Freedom 95, Story

Freedom 95

So after speaking to a few people and getting some new ideas I am going to continue to write the story but due to thieves these days I will not post it online. Instead those will be the teasers for you to pick up the book online through the itunes bookstore. My target release date is August 26th 2012 and if you know me then you will know the significance of this date. I do all of you do pick up the book and enjoy it and support me in the two sequals that I am thinking about. but for now one at a time and yes they will be cheap.

Freedom 95, Story

Freedom 95

Chapter 3 — Rally

The Cherry Blossom Hotel, Charlottesville Virginia 23:38hrs

Standing in front of the Cherry Blossom Hotel is a fresh soldier from the Blue Ridge Mountains along side him another private who has been around for a short time. They both stand watch over the hotel, their mission keep Colonel Ironwall safe. The freshy notices a blonde beautiful woman walking out of the beautiful hotel. All of a sudden Boom, their hearts drop, he forgets about the angel he just saw, and the Freshy turns to the hotel and they both run in.

Knowing immediately which room the Colonel is in the fight through the oncoming horde of scared residents fighting their way down the narrow halls and up the stairs. The Freshy keeps on going as the other private become encased in scared persons trying to flee. The hall is full of smoke and upon reaching the Colonels door the Freshy can tell the explosion was an attack. The door is stuck with debre and broken furniture, he finally pushes it open and looks at the wall, the ceramic plates did their job and reduced the blast significantly.

Freshy scours the room and finding the Colonel laying on the floor next to the bed. He slaps the Colonel. “Sir it’s Private Matt Allison, there has been an explosion we need to leave.” Ironwall opens his eyes in a very eary and immediate way, “I know son.” Allison helps the Colonel to his feet and begins to walk him out of the room. Ironwall quickly reaches for the mylar map sitting under the broken chair. Just as they reach the hall the other private joins them. With a quick salute and a demeaning look from the Colonel the proceed. “No we must not leave through the front, whom ever tried to kill me needs to believe that I am dead for now.” “Which way should we go sir?” “This way leads to a utility dumb waiter, we can use that and leave through the tunnel in the basement.”

At a slow and grueling pace they each go down the dumb waiter and reach the basement. With Allison holding the great Ironwall up the other private leads the way out. The emerge from the tunnel into a creek bed and a pick up truck is hiding in the bushes their for them. The other private looks in and breaks the window. “Now son why on earth would you break that window when you see that the truck is hidden for a reason?” “sorry sir I thought it was someone else’s.” Ironwall motions to Allison to take the driver seat. To the other private Ironwall says “thank you my boy, Allison can get me the rest of the way, make your way back to your unit and meet us at Bull Run.

Allison starts the truck and with a loud roar and heavy foot on the pedal they zoom away into the darkness. “I still can’t believe that private broke the window on one of my favorite trucks!” ripping open his shirt Ironwall inspects his own damages, just a few minor cuts the Dragon Skin Armor kept back two bigger pieces of scrap. “Looks like you need a new vest sir,” “yes it looks that way.”

Virginia Militia Staging Grounds, Bull Run Virginia, 03:57hrs

A few hours later, after driving through the back and broken down roads they reach Bull Run. Tent after tent after tent 5000 Virginians ready to fight back, and their boss has just come back with the battle plan to start the war. Ironwall departs the truck, “take the truck to the motor-pool, have them load it up with plenty of ammo and rations.” Allison drives away thinking deeply about the night and still struggling to remember the face of the angel which he saw earlier that evening. “I guess we will be moving out soon, I was really hoping to go back and find that girl” Allison says to himself.

Ironwall makes his way to the command tent where all of the senior enlisted and officers are already waiting for him. They all come to attention and shut up as Ironwall opens the flap. “Gentlemen, we move out in 48 hours, and will rendezvous with the rest of the just in Alexandria then we will attack our targets. Full mission briefing at 13:00 hrs and in the mean time get everyone starting to pack up and get ecintual gear from the quartermaster. Dismissed!”

Freedom 95, Story

Freedom 95

Chapter 2 — Lust

A beautiful blonde woman strolls down the road catching the eye of every man and boy as she walks down the heavy populated street. She grins as she follows her prey, her paid target, her mission. Ahead of her walks the man she is paid to kill.

The Cherry Blossom Hotel, Charlottesville Virginia 22:50 hrs

Colonel Ironwall enters through the marvelous there hold into a brightly lite and beautiful grand lobby. As he approaches the counter he is welcomed by a middle aged black woman, “Welcome back to the Cherry Blossom, Colonel it is always an honor to have you here. Same room as always sir?” “Yes please Giselle.” Suddenly a woman stumbles over the Colonels bag at the counter. Ironwall extends his hand “I am sorry the bag was in your way let me help you.” “No by all means my apologies I was stunned to recognize the same Colonel Ironwall that we hear stories about in the same hotel as I, my name is Charlie Park.” Not giving her real name she is proud of how well things are going but it is time to finish this she thinks.

As she is helped up by Ironwall she asks for a room for the night. Coincidentally she has booked all the rooms for the night under a different name as to leave just one room open. “We actually only have one other room available, room 419.” “Well I think Giselle here is trying to say something” as Ironwall winks at Giselle he offers to carry Charlie’s bag for which he does not know has the tool for his destruction.

Along the way to the room they offer only slight glances and smiles towards each other. Finally upon reaching the 4th floor, “So what brings you to Charlottesville Ms. Park?” “Oh um, I am here on business, my Father is a mechanic and he is thinking about setting up a school.” “Wonderful to hear that we are in high demand for mechanics, they are in short supply after attacks.” “I couldn’t agree more, if we are going to move ahead as a country… Or as states we need men who can rebuild the machines to lead us.” Ironwall noticed the slight pause after she said “Country” did she slip up?
Something is out of place? He was unsure and so was she. She could not believe how she just slipped up saying the one thing that points her to the North. Ironwall sees her to her room and says good night and walks to his room before Charlie can lure him into her room for the kill. But why did she slip up? Yes he was attractive and handsome but she has killed before with no hesitation but she couldn’t pull it off when she had the chance.

Sitting on the bed thinking what she must do next. Thoughts run thru her head of the evil man her father made Ironwall out to be. The man who kills women and children, whom steals money and takes power for his own. This can not be the same man that she just met. She grabs a glass and listens through the wall. Ironwall is writing a letter of last will explaining the attack on the bridge. She freezes, he is going to take out the life line to the North, a way of getting food to the hungry in the North… She know what she must do. She plants the explosive against the wall, she will take out Ironwall and head North to warn the bridge of the attack even though she is unsure of when exactly she can not let it happen.

She sets the clock for three long minutes and makes her way. There is no way he can escape, no way he can live, she will be the hero that protected the North. She makes it to the lobby, 45 seconds left, she could have sworn its been more than 10 minutes since she left. As the walks out side and steps off the curb…. she has done it. BOOM!

Freedom 95, Story

Freedom 95

July 4th 2012… The cold hard blast shakes the house, an emp…. Multiple emps … Good night USA

14 years later….

* the New Republic of America emerges from the darkness. The age of the geek is over, with no computers, no advanced technology, no Internet and the gun being the way of life the North pushes the way for a military rule by Major General Albert Christon. The South fights back…

The south rebels for independent state rule. The Fat Cats up north have turned to the mafia families and have raided the gold stores at wall street and Fort Knox. With Major General Christon in charge of the military and the self appointed president of the New Republic of America Benjamin Davey rules with out mercy acting as judge and jury. The Bill of Rights is no more and people can barely live.

The North hold the remains of luxury of living with servants and material wealth. The South has brought back the ways of large farms and agriculture yet is very poor. All produced in the south is hauled North in large military convoys leaving just scraps and crumbs behind. In the west those that lived in the plains died from hunger and moved further west or east however those that moved west perished during the Wave of 2021. The Wave left marsh and flooding from the coast to the Rockies with few survivors.

With the rest of the world dark and little is known about the Russian war machine spreading thru Asia and Europe, the focus is at home. A plan is constructed to gain freedom and state rule. Colonel Trigne Ironwall, Commanding Officer of the Virginia Militia, devises a war plan to gain freedom.

Chapter 1 — Architect

Smithfield Bar, Charlottesville, Virginia – June 6th, 2026 21:08hrs

In a dark musky bar full of low rambling and despair faces, Colonel Ironwall meets with fellow officers to discuss the raids further south against daily convoys. “Why should we stop attacking? We must protect our loved ones.” Ironwall looks up from his warm beer at a young Leutiant, his patch is from the Georgia 100, “Understand Leutiant, I am not suggesting we back down but rash attacks that case more casutiles on our side must be restructured.” Ironwall refills his beer from the pitcher,” I respect the Georgia 100 and what happened at Savanna but we must not rush things otherwise this movement will faultier.” Captain Tueel, of the Carolina 5th Battalion, “so what is the plan? Colonel O’Shea is getting anxious and want to strike Fort Sumpter.”

“We strike the Wilson Bridge.” Everyone looks up at the bartender in confusion. Only Ironwall has a grin on his face, “precisely, we take out the only crossing of the Potomac and hold the crossing at Alexandria.” Captain Tueel looks back at the bartender, “who said anything about bringing a bar with us? Why should you come?” The bartender states that he is 1st Sergeant Peterson of the Old USA Army and is the one who is keeping an eye out for troublemakers trying to alert the north.

Ironwall nods at the 1st Sergeant, “and we appreciate it, gentlemen, this is why I chose this location because I know we are protected and we can be the Architects of our rebellion against the North.” Ironwall gestures toward the table and the bartender and a guard flip the table over with apparent carving within the wood, Ironwall unrolls a Mylar map on the table and the carving become symbols on the map.

“The plan is to strike the bridge on April 5th at 19:00 hrs, as the sun is going down behind the troops ahead will be blinded as we attack on the eastern and southern posts of the bridge. As we attack the bridge a squad of Sappers will swim and attach shaped charges to the pillars of the bridge near the western shore and at 21:00 hrs the demolition will commence.”

“The Georgia 100 and the Carolina 5th and 7th will attack from the South while the Virginia 1st lead by me will attack the East. The Mississippi Sappers and the Mississippi Shockers will take out the bridge and heavy shore batteries.” Ironwall looks up and says “this is the plan and we will be striking them hard so expect losses. Let your commanders know.” He rolls up the map and walks out of the bar. Everyone goes into private whispers and the table is flipped back over and carried to the store room. As he walks out he looks toward the blonde woman near the corner near the door and gives a cute grin. What he doesn’t know is that she was waiting on him and knew he would notice her.

 

[Chapter 2]