Free INVASION USA (Book 2) - The Battle For New York by T I WADE

center. We have several days of gas and supplies, but naturally we would like to go home to our families at some point. We’ve all been on duty since New Year’s Eve, and don’t really know what’s happening. What is going on out there?” he asked.
    Preston gave him a brief rundown of what he knew, and the Air Force sergeant told him that they would be back in 24 hours with a guard detail and supplies. They also explained that there was no way they could help get the staff home, unless one of the group had an older than 1985 vehicle. Two of the power plant’s security guards stated that they did, and Preston explained that any vehicles older than 1985 still worked and that they were priceless at the moment.
    The two guards offered to get everyone home. Preston suggested that somebody who knew the workings of the power station should stay at the plant at all times until further notice. They agreed to break into shifts, and there were a couple of dozen other employees that they could go and find.
    The armored car convoy left two men to add to the guard detail, and helped stand the outside gate back up as good as possible, and then returned to US 64 to drive towards the airport.
    As they got closer to RDU, they saw more fires in the suburban areas. Houses were now on fire here and there. They saw the odd movement—people driving around on lawn tractors and such—and Preston thought that this might be the only form of transportation in the United States for the foreseeable future. It was slow, but you could get to the supermarket on lawn tractors and take your loot home!
    Several other cars were spotted driving around Apex as the convoy drove north along 55 towards the airport. Several shops were on fire. A supermarket had dozens of people running around outside and one or two vehicles were driving around. They were looked at from all directions, but not a shot was fired.
    They got to the turnoff to the main street and found that it was blocked off by a couple of armed men wearing dirty police uniforms and white armbands on their left arms. At the power station, Preston had jumped into the front cab of the front tractor with Joe and he sat with a soldier who had an M-4 carbine at the ready.
    They stopped. “Who are you?” asked one of the men, feeling a little overpowered by the amount of firepower that had just driven up. He wouldn’t have had much of a chance if these were vigilantes. Preston got down from the truck’s cab and went over to talk to the policemen. They had crowd barricades up, much like those at a football stadium.
    “I’m Preston Strong,” he introduced himself. “I live and own a farm in Apex out towards the lake. Are you real cops?”
    “Yes,” replied the man who had asked them the first question. “There are six of us at three barricades around Apex and we are starting a neighborhood watch until the power gets turned back on again. We all live in the Apex area and are trying to stop the supermarkets from being ransacked here in town, as well as any trouble makers. We have shot three people so far, but they shot at us first. We have our shotguns from our police cruisers to keep the peace.”
    “Can you show me police identification?” Preston asked.
    “First, tell me who you are. Those are armored personnel carriers I’ve seen at a show. Are they U.S. military?” the man asked.
    David got out of the rear armored car and came up to the roadblock. “I know this man,” he said. “I’ve met him a couple of times. He is an Apex policeman, I can verify that.”
    “Yes, and I remember you—you own these babies. What I would give for one of these at the moment!”
    Preston shouted to the sergeant in the Saracen to come out, which he did. The policeman was even more relieved to see real U.S. Air Force clothing, and put his shotgun down.
    “Do we have an extra carbine and a few boxes of ammo for this man?” Preston asked. The two military men swopped IDs and both verified each