Free The Orphans (Book 5): Civil War by Mike Evans Page B

supplies. No reason why we can’t take some of them from you,” Doug said.             
    “We’re giving you a vehicle, and two rifles and two pistols and a box of MRE’s.” Aslin said. “Anything else you want besides that is going to have to be found. You guys are gone, not in a day, not in a week, not in a month.”
    Joe got Clary’s hand off of him and took a few steps back. He held up his hands but not in a peaceful manner. Clary said, “You realize I could snap your fucking neck at any minute? The government that you don’t believe in any longer taught me how to do that efficiently. You don’t deserve to stay here, this place is for people that care about America, and about having one again one day.”
    Joe came at Clary pulling a knife from behind his back. Clary said, “You don’t want to do it the easy way, huh?”
    Joe flipped the knife around in his hand so that the butt was facing out and the blade was towards Clary. He motioned Clary forward with his other hand. Doug yelled from across the room. “Joe, we’re leaving and that’s it. You aren’t going to make anything better by doing this. Come on and let's get out of here, man.”
    Joe shook his head no. “Are you kidding me? These guys think that they’re gods, I'm not going to just let them kick us out. I paid my taxes and I figure some of this shit is ours. These two aren’t around and we don’t got no problems anymore.”
    Joe screamed running at Clary bringing the knife swiping it left and right across his abdomen. Clary jumped a foot back narrowly avoiding the blade. When Joe brought it back a third time Clary gripped his arm and pushed sending the both of them backwards and into a lunch table. He lifted him off his feet with his right hand keeping the knife hand pinned with his left. He slammed Joe down as hard as he could into the table.
    There was a cracking noise beneath him and Clary could feel the table beginning to buckle. He lifted him one more time a few feet off the table this time with both hands and slammed him back down sending him through it and to the ground below. When Joe tried to push back up with knife in hand Clary brought a giant of a fist down into his face, knocking the man back into the mess of broken table and sending him to peaceful slumber.
    Doug shook his head in disbelief at what was happening. He watched Clary waiting to see if Joe was done getting his beat down or if there would be more. When Joe did not try to get up Clary pulled him out of the wrecked table, taking his knife and patting him down to make sure that he didn’t have anything else on him.
    When he found a baggie filled with pills stamped with smiley faces he put those in his pocket. He could hear the groan of Doug as he did this. Clary said, “You get a car today, and you leave. I’m not talking about a base truck either, there are plenty of civilian cars we’ve found with keys hidden under tires and left unlocked. You get this piece of shit, and the two of you leave. You don’t come back. I’ll be watching you until you are out of sight. The guards on duty will know to keep an eye out for you. Everyone knows who you are so do not try sneaking back onto this base or I promise you there will be crosshairs on your chest the next time that we meet.”
    Doug was walking slowly hands away from his side to get Joe off the ground. “So where do you expect us to go?”
    “To hell, but between now and then, I don’t care what you do. You just get the fuck off this base and stay off it.”
    Doug said, “We aren’t going to make it, we aren’t clever people.”
    Clary walked straight for him and dragged Joe by one hand, and gripped Doug by the back of the neck with everything he had. The man winced immediately ducking down and he forced him to walk out the door using his head to open it. When he made it out he saw there was a crowd. He looked to Patrick and Kya and said, “Patrick, I want two rifles, two pistols, and a can of