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

did a quick U-turn, and the second tractor driven by one of his sons followed him. The Saracen stopped behind the first armored car and the second one came abreast of the first one. The two tractors retreated under the bridge and stopped in the shadows to watch the fight. There was no reason to get the vehicles damaged.
    Preston could hear several bullets ricocheting off the armor as the two ferret .30-caliber machine guns each chose a target and emptied 10 rounds per second into each vehicle. The blue car virtually disintegrated several seconds later and then blew up. The old truck became holy as the machine gunner raked its side. The Saracen then moved in to a clear path and all three vehicles concentrated their fire on the old truck, cutting it to pieces with parts thrown everywhere.
    It had taken about a minute and the guns stopped, still smoking from the heavy fire. The ferrets moved forward and there were gun shots still coming from behind the blazing car. All three guns again blew holes into anybody who moved in the vicinity.
    Then everything went quiet as the ferrets moved forward to the fires on each side of the road to inspect. Nobody got out, a turret was opened and the tractors were told to come through. They passed through the scene, and Preston’s face went white when he saw nearly a dozen dead and bloody bodies by the burning truck and several more lying around the car, which was now a mass of flames. They were all young boys and there were rifles everywhere. Preston asked Joe to stop so he could get out. So did the soldiers and bodyguards in the other vehicles. Martie, Joe, and his boys stayed away.
    It was carnage, with broken bodies everywhere. “I suppose that was necessary?” Preston asked around.
    “I believe so,” replied David walking up to him and standing with him. “I was hoping that they wouldn’t shoot, but we would have been pretty dead by the time we opened up with our weapons if we had been in a truck or a car. They aimed straight for where we were sitting, with no warning shots at all. Plus, I reckon several of them were hit before we got here. It looked like they had been going at it for some time. “Why did you get out?”
    “These guys are well-armed,” replied Preston. The sergeant and his troops stood guard, making a perimeter. “If we don’t take these with us, then other groups will find them and pick them up and we will have the same shootout somewhere else tomorrow. I can understand Will Smart’s predicament when he had to shoot those kids in California. I assume the rules of engagement have changed and that only the strongest will survive. I think we should pick up all the weapons and ammunition and hand the stuff over to the cops we saw back in Apex. I’m sure they could put it to better use than these guys.”
    “They do look like a mean bunch,” stated the sergeant.
    “I agree,” added David. “It didn’t take these guys long to go bad. On the way back, and if the vehicles have stopped burning, we should pull what’s left of them across the road. It might deter others coming here, and if they have been moved, it could mean that somebody’s in the airport.”
    “Good thinking, David,” replied Preston. “It could also serve as a visible warning if we have to fly in here. I’m hoping to fly back, so you guys do what you need to do and we can see from the air if our placement of these vehicles has been moved.”
    The convoy continued and found the gate still locked and the airport, just as they had found it yesterday.
    “Let’s look for any old vehicles in the long-term parking garages,” suggested Preston. “We could grab a lot of food from the terminal and take some supplies back to the cops to feed their people.” Everybody agreed, and after they broke the lock, the ferrets drove into the parking building and began to cruise around.
    Martie got out and inspected the aircraft on the ground. They looked in flyable condition but were all locked. It was