Free Prepper's Crucible - Volume Six: The End by Bobby Andrews Page B

well
armed.”
    “Why don’t we ask for their surrender?”
    Cory thought for a minute and said, “ get on the radio and tell everyone to hold fast while I talk
to the general.”
    “On it.”
    Cory got up, leaned out the window, and yelled,
“General Sanchez. I want to meet you at the gate under a white flag.” A long
moment passed and Cory heard the reply, “yes, but come unarmed and without your
men.” Cory was surprised that the man’s English was unaccented, but shrugged it
off as unimportant.
    “Agreed,” he yelled back.
    Cory turned to Eric and said, “ do we have a Barrett on the front of the compound?”
    “We have two: one on each corner on the roof at the
Palace Saloon. They both have line of sight on the front gate.”
    “Tell them to zero in on the general and take him
out if I raise my right hand and run it through my hair.”
    “Done.”
    Cory removed his holster and placed it on the floor
of the building, walked to the back entrance, and told Eric, “ if I go down, you take them out. We need to end this now.”
    “I don’t think this is smart.”
    “It’s probably not, but this is going to be a real
bloodbath if we can’t get surrender. We don’t have the
air support we thought we would have when we planned this. There has been
enough death and sadness in this fight to last me a lifetime. I have to go and
see if we can work this out without further loss of life.”
    Cory walked to the back door and exited the
building, walked down the side until he came to the sidewalk on the plaza, and
proceeded to the front gate of the compound that now surrounded the court house . He stopped in front of the gate, held his hands
out to his sides with the palms facing toward the building, and waited for the
other side to appear. The massive entrance to the building opened and a man in
a dress uniform walked out. He approached Cory and stopped on the other side of
the gate.
    “You want our surrender?” he said as he approached,
stopping short of the gate that surrounded the compound. He was a large man,
burly, and his black eyes seemed to glow with a fierceness born in anger.
    “Yes.”
    “Not going to happen,” the man replied. Cory studied
him for a moment before replying, “ no reason to get
all these men killed when your Army is already on the run back to the border.”
    “This will be our Alamo.” His tone was mild, but his
eyes continued to glow.
    “That didn’t end too well for us.”
    “It created something good. It’s a story of bravery
unsurpassed until now.”
    “Why don’t you take a few minutes to think it over?”
    “I already have. You better go now.” He turned on
his heels and walked back into the building.
    “No luck,” Cory told Eric when he stepped through
the door.
    “We need to use the Barretts to take out as many of the crew-served weapons as we can. Get the spotters to
identify those targets and tell them to call us and let us know when they’re
ready.” Cory stood silently, desperately attempting to think of some way to
keep his casualty rate down, while Eric went to the radio and whispered quietly
into the microphone. After a minute, he returned and waited for further orders.
Cory’s face suddenly lit up.
    “What is it?” Eric asked.
    “Come with me.” They went to the last window of the
building they occupied, where Cory pointed toward the northeast corner of the
courthouse. “Tell the sappers to make their approach directly at the corners of
the buildings before tossing the grenades into the windows. That will leave the
Mexicans only the two corner sets of windows to engage from .
All the other windows won’t have an angle of fire.”
    “Of course. That makes
sense.”
    “Okay. Now check out the heavy
machine gun on the second floor on the windows to the right as we face
the corner. You see how he has the barrel pointed as far to the right as it
goes?”
    “Yes.”
    “Follow a path from the barrel to the building
across the street.”
    “It