Chapter 15
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The Col was on a call with the former Marine Officer concerning the fight at the edge of the airport. One of his deputies broke into the call. He’d been cued to the video of the fake police officers killing the unarmed black Guardian Angles appearing on social media. “Sir it’s not on Facebook or Twitter yet but it will be within minutes.”
After the Col took a minute to view it he replied in a calm voice, “Well that’s going to be a hell of a mess.” To the Marine, “Captain, stand by please.” On all call to all his directors, “ Send a general alert to everyone in the Network, stand by for heavy seas. All areas, this is going to spread like wild fire.“ An idea hit. “Tell everyone to counter battery fire the video. Post it as Fake News to every social media link they have. SPAM the living carp out of it. Somebody see if we can de-authenticate the video and make a video of our own detailing the fake parts. Break. XO call me back separate channel. “
“XO , there are two assets I’ve been keeping very close to the vest. I’m sending you e-dossiers now. You’ll know what to do. Out”
The XO looked at the electronic file names. He recognized both, regular contributors to Fox News one male and one female. The lady had been an Army officer and had gone on patrol with infantry units in Afghanistan to win the hearts and minds of Afghan women. The man had been a Navy fighter pilot. Could they get the ‘fake news’ on the air at Fox? Would it make any difference?
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Just we got to the Church my cell rang, It was Charles Washington. “Reloads, I think something bad happened at the Church. I’m getting a blizzard of texts and rumors. How far out are you?”
“We’re just rolling in now. Oh hell there are two Angels down at the door, back to you soonest”
I grabbed may med ruck and started to charge in but I heard the dry humor of my EMS instructor in my head “Is the scene safe?” I shouldered my med ruck and spoke to Gravy and Mrs Gravey , “Cover me but keep it low key.” I had my Glock out but held low and discrete. The first Angle was code black, no pulse, no spontaneous respirations and in an exsanguination level pool of blood. Boomer joined me , with Shorty providing more discrete cover, as I got to the next Angle. Nothing to do here, visible brain matter and no pulse or spontaneous respirations. We could hear moans and cries from inside the building.
Boomer and I had the most med training and gear so we went in. Mrs. Gravy came in to provide cover while Gravy and Shorty provided outside security. Oh what a hell of a mess. There were 20 or more folks down. Some were face down on the floor, some were holding their own wounds some were attempting to tend to others wounds. We did a scene size up and it was a mess. Serious mass casualty.
“Did anyone call 9-1-1?”
“The polise, dey did dis”
“Why do the polise shoot everyone”
“White deveils”
We waded through looking for where to start. Mrs Gravy called on a radio she had to get Gravy to come in and help. He came in, took one look, vomited, turned around and sent Shorty in. I gave Shorty a double handful of DIY pressure dressings, a pair of vinyl gloves from my med ruck and set her to packing wounds.
I found a young black woman holding her open fractured left arm trying to stop the flow of blood. It wasn’t a pumping arterial bleed but it was flowing out heavy and steady. “Hey I’m going to put this on your arm to stop the bleeding ok?” I was holding out one of my RATS tourniquets. “It’s going to be uncomfortable but it will stop the bleeding.”
She didn’t object to me placing the RATS on her arm so I took that as expressed consent to treat.
“Why de pooolize shoot us?”, she wailed. She was sounding mushy and mumbly as she talked, I wondered how much blood she’d lost.
A bellow from the back of the gym / sanctuary. “What are you white devils doing!? Get the eff out of here!”
A huge black man towered over Shorty.
“I’m trying to stop the ble…” she said.
“I said get the eff off you white wench!”
The bellowing giant tried to plant as steel toe boot into her hip. She rolled to the side catching the leg as it passed. She shoved the leg up hard then used her legs to drive upward. The man completely lost his balance. Both legs went into the air and his head cracked hard on the floor.
As he attempted to pull a knife shorty stomped his wrist with her boot breaking it. Before he could thrash more Boomer had him rolled over and placed flex cuffs on both his arms. Shorty swatted Boomers ass as he headed off to another patient.
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The national guard captain had his men in a ‘reserve area’. They were a Military Police company who have been deputized and were now technically reserve Sherriff’s deputies , though his men knew which side of the bread was buttered. When one of the county undersheriff’s had come through she had a screaming hissy fit about the M243 machine guns with belt inserted mounted on some Humvees. She ordered all weapons be unloaded. Reasoning that a weapon with an empty chamber was unloaded he ordered full magazines in bolts locked to the rear. A quick smack on the bolt release and they’d be in the fight. He quietly passed word through his NCO’s that if an M9 or two or ten ended up with a round in the chamber he’d not be all that ****ed.
They were in a small unused parking deck maybe 4 blocks from where the riot was going on in earnest. The captain wasn’t sure what his mission was exactly. Given his druthers he’s roll in with half his men in riot gear , backed up by the other half with M4 rifles. Roll in, chuck some pressure bombs, cuff everyone who didn’t run away. But his druthers counted for naught. They had a ‘Rehab area’ set up where police could come and get a break from the action. They also had an aid station set up to care for wounded. Out front was a security element, two well used up armored HumVees. At this point everyone was pretty much ****ting on his butt and screwing around on their phones.
The ‘bored soldier’ noise changed somehow. One of his Staff Sergeants was heading towards the Captain, “Sir you need to see this!”
Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!
The Captains mind just started to form the thought, gunfire when.
Riiipppppppppppppppppppppppppppp!
Now his mind screamed SAW. What the eff was going on.
His radio crackled
“Contact front, four police with AR15’s.”
“Medics Up! Two men down, Cat 1!”
The Captain and his First Sergeant ran down the ramp to the security post, M9’s in hand. By unspoken agreement the First Sergeant went to the wounded and
“Captain it was four cops they drove up, hopped out of the car opened up on us. They hit Edwards and Meckel. Then jumped in the car and took off. Coats busted loose with the SAW and … “
Medics had rolled Edwards over, DOA , round right under the helmet, visible brain matter. Meckle had a chest wound. He hadn’t bothered to put his ceramic plates in his body armour. The medic sergent said “We need a hospital now!’
Into his radio “Medevac Humveee to me. Lincoln 1 and Lincoln 7 to me for med evac escort.” To the First Sergeant. “Lead in Lincoln 1, if anyone protestors, cops anyone gets in your way run them down, mow them down I don’t care. Nothing delays getting this ambulance to the hospital.”
“Rodger that! Ok people let’s move!”
The Captain called directly to the Adjutant General of the Guard, he’d call his higher as soon as he was done but this what all kinds of effed up.
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In the car they were elated. The look on the American soldiers was priceless when their own Police began to shoot at them. One of the brothers was slightly injured by glass from the rear window when the Americans finally shot back. The would make their way to the back of the riot now one of the brothers would take video of ‘police’ shooting unarmed rioters. He’d post it to the internet where it would be cleaned up if needed and then posted and reposted.
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Ever since the new President had been elected and her appeal to and praise for social justice warriors Zoe and some friends had formed a social justice cell. They had even gone out and purchased two Mossberg Just In Case shotguns and had even gone out into the sticks and test fired them. She and her sister Urban Studies masters candidate and cell member Shequanda were now enraged. It was time to act and they knew just where. Though they were 600 miles and a time zone away from the rioting. They went to the somewhat seedy all night doughnut shop. One of those places with a neon ‘hot doughnuts’ sign.
Kimberly was excited. It was her last shift with a training officer. “You know it’s tradition to buy your training officer hot doughnuts on the last ride.”
“Is that right?”
“Yup, and coffee and you have to eat one too.”
Kimberly’s passion for healthy diet and fitness earned her some good natured ribbing.
“Oh look the hot doughnuts is on now!”
They pulled in to the more than a little seedy looking shop. Kimberly got out of the car and headed to the door to get coffee and doughnuts for Trey who really was a kick butt training officer.
Zoe stepped from around the side of the building and shot Kimberly in the back of the head from 15 feet with the 12 ga shotgun.
Inside the car Trey hit the panic alarm and called into his radio “Shots fired , officer down!”
He stepped out of the car Sig in both hands.
Dressed head to toe in back with the SJW red bandanna around her neck Shequanda stepped around the other corner of the building intending to mimic Zoe. Shequanda had forgotten to take the safety off the shotgun. Trey put two 9 mm rounds into her chest, dumping her head to the ground.
Zoe fired but jerked most of the shot going into Trey’s vest but some ripping into his arm. Tray fell to the ground next to his squad. Zoe ran towards the car intending to finish the officer and check on Shequanda.
Looking under the car Trey shot Zoe in the ankle from about 10 feet away, dumping her on the ground. He then shot her in the head