Ashes - Survival In The Ashes Part 3

Lan Villar laughed at him. "Khamsin, must I remind you that you are in no position to insist upon anything?"

The Hot Wind leaned back in his chair and slowly nodded his head. "You are right, Lan," he surprised them all by admitting. "Thanks to General Raines, my forces have been very nearly destroyed."

Lan softened his usually harsh manner of speaking.

"I didn't mean to rub salt into an open wound, Khamsin. But I must point out that if we are to set up any type of empire, it must be in the United States.Europe is ... occupied, so to speak."

"As isSouth America ," Khamsin said.

The youngest of them all, Kenny Parr, had so far sat silent, listening. Young he might be, but he had his late father's natural ability as a soldier with none of the elder Parr's arrogance. And it was that arrogance that got him killed in New Africa in the early part of the government's attempts to rejoin all of theUnited States after the Great War.

Kenny finally spoke. "What Raines doesn't know is that Sister Voleta's Ninth Order is much stronger than he realizes. I've been dealing with the sister for several years. She is quite mad, of course, but brilliant in her madness; as are so many of the insane. Voleta has about five thousand personnel in reserve, scattering throughout the United States. She has called them together. They will be ma.s.sing to the west ofSt. Louis ."

Lan Villar looked at the young man, new respect in his eyes. The elder Kenny Parr, whom Lan had met inAfrica , had been a good soldier, but a rash and impatient man. The younger Kenny Parr had, so far, exhibited none of his father's imperfections.

"Go on, Kenny."

"My father warned me about General Ben Raines.

He said above all else, don't trust the man.

And don't try to outguess him. You think h.e.l.l do one thing, and Ben will turn around and do the opposite."

"I can personally attest to that," the Hot Wind blew bitterly.

"And? So?" Lan questioned. "There is a point to all this?"

"I and my men checked every military base and national guard and reserve armory betweenFlorida and Missouri. There is not one tank nor one single piece of artillery to be found. Ben Raines has it all. Thousands of pieces of artillery and hundreds of tanks. But few drivers and crews, I am thinking."

"Where are they, son?" Lan asked, putting a fatherly tone to his voice. He liked this young mercenary. He might even take him under his wing and guide him along.

"At Raines's Base Camp One."

The Hot Wind leaned forward, his eyes bright and cruel. "Then we take the camp."

"No," Kenny nixed that.

"Why not, son?" Lan asked.

"Raines has nuclear capability all around those hundreds of square miles. And he won't hesitate to use it. He doesn't want to use it. But he will if anyone attacks that secure zone."

Lan wanted nothing to do with nuclear weapons. In the hands of a man like Ben Raines, a d.a.m.n fanatic for reorganization and law and order and farms and governments and all that happy c.r.a.p, Raines would certainly use them if pushed. So Base Camp One was out. Then it dawned on Lan what Kenny had previously said. He looked at the young man and arched one eyebrow.

The young man, quite handsome in a cruel sort of way, smiled. "Yes," he said softly. "Despite our superior numbers, we've got our a.s.ses in a crack."

"What? What?" Khamsin demanded, both hands gripping the arms of his chair. "What are you talking about?"

"We have short-range artillery," Lan said, his voice low, but not at all soft. "Light mortars and nothing else. We can be very effective with enemy positions along the river. But let Raines pull his people back a few blocks, into the inner city, and we can't touch them."

"But they could, can, pound at us with impunity," Kenny added.

Sixty tanks and dozens of 81mm mortars fired from theMissouri side of the river at the same time the bridges were blown. The impacting incoming rounds knocked the men from their chairs, sending them sprawling on the floor, all of them cursing Ben Raines and his Rebels.

The men got to their knees jtast as three rounds, HE, WP, and napalm struck the building next to them and tore the center out of it, blowing out the wall facing the street and sending bricks flying through the air; lethal weapons that crushed skulls and broke the bones of any soldier they struck.

Lan Villar grabbed for a mic. "Get me the range of all incoming!" he shouted to anyone who might be listening. "All of it seems to be concentrated in this area."

During a lull in the incoming, Khamsin said, "You think Raines may be limited in range?"

"Yes," Lan said. "From the sounds of the barrage, he's using one-o-five's, ninety's and eighty-one mm. No one fifty-five's or eight-inchers. Order all troops to fall back east ofBluff Road . He can't reach us there."

Khamsin, Villar, and Parr took casualties that morning as the barrage caught them by surprise.

Probably ten percent of their troops were either blown to b.l.o.o.d.y bits, crushed by the falling buildings, or wounded so badly as to be put out of action for the duration. The Willie Peter and napalm rounds setEast St. Louis blazing from 270 in the north all the way down to the county line in the south, and from the river toWas.h.i.+ngtonPark . Rainfall had been far below normal that spring and early summer, and the city was as dry as a tinderbox.

With tons of litter on the streets and in the buildings and homes,East St. Louis went up like a huge box of matches sitting under a fireworks'

display. Flames were leaping hundreds of feet into the air, andwitha hot and very dry wind from the west, the fire was pushed rapidly to the east . . . the same direction the retreating troops were taking.

Lan Villar stopped in his retreat to turn and face the west, a grudging smile of respect on his lips. "You son of a b.i.t.c.h!" he cursed Ben Raines. "So you've won the first battle. But the war is a long way from being over." He jumped in his vehicle and hauled his terrorist a.s.s away from the advancing flames.

"Cease fire," Ben gave the orders.

He had driven up to Cecil's sector and now stood on an overpa.s.s of the Interstate, looking through binoculars at the recent carnage across the river.

A soldiers' smile creased his lips. "That'll give them something to think about, Cec. And just maybe they've fallen for our short-range ruse."

"We can't send spotter planes up," Cecil reminded Ben. "We know they have a few Stinger missiles." "As long as they keep it nonnuclear," Ben said, "so will we."

"I don't think they have nuclear capabilities, Ben. I think we're the only standing army in the world who still has that capacity."

"Let's hope."

A runner handed Ben a piece of paper. Ben read it and pa.s.sed it on to Cecil. All the designated bridges were either down or crippled so badly they could not support vehicular traffic.

"More links destroyed," Ben muttered.

"It had to be, Ben," his longtime friend said. "We had no other choice in the matter."

Ben nodded his agreement, the curt nod also silently stating that while Ben knew it had to be, he certainly didn't have to like it. "Did we receive any unfriendly fire?"

"Negative. Nowhere up and down the line did they sustain any returning fire from across the river."

"All right, that tells us that while they have the superior numbers, they don't have much in the way of artillery. Short-range mortars, probably.

Maybe some old recoilless rifles. But Cec, they didn't ma.s.s across that river for show. They know something that we don't. And Gee, why don't they have more in the way of artillery?"

Cec met his eyes. "Go on, Ben."

Before he could reply, Corrie said, "General Ike is on his way down."

Ben nodded his head. "I want prisoners. As many as we can grab. Get the interrogation teams ready and equipped. Chase doesn't like it, but he'll do it. I want to know where Lan came from, and more importantly, why. I want to know why he doesn't have more in the way of artillery. I want to know what he's running from." He smiled at the startled look on Cecil's face. "Oh, yeah, Cec. He's running from something. He probably had either Africa orEurope to play in. Why did he leave? What's going on over there?"

"Ben . . ." Cecil knew all the signs and he was reading them in his friend's face and voice. "You aren't planning on? . . ."

"Maybe. Why not? We'll change Ike from general to admiral and put him in charge of the fleet."

"Jesus, Ben!"

"Are we having a prayer meeting?" the stocky ex-Navy SEAL asked, walking up to join the group. "It's almost over here inAmerica " Ben said.

"Once this present threat is beaten back, all we'll have is the mopping up. The creepies are on the run. Malone's people are in hiding in the wilderness areas out west. Our outpost program is going even better than we dreamed it would. More and more people are realizing that we're going to reclaim this nation and are coming out of hiding to join us. We'll soon be able to field seven full battalions. That's something that those crud across the river don't realize. Why not investigate what's happening in other parts of the world?"

Ike almost choked on his bubble gum. When he stopped coughing, he yelled, "How the h.e.l.l do you propose to get over there, Ben?"

"By s.h.i.+p," Ben said, taking the offer of a cup of coffee fromJersey . "And when this is over, you're going to be in command of the flotilla, convoy, whatever the h.e.l.l it's called."

Ike started jumping up and down. He looked like a huge basketball with arms. "Have you lost your f.u.c.kin' mind?" he shouted.

"We have to know what threats face us from overseas, Ike. And I believe the threats are dangerously awesome. You both know what our intelligence people have put together concerning the Night P. Through intercepted and decoded communiques, they believe the creepies have just about taken over the world. If that's true, then it's up to us to stop them."

"Ben," Cecil said. "Those three other battalions are still several weeks away from being ready for combat," he reminded him.

Ben took a sip of coffee and shook his head.

"We don't have time." He turned to Corrie.

"b.u.mp Base Camp One, Corrie. Have them start the new battalions up this way immediately.

Spread them out south to north along Highway 63, from Rolla up to Kirks-ville. Swing the ends around to cover west to east for twenty miles."

"That's spreadin' them awful thin, Ben," Ike said, after checking a map of the state. "That's about a hundred and fifty miles of highway."

"They're not going to be fighting stand or die, Ike.

I think that the good Sister Voleta is much stronger than she's let anyone know. I think she's kept her main force under cover and I think they're going to be joining her as she and Ashley push east. All I want the new battalions to do is keep up a steady fight as they pull back toward us. Buy us some time to contain what's across the river."

"Suppose Voleta comes down from the north or up from the south?" Cecil asked.

Ben smiled. "Then we're f.u.c.ked!"

The destruction of much of the western part ofEast St .

Louis not only knocked some of the fight from Khamsin, Villar, and Parr, it also gave them some insight into the man who was in command of the Rebel army that faced them across theMississippi River .

The move also gave Ben a few extra days to get his long-range artillery up and in place.

The three new battalions of Rebels, who had been training for months at Base Camp One and at other hidden locations in the south and eastern part of the nation were on the move. The third day after the bombardment, the first of the new battalions were crossing theMissouri line and moving northward, towardKirksville . Five Battalion would occupyKirksville and stretch south sixty miles. Six Battalion would take the line from Moberly down to and includingJefferson City , and Seven Battalion would stretch from the old capital down to just south of Rolla.

These were fresh troops, with the finest equipment available and whose officers and NCO'S were all battle- tested leaders. And there was another reason for Ben's committing them to combat fresh out of training: When Ben left the sh.o.r.es ofAmerica behind him, he planned on taking three battalions with him comhis own, Ike's people, and West's mercenaries. Ben had to make sure that the people he left behind could and would fight.

On the morning of the fourth day after the killing and demoralizing artillery barrage, Dan Gray brought prisoners into Ben's CP. His Scouts had crossed the river at night and did a little silent headhunting with knives, bringing back a dozen scared but sullen prisoners.

"Villar's people are a mixed bag, General," Dan informed him. "From East European to English. No blacks."

"Kenny Parr's men?"

"The worst kind of redneck all the way."

Ben faced the prisoners. "We can do this easy or hard," he told him. "That means with or without the use of drugs, which can be unpleasant to say the least."

The men faced him silently, hate in their eyes.

"Very well," Ben said. "Dan, take them to the interrogation teams and see what we can get. When we've sucked them dry, shoot them."

"Very well, sir." "Now wait just a d.a.m.n minute!" a man blurted, his voice trembly from fear. "This is war, and prisoners are accorded some rights."

Ben stared at him. "The same kind of rights you have accorded the men and women you've kidnapped and tortured and enslaved, forcing them to work on your farms in Florida?"

The man shuffled his feet and looked awfully uncomfortable.

Another prisoner spoke, his accent giving away his East European ancestry. "If we cooperate, what do we get in return?"

"Freedom. A chance to start over once the armies across the river are defeated."

"What kind of freedom?" another asked.

"You'll be separated and placed in a Rebel-controlled zone. We call them outposts.

You'll be given a job, depending on what you're qualified to do. After successfully completing a probationary period, you'll be free men."

Four of the prisoners chose to cooperate. The others were led away.

"You're really going to shoot them, General?" Ben was asked by one of the four.

"That is correct." "Kenny don't know what he's up agin. We should have stayed in Florida."

"We would have gone there to destroy you," Ben told him. "Eventually."

The man shook his head. "I believe that. You're a devil, Ben Raines. You're worser than the ACLU, the FBI, the State Po-lice, and the IRS all combined ever thought of bein." his "That's a very interesting comparison. How many men does Kenny have in his command?"

"Fifteen hundred."

"All white trash?"

The man stirred at that; but despite his situation, he was forced to smile, very thinly. "You're goin"

to make the people knuckle under to you, ain't you, Ben Raines?"