Tom Locke: Surviving Today XXXIX

Tom Locke: Surviving Today XXXIX

July 26, 2015 Tom Locke 0

Every Thursday here at http://www.iamliberty.wordpress.com stay tuned for another exciting chapter in Tom Locke’s story. Its not dystopian but, have mercy, its one man’s survival.

In a deafening and frightening succession the cabins began to explode. Tom Locke flinched hard as each disintegrated into a splintered fireball. Thick black smoke billowed into the air like some sort of mythical hydra.

The high pitched ring from the first blast had not worn off. Tom looked at the agent as she took a comfortable kneeling stance behind a large pine. She settled into her position and peered through the scope of a large rifle that had been stowed at the forests edge. He marvled at her and thought of a quote by the great Genenral George S. Patton.

“Battle is the most magnificent competition in which a human being can indulge. It brings out all that is best; it removes all that is base. All men are afraid in battle. The coward is the one who lets his fear overcome his sense of duty. Duty is the essence of manhood.”

The smoke and cinders began to dissipate and just beyond you could make out silhouettes. Fuzzy head shapes and dark fuzzy bodies. Agent Killeen fired smoothly and confidently at the dark silhouettes. She was confident that her men had taken cover and were well out of harms way. She knew their implant, the imam, in the woods edge as well. So one by one she felled the jihadists likeasede+ trees.

Tom was uneasy and he thought of Najair as the bodies continued to fall. The agents fire was soon echoed by others until itwas clear the entire base was in a hail of flanking gunfire.

Having walked through the camp and having seen the sheer numbers he knew this was going to take some time. He raised his rifle and moved the sights over the first target that didn’t look like Najair. He pulled the trigger and watched the man fall.

“It’s time to move!” Agent Killeen  shouted over the calamity.

Her words were almost immediately followed by a hail of gunfire towards their location. They moved quickly behind trees and rocks. The company would shift angles every 2:00 minutes creating a new direction of gunfire and a new set of targets. This would make their forces seem larger to those under attack.

As the return fire cracked off in the distance it became clear. The monster of Islamic terror had begun to roar and it’s breath was of hot lead. Unfortunately the beast was surrounded by tamers with piercing, lightning fast whips.

 

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