Free Tyranny in the Homeland by A. J. Newman Page A

fifteen minutes.”
    The Rangers had silenced M4s, took out the remaining twenty DHS agents and then secured the field behind the Armory.
    “It’s safe to land. Let’s get the families out to the field."
     
     
    Several Rangers burst into the Armory meeting hall and the leader addressed the crowd.
    “We are here from the ISA and are ready to take you to your husbands and wives in Alabama. Major Mills here is proof.”
    “All of you know me; I command the Madisonville National Guard unit. You are all in danger and we are here to take you to safety.”
    Julie and Tad saw him, ran to him and gave him hugs and kisses.
    “The President said that we would all be safe and that the unit would be treated fairly when it surrendered.”
    “Mr. Freels, they had us assaulting a town full of women and children. They killed thousands of innocent people. We would not go along with this mass murder. Please go to the field behind the Armory and prepare to be flown out of here.”
    A man came out of the crowd and started shooting. The closest Ranger tackled him and brought him down quickly, but not before several people were dead or wounded.
    “Tad, are you okay?”
    Tad had been hit by the shots aimed at his dad. He lay there writhing in pain while being attended to by a medic and his mom.
    “Ma'am, we need to get him to the hospital quickly. Load him up on the first chopper out of here now!
    Major Mills walked over to the man who did the shooting and asked, “Why did you start shooting?”
    “Because our President has declared you to be traitors and I won’t let you escape.”
    The Major raised his 9mm and said, “May the Lord forgive you and me.”  He shot the man in the middle of the forehead.
    “Well, that SOB won’t get a trial and get off easy. If any of the rest of you support the President, keep your sorry asses here. If not, get on a chopper now.”
    Twelve families stayed in the Armory.
     
     
    There were twenty-one troop carrying choppers transporting the families back to safety. Another thirty Apaches and F-18s kept the skies and path back to Florence clear of any enemy. The flight took a little over an hour and a half and was uneventful. The Rangers in Henderson were not as lucky. Three of the original twenty were dead, eight wounded and four missing in action. Their attack had cleared the way for the rescue, but at a dear price.
     
     
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    “What the fuck just happened? I was assured that there were no ISA soldiers within 150 miles of Evansville. Where is Bill? Who the hell is in charge and where is my son?”
    The agent looked at the President and said, “Sir, we need to attend to you and the first Lady while we find out what happened. Let the medic patch you up while I tell you what we know.”
    “Okay, but make it quick, I want someone getting my son to me right now!”
    “Sir, we were attacked by several hundred soldiers just as we left the bridge on the Kentucky side.”
    “No shitting Sherlock, I was there.”
    “Sir, let me continue. They took out the lead and tail Humvees with light anti-tank weapons, and then tried to take out your limo with a TOW missile. Our fire caused their missile to miss you; however, it did rock the limo and cause you to be shaken up.”
    The first Lady said, “Our son was in the lead Humvee. Is he okay? Where is he?"
    The agent gulped and replied, “I’m sorry to tell you, but there were no survivors from the lead vehicle.”
    The first Lady fainted in the agent’s arms and the President went into an uncontrollable rage.
    “Who killed my son? I want the SOBs dead!"
     
     
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    While the rescued families were being reunited with their soldiers, the ones who remained were being relocated to a prison in the new capital of the USA. The Mayor, City Council and all City Department heads were shipped out of town and executed for failure to warn the Field Marshall about the escape plans. Their families were sent to relocation camps. The Field Marshall