Forgotten Forbidden America:: Patriots Reborn (8 page)

“How many dissidents are you holding now?” Matt asked, moving up beside Nelson as they followed the deputy down a hall. From around the church, they could hear people talking and screams from somewhere inside.

“One hundred and four,” the deputy said, stopping at a door. “Agent Jakowski is in the rec hall.”

“I know you know how to open a door; I’ve seen you do it. Open the door, let us in, and follow us inside. While we take Jakowski into custody, make sure no one else comes in, or you will be number one hundred and five,” Nelson said, staring at the deputy behind his sunglasses.

“Yes sir,” the deputy said, yanking the door open.

Nelson stormed in the room to find another blond, lean, and fit man sitting at a folding table watching porn on a laptop. “Agent Jakowski, I’m State SAC Homeland Agent Kent. You are requested to the command substation to answer charges of giving unauthorized food to dissidents before they are transferred to St. Louis.”

Jakowski jumped up, and Matt and Nelson pulled their pistols. “Whoa, hey man, no need for that. I no give food out,” he said, struggling with his TV English.

“If this is unwarranted, then you will be released back to active duty. Agent Stonavitch has already said the people on the last bus to St. Louis were lying, but we have to make sure,” Nelson said as Matt moved behind Jakowski, putting handcuffs on him.

“Ivan tell it like it is; we don’t even give food to bitches that suck us,” Jakowski said as Matt locked the cuffs.

Matt forced Jakowski in a seat and closed his laptop as Nelson keyed his radio. “In custody,” he said, turning to the deputy. “Deputy, you have done well. When I get back to St. Louis, I think I’ll have to promote you around here.”

The deputy grinned, looking off as Nelson pulled out his spring-assisted knife, flipped it open as he brought his hand up, and quickly swiped the blade across the deputy’s throat. Stepping aside as a fountain of blood shot out, Nelson watched the deputy grab his throat, making gargling sounds as he dropped to his knees. Before Jakowski could yell, Matt drove his fist into the back of his head, knocking him out.

Nelson watched the deputy fall to the floor, and the light slowly left his eyes. “Guess you don’t get the promotion,” Nelson said, bending down and taking the Taser gun off his belt. Flipping the switch to contact, Nelson walked over to the unconscious Jakowski and pushed the Taser into his shoulder and pulled the trigger.

Jakowski’s body jerked as the voltage hit him, making him slide out of the chair onto the floor. “Always wanted to do that,” Nelson said, grinning and looking at the Taser.

“Fun, isn’t it?” Matt grinned as he stomped Jakowski’s face. Matt pulled out a roll of duct tape, taped Jakowski’s mouth, and put a hood over his head. “Let me get the woman by the door, then let’s move to the other side where the deputies take their breaks.”

Taking off his sunglasses, Nelson nodded as Matt pulled out the 1911, press checked it, and walked out. With his hand behind his back, Matt strolled over to the lady as she looked up. Matt raised the pistol and pulled the trigger as the gun went
pfft
like a nail gun, making the lady’s head yank back. The monitors behind her were covered in blood and brains.

“Party’s started,” Nelson said on his radio, pulling the UMP out from under his windbreaker.

Matt moved over beside him. “I swear that was really fucking loud,” he said, moving down the hall.

“With all the noise in here, it should have gone unnoticed,” Nelson said as they moved down the hall. They heard a woman scream behind a door to their right and stopped, seeing it was the preacher’s office. “I don’t think she’s giving confession.”

“I have it,” Matt said, holding up the pistol, and eased the door open. Nelson raised his submachine gun, covering the hall as Matt went inside.

Walking in, Matt saw a young girl bent over and tied to the desk as a deputy with his pants at his ankles raped her. Lowering his pistol, Matt pulled out his knife and flipped the blade open. He yanked the man’s head back and nearly decapitated the deputy as he sliced through his throat.

The woman stopped screaming as the man quit thrusting and felt hot, sticky fluid covering her back. She looked down at the desk and saw blood then slowly turned her head to see the head of the deputy barely connected to the body as jets of blood spurted out.

Matt let the body fall as she took a breath to scream, and he lunged forward, covering her mouth. “We are here to rescue you, but if you scream, they will come and continue this; do you understand?” Matt whispered. The young girl cried with thankfulness and nodded. “Don’t leave this room, or you could get shot. When it is over, I’ll come and get you so you can leave. I want you to sit in that chair, and every few seconds, scream like you were, okay?” he asked, and the girl nodded.

Slowly, Matt took his hand off her mouth. “Are they doing this to any other girls not in the worship hall?”

“In the cafeteria, they have some girls tied up at the end of the hall,” she said in a low voice.

“We were told two officers are always back there, and three are out in the worship hall. Is that right?”

“Yes, unless some are in the bathroom right down the hall.”

Matt cut her hands and legs loose. “Stay here, and when we are done, I will come and get you.”

She scurried over behind the desk as Matt walked out. Nelson moved down the hall with Matt behind him when the girl in the office screamed out, making Nelson stop. “She’s doing that to cover for us,” Matt said, moving past him.

He stopped beside the bathrooms. Pointing at the door, Nelson nodded as Matt eased in the ladies’ bathroom first and found it empty. When Matt came out, Nelson eased into the men’s room and saw a stall door closed. “Grady, you done with that little girl yet?” a male voice asked.

Need to work on sneaking in,
Nelson thought, pulling his knife out and easing the blade open. “Not yet,” Nelson said, clearing his throat to try and disguise his voice.

“Damn, Grady, that girl have you screaming,” the voice said as the door unlatched. Nelson shoved the door open as the deputy was standing up. Driving the knife up, Nelson buried it in the deputy’s neck then pushed it across, severing half the neck.

“Don’t forget to wash your hands,” Nelson said, stepping back and letting the deputy fall as blood spurted out of his neck. When the deputy started flailing, Nelson pulled out the Taser and shocked him. The deputy gave a spasm then became still as the blood continued to pour. “I hate tattletales.”

As Nelson stepped back into the hall, Matt whispered, “Should only be one more then the three in the worship hall.” Nelson nodded as Matt led the way down the hall then stopped at a door marked, “Cafeteria.”

“Together,” Nelson whispered as a woman screamed behind the door. Matt nodded as Nelson eased the door open. They found a man on top of a woman tied up on the floor. Looking around and only seeing another woman tied up in a corner, Matt walked over, yanking the man’s head back and dragging his knife across his throat.

“You know, that is very satisfying,” Matt said, shoving the man off the woman as he grasped at his throat, trying to hold it together. The woman looked up at him, and Matt brought his fingers to his lips. “Don’t, or more will come, and we can’t free you,” he whispered, and the woman nodded.

“Thank you,” she whimpered. “Can I go to my daughter?” she asked pointing to the corner.

“Yes ma’am,” Matt said, cutting her loose. “Do the guards stay in one spot in the worship hall?”

She got up, trying to cover her body with her torn clothing. “Yes, one always stays behind the podium, and the other two stay by the front doors. I don’t know why because they are chained shut,” she said, moving over to the young girl curled up in the corner.

Matt turned to find Nelson looking at him. “What?” Matt asked.

“How much blood do I have on me?” Nelson asked.

“Just some on your face and windbreaker.”

Nelson moved over to a sink and washed it off as best he could. “I’m going to go in and call them up to the podium,” Nelson said as Matt took his blood-soaked windbreaker off.

“I’m ready,” Matt said, holstering the 1911 and bringing up the UMP. Matt followed Nelson out, and Nelson took the choir entrance to the raised area of the worship hall. “That Palmer really did a good job of giving a building layout,” Matt mumbled, following Nelson up the steps.

“I’m SAC Homeland Agent Kent,” Nelson said, stepping out and holding up his badge. “You officers in the back, get up here. Buses are en route to pick up these dissidents early. We have a large group coming in from Fremont this afternoon.”

The two officers in back ran down the middle aisle as people jumped out of their way. As they came up the steps, Nelson raised his UMP to the deputy beside him, and Matt stepped out, aiming at the two coming up the stairs. “April fools,” Nelson said, squeezing the trigger and sending three rounds into the deputy’s chest, making him cry out.

Matt sent a three-round burst into one deputy’s chest then swung his aim, pressing the trigger to send three rounds into the other deputy’s neck and face. People in the worship hall screamed and moved to the sides as Nelson stepped up, squeezing a round in the face of the deputy he had shot.

Nelson reached down and pulled his balaclava over his head, leaving only his eyes exposed. Seeing that Matt did the same, Nelson held up a hand. “Quiet, or more will come and just kill you outright!” he shouted.

The group quieted down as Nelson spoke. “We came to free you. All of you have been marked for execution by the government,” Nelson said, knowing that many of these would die one way or the other if they ended up in the camps. “I suggest you leave quickly and quietly out the back. Hit the trees, and get to an area or person you know that will help. Don’t go anywhere near a city. They are sympathizers with the government; that’s why they are still there. Head to a farm or one of the Free States.”

“Can’t you take us?” a man called out.

“Dude, we just killed their stooges. They are coming, and we intend to fight them. It will buy you some time. Don’t stay inside because we are destroying the building and hope they think all of you died in here so they don’t look for you anymore.”

“So you can’t help us?” a woman called out.

“We just killed the fuckers who were raping the women and taking you to be executed as traitors of the new United States. What the fuck do you think we just did? I call that helping a whole fucking lot.”

“Where do we go?” a young boy said up front.

“Away from here,” Nelson said as another boy stepped up, and Nelson shook his head, realizing he was looking at twins.

“They took our mom and dad outside yesterday. There wasn’t a bus, but we heard gunshots.”

“You two sit,” Nelson said. “The rest of you need to boogie. When the rest show up, we are only delaying them for a few minutes then leaving, making them follow us. Head south to Arkansas, and try to get to a free state. I’m tired of talking, so move. We are rigging the church to blow up and burn down. Ease out the back, or get burnt. Your choice.”

As Nelson talked, Matt led the other women in, and when the others saw them, they gasped. No one ever returned from the back. The group filed past Matt and out the back of the church as Nelson motioned the twins up to him. “What’re your names?”

“Alex and Adam,” one said and pointed at himself. “I’m Alex,” he said, and Nelson noticed he had longer, brown hair.

“Where did your mom and dad work?” Nelson asked.

“Dad owned a gun store at home that sold guns on the internet, and Mom helped him,” Alex said.

Knowing that wasn’t good, Nelson looked at the two boys. “You have any other relatives?”

“Dad had a sister in Miami, and his mom and dad live in Chicago. Mom’s parents live in Kansas City,” Alex said.

“You two will follow me. Don’t talk, and do exactly what I say. Understand?”

“Yes sir,” Adam finally spoke up.

Nelson keyed his radio. “Party’s over; moving to the door.” They followed Nelson out of the worship hall back to the side entrance where Michelle was standing at the door, holding his and Matt’s gear with a duffel bag at her feet.

“Who are the boys?” she asked, smiling at them.

“Parents owned a gun store and were taken outside yesterday,” Nelson said, taking off his windbreaker and UMP. Matt and Nelson grabbed their gear and ARs, putting them on.

Swallowing hard so she wouldn’t cry, Michelle leaned over, pulled down her balaclava, and patted the boys’ heads. “I’m Michelle. That one is my husband, Nelson,” she said, nodding toward Nelson. “The giant is Matt. Don’t worry; they are only mean to people that deserve it.”

The boys nodded, trying not to look at the woman behind them with her head blown open. “Get them in the Bronco. Matt and I will get our package,” Nelson said as Matt bent over, picking up the large, duffle bag Michelle brought in. “And make a side trip.” Nelson smiled.

“We leave in five, buddy boy,” Michelle said, opening the door and leading the boys out as she pulled the balaclava back over her head. Gerald was shocked to see two preteen boys follow Michelle out and jump in the back as she opened the door.

“Picking up strays?”

“Gerald, keep on, and I’ll cut your dick off and strangle you with it,” Michelle hissed.