled on the black one.
a few minuets they looked like a pair hell spawned demons. Jessica had the
M-14 in her hands her returned ka-bar was at her left hip. The Beretta was
strapped to her right thigh with two spares next to her knife. The pocket pony
was on her right ankle.
stranger had his shotgun slung with his SOG knife out. On his right hip was
his Desert Eagle .44 magnum three magazines on his left hip balanced it. The
sig 230 was in the small of his back with one back up mag. The Benelli pump
gun was slung on his right shoulder.
move out.” he said his voice flat and ready for the killing fields.
Blood Warrior yawned it was too damn late for watch. Slinging his AK-74 he
pulled out and lit a joint. The Mary Jane filled his system disorienting him.
He hoped he could get off watch soon so he could go fuck one of the female
slaves they had picked up. When the hand came across his mouth he was so
surprised he didn’t feel the hook of the SOG Pentagon knife enter his
throat. He did how ever feel the blade rip open the skin and air passage way.
hand came away and he began to scream but found it was impossible due to the
fact he was choking in his own blood. He felt his bowels empty out and his
heart start to slow. The combination of pot and lack of oxygen to the brain
caused his last thought to be why oh why didn’t I take the blue pill.
biker removed his shotgun from his shoulder and began to creep forward. The
attack was going to go through now he would open it up full blown. He and the
woman Jessica had already removed a few of the guards. Removing a MV-40 he
pulled the pin and hefted it at the camp fire.
a hellish blast the men around the fire died. The biker raised the shotgun to
his shoulder and pulled the trigger sighting on a man with a M-16. The one
ounce slug ripped apart the mans head.
biker heard the steady report of the M-14 delivering its 7.62 message. Running
as he jacked the slide, he aimed and fired and removed two Blood Warriors from
the game. He quickly and sharply emptied the remaining seven rounds killing 5
dropped the shotgun and went down on one knee removing the Desert Eagle from
it holster. He aimed and fired sending a 240-grain slug out at a nasty 1000
fps it punched a neat hole in a camo clad clans man. He triggered two more
booms opening twin holes in a man trying to cock a Colt 1911. Suddenly a
bullet clipped the pavement next to him. Turning he saw where the sniper was.
man held a Soviet SVD-1 sniper rifle and was resting it on one of the
motorcycle’s that were every where. Turning he fired the rest of the
magazine at the man scoring multiple hits. Ducking behind a ford LTD that had
long ago been stripped of just about everything. First he dropped the empty
mag from the Desert Eagle then replaced it with a full slipping the empty into
his pocket. The took a few more second to load up nine more shells in to the
back up form his cover he scanned for targets and saw the Jessica had taken
enough time to shoot off the lock of the truck. A blend of men and women were
running everywhere but two men, one woman, and oddly enough one gigantic dog
caught his eye.
worked as a team one of the men was of normal height with short choppy blonde
brown hair he held a M-16A2 and was chopping out three round burst. The other
was a tall man with his hair tied back in a pony tail his hands were filled
with twin Colt .38 specials. The women was a red head or normal height and
build she held a Colt .45 in one hand and a large bladed knife in the other.
The dog never left the long haired mans side the biker could only wonder why
the slavers didn’t kill the dog.
his mind back to the combat he looked around and saw a man running away his
left shoulder bloody. The biker began to draw a bead on him but he heard the
sharp and loud crack of the M-14 and saw the man topple. Turning he saw the
tall blonde next to him lowered the rifle and looked at him with a lop sided
later.” he responded
he turned around the battle was over with. The former slaves had taken up
their dead masters blaster. A few of the fresher slaves were inspecting their
weapons while others held in them in amassment. Walking over he saw the man
with the blonde hair was shoving in a fresh clip into his rifle. Walking up
the biker held out his hand to him. The former slave took it with a large
hardy shake the power of which betrayed a man of his size it should have
belonged to a man a few pounds heavier and a lot bigger.
‘Gun smoke’ Hutchsion, like to think you people for helping us me and my
crew got hit a while back. Took our bikes and blasters said we were to become
there new workers and such.” at this moment the Long Haired man and the
woman stepped up next to the man. “The man with the long hair behind me is
Jon ‘strings’ Williams his pet.” he said gesturing to the dog. “Is
Rocky. The woman is my wife Liz best knife fighter this side of eternity.”
biker was taken back most men of the biker persona didn’t give out long
winded speeches. But he could see these people were not of the reg biker
names Alan ‘Blackjack’ Mason,” it was at this moment Jess realized this
was the first time she learned the big bikers name. “The woman here is
Jessica McFetridge we crossed paths about two hours ago. I was about to pull
out when you people showed up.”
Alan looked about a lot of the slaves were walking around un sure of what to
do. He guessed it be a day or more before these people got a grip. Glancing
over he saw the three before him wore the standard style of the death lands a
dozen different styles put together, but there feet were missing shoes.
people want to ride with me your welcome to it. Just find your self some boots
and bikes grab some of the MRE’s and Blaster these bastards had also.”
group of three decided they would ride with the large biker. With in half a
hour they had all grabbed boots, food , fuel , bikes , and blasters. Gun smoke
had grabbed a M-16A2 and a Colt Government Model .45. Strings had picked up a
Colt Government Model and a SVD-1
sniper rifle. Liz picked up only a 14 inch Survival knife and a M-16A2.
wise they had two Harley’s both with side cars and one Mazda. Both Brandon
and Jon had Harley Jon’s side car held two fuel canisters and his Rocky.
Brandon’s on the other hand had a side car with a big evil M-60 that could
be fried by pressing the one time electric horn for the Harley.
It also held fuel for the bikes.
had washed off the war paint and pulled on his leather jacket. He had given
the food he had prepared to the slaves along with the M-14 and Ruger 10/22.
Most of the former slaves were milling around but a few were cooking and
cleaning. He labeled those as the fighters the others he only gave a year
maybe less if they didn’t get with the program.
glanced over at Jessica she held the transmitter to the long range radio that
was attached to the rear of her bike. He guessed she was reporting the small
battle were 25 blood warriors had bought the big one. Suddenly she hopped off
her bike and walked over a look of confusion on her face.
Did they tell you that they were un happy with you?” he wasn’t really sure
why he cared about this attractive blonde. But he did have this strange
feeling that he didn’t want anything to happen to her.
just the other way around. They want me to report back to the ville at
its odd, almost like they want me out of the field right away. So where are
sure really seems I rode in to the middle of a range war and now I’m in
she said suddenly her eyes wondered off as if trying to avoid the cold green
eyes. “I could always use some company on the road only about hundred and
fifty miles to base camp. Unless of corse you rather not get further into
hell mom always said never turn down an offer from a beautiful a woman.”
hell Alan said to himself was she blushing. By god she was. At this point
Jessica spun on one foot and walked off, the part of Alan’s mind that still
hadn’t come out of his teen years noticed that the view from the rear
wasn’t so bad. And then the part of his mind that forgot to think before it
acted let out a wolf’s whistle.
one swift motion Jess spun her face red but with a smile on it. Raising his
hands in surrender as if to say ‘hey I’m a guy and you have a nice ass so
sue me.’. Turning Jessica marched to her bike muttering something about men
ability only to think below the waist but with a bit of laughter in her voice.
Blackjack went to explain where they were going to his new crew.
small fire lit up the wooded area with a soft glow. The people sitting around
it laughed and joked. The trash of a recent meal of wild turkey was set far
away from the camp sight.
bottle of shine was passed around that had been raided from the slavers truck.
Each person took a swig and passed it on. All of a sudden Jon stood up and
brought his Russian sniper rifle to his shoulder. When he stood his dog a odd
mix of pit bull and revertier stood also. The dog had been with Jon for a
little over three years, and the bond between them was almost un breakable.
take first watch.” having grown up in what was left of the florida ‘glades
he had been drinking from the age of nine and was the least effected by the
‘weak ass lighting’ that they had grabbed from the slavers. If he took
first watch it mean the others could sleep off the effects of the moon shine
and be ready for their watch.
was a few grunts of reply as the others leaned back and prepared for sleep.
Walking quietly fallowed by his dog the young man walked for about fifty yards
and stopped reaching down he patted his dog and began to walk the path for his
wasn’t sure what had awoken her but she was sure it was close. Looking down
she saw her husband moved in his sleep. She smiled and ran a hand down his
side. Standing up she picked up her M-16 the rifle felt strange in her hands
despite her passed use of it. Something was not right. Tapping her husband
with her boot he awoke with a fury of movement which in he drew and cocked his
at his chron. a old Rolex he picked up from one of the dead slavers. It was
only eleven an hour before he picked up watch from Jon. But he was not one to
question his wife’s ability’s to tell when something was not right. She
was part doomie and was able to predict certain events and others passed her
by. She had warned them only min’s before the slavers had fallen on their
little group, but those few min’s had given them enough time to prepare and
give the bastards a proper welcoming.
them.” he said pointing at Alan and Jess both of which lay on the other side
of the dwindling fire. That when the scream and first string of shot rang out
and all hell broke out.
wasn’t sure when he first noticed that there were men in the bush but he did
notice it. He had silently praised the only god Jon worshiped for providing
him with the Soviet SVD-1 sniper rifle with its day time/night time scope and
semi-automatic action and silencer. But then again what else was Mars good
himself into a crouched shooters stance he brought up the rifle and turned on
the power to the scope. The world became a green lit kill zone. He took the
man on point into his sights. Thankfully the men had not seen the young
pulled the five pound trigger till it broke and the silent 7.62x39mm went out
and knocked the point man to the ground a nice large hole in his chest. moving
his rifle he laid the sights on the next man and fired. The first mans death
had gone un-noticed by his friends due to the built in sound suppresser. But
the second man was gut shot and released and long and pain filled scream. Then
on his way down he squeezed the trigger on his assault rifle it stuttered in
the mans grasp and. The other took cover. Jon was up and moving to the next
spot of cover his dog behind him suddenly their was another string of shots
and a yelp from behind Jon.
he saw his dog’s stomach ripper open and it’s life fluids spilling out. He
turned and kept running he then dropped silently and crouched behind a tree,
his face was stained from tears. Turning he brought his rifle to his shoulder.
He blinked and cleared his eyes of tears. Sighting two more invaders he aimed
and pulled the trigger broke and sent out another message of death.
that moment he turned and saw a man standing besides him gun in hand. In the
space of few second he had gone from the killer to the victim. The gun it the
mans hand roared. Jon could almost see the .45 caliber slug come flying out of
the barrel. Suddenly he felt a large amount of pain. Tossing aside his rifle
he made a promise to at least punch the man that had shot him.
as if powered by the god of war and death he grabbed the man by his windpipe
and squeezed then pulled back. The man with the handgun grabbed his bloody
mess of a throat then dropped gargling. Dropping the bloody goblet to the
ground he stared and noticed there was no blood flowing from his body. Looking
back he picked up his rifle.
large round had hit the frame of the sniper rifle shattering it. Dropping the
ruined weapon he drew his Colt and pulled back the hammer. Two choices now one
stay and fight and die or run back with the other’s conserve fire power and
drive back the enemy. He took number two deciding that today was not the day
for his death
lifted his pistol and fired the 240-grain hallow point smashed into the
enemy’s head and shattered it. The spay of crimson washed over the an behind
him just as the forty-four caliber round crashed into his head also. Jess
stood next to him firing her H&K UMP 45 sub-machine gun in tight three
was crouched behind his bike firing three
round burst’s also his M-16A2 was sending out
5.56mm stomach aches in triplicate. Liz stood next to him firing in
single shot mode round after round making wet slapping sound after they hit
suddenly saw one form come running out of the bushes brandishing a .45 firing
behind him his long hair flowing behind him. Jon his brains creamed at him
suddenly he noticed Jess had sighted him also, but she hadn’t made the
connection she was tracking him with her gun barrel.
his hand he pushed down the barrel when it went off. The heat burned his hand
but it saved Jon. by mere inches. Only one forty-five hit Jon. in the left
thigh. Jon hit the dirt in the middle of a fire fight fifty feet from his
Alan didn’t have time to second guess himself or the distance he just
ran firing .44 magnum rounds into the bush all around. When he reached Jon he
ejected his magazine and hit the slide release. Shoving the blaster
in the holster he picked
up Jon’s hand blaster. Reaching down he through the lighter younger man into
the fireman’ carry.
Running while firing and
being fired upon is hard enough with out and extra 155 pounds on your back.
Firing two round he managed to nail one man but that was when the slide
clicked back. Throwing the pistol was his last resort and he didn’t want to
Alan reached his others friends he was already shouting to pull out. Brandon
had grabbed one of the can of gas and thrown it into the woods and now placed
a single round into the middle of it erupting it into a giant fire ball.
Placing Jon as easily as he could into Gun smoke side car he ran back to his
own bike hopping into the saddle he quickly popped in a fresh eight round
magazine into the Desert Eagle then jacked the slide.
Liz and Brandon were running there bikes through he trail every now and then
Brandon’s side car mounted M-60 spoke clearing his way. Jess pulled her
humming bike up next to his a look of worry on her face then she spoke. “You
your ass out of here im right behind you.” Alan replied while reaching down
and removing the shotgun from the saddle holster.
wasn’t sure why he did what he did next but he leaned over and placed a kiss
upon Jess’s lips then in a hurried voice said, “Go!”
She pulled back and nodded gunning her motor she sped off. Removing his
shotgun Alan decided to give the invaders something to worry about. Firing
round after round with little to no help. With his last round in the tube he
gunned the bike and went speeding off. Turning around he fried one handed the
shotgun and watched as the double ought buck shot hit the Left behind
Harley’s gas tank and caused a improvised desecration.
his shotgun he leaned forward trying to coax as much horse power as he could
out of the big bike.
dawn broke the horizon four rumbling bike came over a low uprising in the
scared and cracked roadway. Alan brought his hand in the air and brought it
down swiftly, then gestured to the side of the road where a one time warehouse
now deserted building stood.
the bikes came to a stop Alan kicked down the stand and hopped off drawing his
Blaster at the same time. He was down two only three loaded clips and five
empty’s, but he was hoping to find more 240-gain match grade hallow points
soon. Sweeping the area with his hand cannon he decided it was clear enough.
his hand over his shoulder then lowering his blaster from eye level he herd
groins of relief from his companion. They had rode all night only stopping
once to clean and dress Jon’s wound. Alan walked back to his bike and
reached for where his shotgun should have been but he found only air, then
remembering he had dropped it after destroying Jon’s old bike.
how’s fuel?” he said missing his old weapon already.
he Siad letting the situation go over and over in his head. “Well how can I
put it lightly, unless we find fuel we be fucked big time.”
That hurt’s.” a new voice broke leaning his back on the front tire of
Brandon’s bike Jon was having his leg tended too by Jessica.
or I’ll shoot you again.”
very funny, bitch.”
that she tied the bandage. But pulled it hard one time and sent Jon into
another wave of swears. With the term ‘no fucking humor’ repeated no more
the eight times.
Brandon stood up and glanced at a old sign and went running off un slinging his auto-blaster. Fearing another attack Blackjack drew his blaster and flicked off the safety. Suddenly Brandon reappeared a wide grin on his face.
the fuck is it?” Alan stated annoyed for being worried over what apparently
base this place is a fucking military base, there maybe blaster’s and fuel
still here.” Brandon’s grin was mostly in part of laughing at Alan’s now
blank face rather the find of the base.
people, load up we got to do a recon of the area.’ pausing he looked at Jon
wondering if the man could make a recon run of a possible huge base. “ Jon
thank you can make it?”
a way of answering the young warrior stood up and removed his blaster. Nodding
Alan took on point fallowed by Jessica then Jon, behind him was Liz with
Brandon walking slack. Rounding the bend he saw what had tipped off Brandon,
the sign was old and rusty but it showed a large red lettering reading Red
Devils under which there was a
sentence reading, “Army Navy Marine Corps, Air Force combined Special
wondered what the Red Devils where but he pushed it out of his mind for later
research. Alan was on full alert he mind was using four out of his five
sense’s at there all out max. He heard the soft crunch of boots of his
campions, he felt the wind blow steadily , his eyes scanned the area looking
for anything out of the ordinary, his brain was all most overloaded with the
sense of smell he smelt old gas and blood plus the always present smell gun
his senses on full alert he heard the sound of the motor turning the base of
the hidden auto blaster is what was a hidden tree. He also heard the metallic
ringing as shells were loaded into the multiple barrels. With speed faster
then a pre dark computer his mind told him three things. One some one must
have a lot of jack for a trap like this. Two he was dealing most likely with a
M-134 Mini-gun using either a laser or motion sensor for tracking, the blaster
fired a 7.62x51mm NATO round at 3,000 to 6,000 rounds per minuet which ment in
just a few second it could drop out a full 300 round drum. And the third and
last but yet most important thing his mind told him was that if he didn’t do
something smart and fast he and his odd band of warrior’s were in deep poop.
he jumped through the air he yelled at the top of his lungs. “TRAP!!!!”
The first thing he did after hitting the ground was
crawl four feet and flip on to his back. Suddenly the air was filled
with a roar of the auto blaster. The muzzle flash alone was five feet long and
three feet wide and seemed as if god had once again come to the earth in fires
form to purge it of evil. Except this time the evil wasn’t was not
pharos’s army’s but a band of lost survialist.
was at this time Blackjack realized he had made a mistake this was not a M-134
mini-gun but its big brother the 20mm Vulcan. Then just as soon as the trap
was sprung it stopped. The barrels of the pre dark cannon still spinning. Once
again Alan’s mind went a full speed.
first thought was the cannon was looking for a new target, but that was pushed
out his mind the cannon would have just kept firing till it was on its new
target. The next thought was that it had jammed, but that too must be wrong
for the fact that the gun was powered by a electric source so any dud’s or
mis fires were kicked out with the empty’s. Then it dawned on him, it was
empty. After a hundred plus years no matter how deep the magazine well had
been it was now empty. Standing up he looked for his companions, he saw them
stand almost in unison.
the hell was that?” Jon asked while pinching his nose closed and blowing
trying to clear out his ears.
XM-35 Vulcan cannon, mounted in what looks like a fake tree.” the voice was
that of Brandon’s who was running his hands over the weapon.
got a thing with auto blaster’s?” Jess said checking the working of her
sub machine gun.
say more then a thing, more like a affair. I swear I think he will leave me
for a good machine gun.” Liz
said with look of amusement on her face as she looked at her husband face,
which at the moment was a cross between anger and general amusement.
over and in fake whisper he said to Alan. “She still doesn’t know about
the M-249 I been seeing on the side. Things got a great pair of ammo drums on
knew it, I knew it when I found those empty ammo belts that I knew weren’t
mine” at this point Liz put her head on Jessica’s shoulder and began to
fake cry. Jess in turn put a arm around her shoulder and said. “There, there
that bastard was no good for you. You need to go out and get your self a nice
muzzle loader just to spite him.”
ani’t going to get no muzzle loader.” Brandon said as if the argument
just go back to the hussy you
been seeing. She don’t need you no more.” Jess said this while patting
Liz’s shoulder and flipping Brandon off.
looked at the one finger salute he was receiving.
see I can’t take you up on that but Alan on the other hand might be more
is enough. Lets move.” Alan put a end to the argument and took up point
hell if we knew the code then we wouldn’t have a problem.” Brandon said as
he crouched in front of the large black door. His hands rested on the digital
key pad the blinked the message ‘code please’ over and over again.
shouldn’t they have the code laying someplace close.” Jon was tired his
leg still hurt like hell. God did he feel weak but he would live.
began punching in codes beginning with 001. When the thing beeped a wrong
anser he put in the next code 002.
fire light showed the small group around the iron clad door still. Brandon
leaned back. He had been at this for a while now.
its your turn I give up.”
came out from underneath his Harley over the past hour they had moved their
bikes to the door.
you leave off at?”
walked to the machine and pushed in 352. Suddenly the doors opened and the
group stood. Brandon as he stood muttered lucky son-of-a-bitch. They walked in
looking at the predark military complex. Lights flicked on and showed a guard
post long ago abandoned.
turned and looked at the bikes. If they were left out there they could be gone
in the morning.
Liz bring in the bikes.”
The order was fallowed without hesitation. With the bikes where in Alan walked to Brandon’s side car an removed the M-60 and what was left of the ammo belt, he guessed he had around 100 to 110 shots. With Alan in the front the group made a whole sweep of the top five levels.
sat at the table in the mess hall. The meal before them was that consisted of
meat loaf, buttered rolls, mashed potatoes, and hot apple pie.
speared a piece of meat loaf with and fork and bit it, the steak sauce added a
sweet flavor to the cooked meat. The others sat around eating also except for
Brandon who kept peering at the clock.
will get there all in good time” Alan said spearing another piece and
swirling it in mashed potato.
man we could be sitting on the gold mine of blasters and you want to eat?”
reminds me of something my grandpa once said.” Alan said as he spread some
garlic butter on his roll and took a bite. “He said to me ‘Alan life like
a game of cards, it s a smart mans game you can some times lose a hand so you
can win another.’ now true grandpa’s mind wasn’t always in the right
spot but he knew about hard living.” Alan paused to take another bite of
roll. “ he said a lot of times you got to leave something alone for a bit.
And he said my dad never understood that and his prayers proved it.”
that? Jessica asked as the set her fork down she didn’t know why she wanted
to know more about the big blonde warrior but she did.
prayer was I remember cause he said every time he handheld with a jolt-head,
‘god grant me patience-ASAP dammit’”
table shook with laughter all except Brandon who just grumbled.
did your dad do?” Jess asked most people didn’t deal with jolt-heads they
just left them where they were.
chief in New Delta.” Alan speared another piece of meat loaf and bit it.
of them had heard of the ville of New delta and of its horrid war..
lets go get our selves some blasters.” Alan said as he pushed the dish away.
armory was on the forth floor. The weapons lined the room in fifteen rows. The
group split off each going there own way. Alan had been smart enough to grab
the supply list. Marching down the long arm section he glanced over the
shotgun section and saw nothing that he thought could replace his lost Nova,
despite its short comings such as the slide covering the feed spot when he
cocked it the Nova was a super weapon.
at H&K G36's and 93's and G3's he gave up on picking up another H&k
even thought he loved the shape of their solid stocks the weapons were light
and sometimes a bitch to find
magazines for the harsh lands of the death lands.
had just about to give up and pick up either a M-16A1 or CAR-15 he spotted a
odd looking weapon. Lifting the weapon he looked at the tag attached it read :
“Modified Stoner M96 Expeditionary rifle. Caliber .223 or .5.56mm takes all
M-16 or AR-15 magazines including forty, fifty , and Beta-C 100 round
magazines. Added extras :three round burst and full auto modes, painted
adjustable sights, four power electric zooming mil-dot scope.”
his new addition he marched to the hand gun section. Removing the Sig 230 he
replaced it with the more of a power house H&K USP .40S&W compact. He
replaced the Desert Eagle with another Desert Eagle. This model was nickel
plated with molded grips and he was surprised to find it was modified with a
double action trigger, but was still in .44 magnum. He walked then to the
knife selection and dropped his SOG Pentagon for a Ka-Bar 8 inch bladed
fighting knife, then grabbed a military machete with a hard rubber grip that had a knuckle
protector. Both blades were longer then his previous and the machete could be
used as a improvised sword in a tight spot.
been newly armed he marched off to the gear room.
first stop had been light machine guns. He had looked over all of them. He had
decided to go with a M-249 SAW in 5.56 mm because it could take both 250 round
drums and thirty round M-16 clips. He made sure to grab the attachment that
allowed him to convert from drum mode to clip mode.
decided to go with a Ruger P-90 .45 automatic with a laser sight powered by a
nuke battery, back up wise he picked up a Glock 36 .45 automatic with a
special three pound target trigger.
also grabbed a .22 caliber watch. The weapon was a Rolex with a single shot
.22 shot barrel witch was fired by pulling on the little knob. It probably had
a range of about four to six feet but it was still a gun. Knife wise he picked
up a SEAL 2000 and a Smith and Wesson SWAT folding knife.
had decided to drop the H&K UMP and pick up a Remington 870 12 gauge riot
gun with a eight shot extended magazine tube and
ring sights . With a side saddle shell holder that held a full reload
so she wouldn’t have to start reaching into her pockets. The weapon also
came with a bayonet lug attached to the tube. The barrel was a little longer
then the tube because of the choke that she could change just by clicking it
picked up a Glock 34 9mm automatic. The Austrian blaster had match grade
barrel with venting on the slide. It also had a tactical flashlight under the
barrel. The grips were modeled and fit her hand like a dream. She decided to
keep the Colt Pocket Pony and the SEAL knife. But picked up a E-5 bayonet.
decided on dropping the M-16 and picking up a Uzi 9mm full sized with folding
stock. The weapon was nothing more the a standard of the shelf sub-machine
gun. Pistol wise she picked up a Ruger Mark II .22LR with a built in silencer
and three round burst add on.
wise Liz was in heaven having been raised by mountain people who could not
often lay there hands on blaster she had learned how to handle a knife and a
staff. She picked up a pair of full size Arkansas Toothpicks, she then picked
up a four inch commando dagger, and the last addition was a throwing hatchet
with a wickedly covered blade.
picked up first a Black Panther sniper AR-15 with a shorten spring slide the
raised the rate of fire and allowed for more weight to be added in to the
stock. It had a Bi-pod the was released with a quick release handle. The fore
grip had a textured grip. It had three kinds of sights. One was the standard
three to nine powered scope, one no zoom electric mil-dot scope set off to the
side of the three to nine scope, and the standard open sights. Set next to the
magazine well was a second magazine holder.
wise he picked up a Walther P88 9mm auto that was straight off the self. Knife
wise he picked up one Hobbit Warrior knife with a five and five-sixteenth
blade and heat and chemical resistant handle. The blade was a evil looking
weapon able to slice throats with the blade and crush skulls with the handle.
switched his woodland BDU’s for a pair of Tiger stripe BDU’s he also
picked up a black t shirt. He picked up a Tiger stripe BDU jacket and a OD
green boonie cap. He picked up a new pair of jump boot’s with steel toe and
steel shank, he picked up a two pairs of gloves one pair of leather shooting
gloves that had been goosed down, and one pair of spec op’s half gloves that
came on the way back to the end of his wrist and had padded knuckles. He
quickly picked up a military pants belt and a military pistol belt, he also
picked up a pair of combat suspenders. With a space for a knife sheath on the
left side and two d rings and a space for a military L flash light on the
his old hip holster he picked up a new thigh tactical holster for the Desert
Eagle. He then picked up a three mag holder for the Desert eagle and filled it
with three eight round magazines each loaded with federal 240-grain match ammo
and picked up two boxes of the same ammo and two spare magazines also full.
the USP he picked up a shoulder holster that went under his jacket. He loaded
it with Remington 185-grain ammo, with two spares in the side of the shoulder
holster and one box of ammo and one back up mag’s.
Ka-bar went on his military suspenders in a Blackhawk sheath along with a welt
stone. The machete went in a behind the back military sheath the handle came
up just behind his right ear.
clipped a military magazine bag to the left hip of his pistol belt. He filled
it with fifteen thirty round magazines for the Stoner. He then slapped a forty
round magazine in the well and cocked it.
Stoner M96 was originally a civilian arm before sky dark but its over all
design very close to the Stoner 63 was over ally enjoyed by vets that ahd used
the old ‘63.
was very careful to pick up a pair of binoc’s and a medium back pack to wich
he added his boxes of ammo and filled with a gun cleaning kit under wear and
socks. He also made sure to add a shaving kit plus he picked up a military L
shaped flash light and clipped it to his suspenders.
selected a pair of black jeans and a red t shirt. Which he covered with a
black leather over coat. He then selected a pair of magnum Hi-Tec combat
boots. He picked a black leather Russian officer cap with fur lining. He
selected a pair of fleece gloves. He picked up a thick leather belt he added a
small first aid kit to it.
grabbed a large back pack wich he filled with four 250-round drums and talked
both Jon and Alan in to taking one drum each seeing how both of their weapons
fed 5.56mm they could feed it into there own weapons in a pinch. He grabbed a
shoulder holster for the Ruger and grabbed five magazines for it and picked up
a small of the back holster for the Glock. He picked up 230 grain ammo for
slipped the SEAL knife into a right hip sheath he just folded the S&W SWAT
knife and slipped it into his pocket. He then added a shaving kit, underwear
,socks ,and gun cleaning kit to his back pack then grabbed a mag light flash
picked up a full set of black BDU’s pants jacket and a OD green shirt. She
picked up a pair of black jungle boots. She topped this off with a black beret
oddly adorned with a red bulldog with horns on a yellow feild. The whole out
fit was very form fitting, which was noticed by Alan as he clipped his own
picked up 100 shotgun shells seventy-five buck shot and twenty-five slug
rounds. She picked up a SWAT quick draw Holster for her Glock 34. She picked
up four loaded magazines with 115-grain Federal ammo for the Glock and two
clips of Glaser 9mm rounds for her colt pocket pony. The little pistol was
designed with women in mind for defense. With her knife on her right hip and
knife on her left she put the Glock’s magazines in the small of her back.
She slipped the Colt down the front of her pants and kept it in place with a
holster the went around the inside of her pants and kept the pistol at crotch
level. Before sky dark it was called the woman sexist holster or the rape
preventer. She made sure she had
attached the E-5 bayonet to the lug on the shotgun and covered it with its
grabed a standard OD green back pack and added underwear, socks, first aid
kit, shaving kit, gun cleaning kit, and tampons to the pack she then threw in
a large boxy flashlight.
selected a khaki jump shoot and a leather bomber jacket. She also picked up a
pair of calf high hiking boots. She picked up a large utility belt made of a
mix of leather and though fibers. The left boot had a sheath built right into
it. She slipped the commando knife into the boots to wear only the slim handle
showed. A Arkansas Toothpicks went one to each hip. The throwing hatchet
dangled from the back of her belt.
collected eight magazines of .22 Long Rifle hallow points and punt them on one
side of the special shoulder holster she found fore the small automatic. She
placed the Ruger Mark II under her left arm pit. The Uzi she slung and put
three magazines in a large cargo pocket of the jump suit.
filled a small backpack with the smae thing as all of the others.
picked up a full set of tiger stripe BDU’s and pistol belt just like Alan.
But he selected a pair of tanker boots with buckles instead of laces instead
of laces which he figure would be faster then laces. He picked up a full grail
suit complete with hood.
picked up normal police holster for the Walther he picked up three mags of
Federal Hydra-shock 115-grain ammo, the ammo was the kind that the FBI used
and when it hit the target it bloomed like a Black Tylon round. And ripped to
peices the in side of the target. He picked up ten thirty round magazines for
the AR-15 loaded with 75-grain home loads. The Hobbit Warrior went on his left
filled his bag with the same mix of equipment as the others but added a 40
power spotter scope with its own tri pod.
entire group newly armed they decided to each put their gear in a room and go
eat dinner in the rec room. Sitting around the TV as it played the movie
Escape From LA. The group laughed as they saw idiots shot at each other just
blowing ammo and on how ‘Snake’ seem to think all you had to do was just
jester your pistols at the enemy and pull the trigger and they’ll die.
I think I head to bed.” Alan said as he pushed his plate away.
group nodded and said good night. Alan picked up a boom box and a few CD’s.
He walked down the hallway and opened the door to his room. The writing on the
door said it belonged to General Pepper. In side there was a large queen sized
bed a desk which he had cleared of the computer on it and a shower.
out of his clothes he closed the shower door and turned on first the cd
player. It was quite for a second then a voice sang out “ when i get you all
alone im going to take off all your clothes....” he turned on the Hot water
and felt his whole body catch on a pleasant fire. He didn’t know it but the
CD he was listing to was one mixed by a Private that had died a hundred years
before by his friends that he had forgotten in the rec room, the day before
D.C. became a atomic fire zone.
to the fact that he was sing along with Eagles about some witchy woman he
didn’t hear the rooms door open or the sound of clothing being removed or
the sound of the covers being pulled back.
he walked out of the bathroom he was only wearing a smile and a towel around
his neck. His surprise was evident on his face which only made Jessica smile
more the covers were pulled up to under her armpits. Her shotgun and pistol
lay with his on the desk. Her clothes also laid with his on the floor.
hello there.” he said.
she said propping her self up with her elbow so she could look at him.
could lead to trouble.”
kind? Are you married?” he thought he heard her voice go up when she asked
that as if afraid of the answer. He relived her with the shake of the head.
“Well nither am I. so i see nothing bad happening from this.”
saw no fault with that argument and crawled into bed with her. It was at this
point when the CD player blared out a song by a long dead artist as hge
proclaimed he did it all for the nookie. In the mist
passion the irony was lost.
rolled over and turned on the lamp next to his bed. He looked at his watch. 0732
it read, damn last night had kept him up late. Most of the memories were
clouded, but even those memories of last night brought him around. Rolling over
he kissed the woman next to him she moaned something and started to rise.
Rolling out of the bed he walked to the bath room but was stopped by a feeling
of being looked at. Turning he saw he smile.
look whose ‘UP’ and ready to face the day.”
took them a few mineutes to stop laughing and when they did they heard a string
on gun shots coming from the mess hall. Both of the began thrying to pull on
clothes and cock guns and the same time while they ran. When they reached the
twin doors he kicked it open. And swept the room with the Stoner.
the middle two men stood. One had sandy brown hair and brown eyes and was of
normal height. He held a H&K MP-5 PDW, he was dressed in thin medical
clothing. The clothing did not cover the Navy SEAL’s tattoo on his right
second held a Colt 1911 and had brown hair and blue eyes. Dressed the same way
he wore a Air Force Pararescue tattoo on his right bicep.
of them were covering the other companions sitting at the table there hands mere
inches from there weapons.
a calm and steady voice Alan said “Now everybody stay calm.”
TO BE CONTINUED......
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