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Re: Green Eyed Monster

Post by Bearcat » Sat Jun 29, 2013 12:42 pm

Well this just got weird. I thought those guys stalking the house were cops watching a drug lord or something. Not sure what Alden has to do with any of this as he seems pretty clueless to the whole situation.

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Re: Green Eyed Monster

Post by maldon007 » Thu Aug 22, 2013 12:14 am

He doesn't either :lol:


49.1

Alden Wilkins had never ridden in a helicopter before, and didn’t really care for it. It might have been the stomach churning maneuvers or the being cuffed and strapped to the hard metal floor. Most likely it was the fear he & his daughter were going to rot in some cell for god knows what reason. Though one reason did come to mind, his work on the nitrogen allotrope… Maybe it was deemed to be dangerous in the present situation. Even so, how would anyone have found out? He had asked a few questions on some engineering and chemistry forums but nothing that would give away the equations he had been working on, just vague stuff.

The asshole apparently in charge was seated to Alden’s left and above, in a jump seat. His turned and leaned over, menacingly. “So you’re a chemical engineer, yes?” McCloyd asked him, through a radio in the helmet thing that had been shoved onto Alden’s head.

“Yes… so what?” He replied, not sure if the man could hear him over the deafening engine and wind.

Clearly he did. “So, what are you working on in your off time?... You’re little chemistry project, tell me about it.”

Alden nearly choked and though he tried to hide it, he was pretty sure his eyes bugged out a bit. It just didn’t make sense, all this over some unfinished fuel formulation?... by an unknown, unimportant nobody? If he completed the formula and it worked as predicted, he would certainly be a rich man, that is, in the old world. In the new world of monsters and martial law, it seemed almost a liability. And without ADM’s resources to borrow, the odds of him ever completing it were slim to none… Alden decided right then it was not worth it, maybe the government could use it to help rebuild infrastructure when this was all over.

A defeated look swept Alden’s features and his shoulders sank. “fine… what do you want to know?”

“Who are you working with?” McCloyd asked in a monotone, hiding his surprise at Wilkins’ prompt acquiescence.

Alden’s eyebrows scrunched up in confusion. “Uh, what do you mean?”

“Holy shit! Is that the guard base?” Kathy Jeffscott exclaimed form the copilot seat, having switched with McCloyd to allow him some face time with their new passenger.

“Yup, or just east of it.” Chisholm chimed in over the com. A few miles ahead, a large black smoke ring rose into the sky. They couldn’t see the nearly identical dark grey mushroom rising behind them.

…..

Maresa gingerly shook the broken glass out of her hair and dusted it off her pants. Her ears rang from the gunshots and whatever just exploded outside. Every window on the north side of the house was broken or cracked.

“Are you ok?” Tom asked in a voice too loud, obviously being hearing impaired as well. A dozen small bloody cuts covered his face, a few still having small shards of glass sticking out.

She double checked her arms and legs and felt no injuries. “Yes… I think, can someone tell me what the hell happened? Is that guy… gone?”

Tom nodded slowly. “Yeah, he fell on his own grenade, pretty noble of him I must say.”

“I… what?... His grenade?” Maresa shook her head in disbelief.

Jordan Parks came down the stairs, looking as pale as a black man can look. He didn’t say anything, but leaned the rifle down against the wall and sat heavily on one of the kitchen chairs. Staring blankly at the broken window, he said nothing.

“Jordan?...” Maresa asked, being fairly certain he was in some degree of shock.

It took him a couple of seconds to break the trance he was in, and still not looking away from the window, he replied in a quiet monotone. “…Yes, Maresa?... What is it?”

“Are you… hurt?” She asked.

“Nope, just never shot anyone in the head before.” He stared down at his shoes & patted his knees absently.

Jedediah Lieus had just come in from the back. Not breaking stride, he asked. “Did anyone get hurt in here?”

“Looks like cuts and bruises… and damaged psyches only.” Tom said, while pulling a splinter of glass from his forehead.

“I’m good!” Lester Hynemin yelled from the front hall.

Tom looked at Jedediah. “Your Jed, right?... You wanna come out with me and check the area… and that crazy fucker’s uh… remains?”

“Sure.” He replied, then unslung his AKM. “…So you know, I got maybe fifteen rounds left & no extra mags.”

Tom only nodded as the two headed out the front door. Without a word, Lester set himself up in the front in the partly open front door, covering them from there.

…..

“So… why would the military leave one guy behind after an operation? And why would the military have greenie soldiers?” Tom asked, mostly thinking out loud.

Jedediah cut the corner on the front of the house, finding the crazed attacker right where he last saw him, laying face down in a bloody burnt spot on the ground. “I don’t think they would… Al said some special forces guy was stalking around. That was before the chopper put down I think. Then all the gun-fighting… Maybe the chopper crew was fighting against this guy too.”

Jed started to poke the charred corpse with the muzzle of his rifle but Tom warned him off. “Whoa! That shit is communicable.”

“Shit, forgot he was a greenie for a minute… but he doesn’t look green.” Both knelt down to get a better look, while keeping what they hoped was a safe distance. The left side of the man’s face was turned up and normal skin-toned flesh was clearly visible.

Jedediah got even closer. “Look at that shit, those scrapes, probably shrapnel… The layer below, it IS green… But the surface is like, painted skin color of something.

“We saw one that had makeup on, but we figured it must have been his family that put it on, maybe to hide that he was infected… But that one was your standard dumb greenie, this thing… a smart one that can use weapons like a damn ranger, I don’t get it.”

“There are a bunch of smart ones, saw it on YouTube but I wasn’t sure if it was bullshit or not, till now… They are, or were holed up in a prison, upstate… Which means there could be more.” Jed shouldered his rifle, wariness returning to his features.

“Good point… maybe we should sweep toward the area he came fro…” Tom was interrupted by a massive explosion that knocked both men off their feet. The house across the street erupted in a fireball that lifted it’s roof thirty feet into the air and tore it to pieces. Much of the block walls ended up in the street, as the explosion was centered toward the front of the house. The Wilkins’ house lost what front windows it had left, as did all structures within a hundred yards.

“Son of a bitch!” Jedediah said groggily, coughing & dragging himself to his feet in the settling smoke and dust cloud.

Tom sat up and checked himself for wounds, but didn’t bother standing. “If shit could stop exploding now, it would be really great.”

…..

“Goddammit!” McCloyd exclaimed, in uncharacteristic anger. “…Did the cleanup team make it off the base before… whatever the hell that was?”

Chisholm answered. “Yes sir, they were on the way before we lifted off.”
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Re: Green Eyed Monster

Post by jackorchuck » Thu Sep 12, 2013 5:38 am

Exeptional story so far and what a great twist, smart almost bullet proof green eyed zombies. Thank you.

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Re: Green Eyed Monster

Post by maldon007 » Sat Dec 14, 2013 11:44 pm

49.2


“Wise! You were right, the army is pulling back!” Mathew Klein exclaimed, out of breath having run all the way from the western watch tower.

Russell Weisz’s eyebrows furrowed. “What do you mean, pulling back? Like a couple of the trucks are gone? Or they all hauled ass at one time?”

“Scurvy said they must have left during the night, cause there was no sign of them this morning… No snipers, no trucks, no…”

“Fucking fuck, shit… real quick tell Mr. Chung to get everything that can roll, fueled and ready… I maybe miscalculated a smidge on how they would react to the video.” Weisz said, quickly gathering some papers and a laptop into a large bag.

“Ok… but.” Mathew’s stammering response was cut short.

“They wouldn’t all pull out, not all at once… not if they were just getting tired of this shit and were going back to their families, dumbass… It would be a few here, a few there.”

Klein’s face dropped. “So they’re backing out… to get ready to attack?”

Weisz grabbed Mathew’s collar, spinning him around and shoving him out of the office door. “We gotta move ass here, buddy…”

After dispatching Klein, Weisz keyed his walkie-talkie. “Everyone who can hear me, get your asses to the motor pool, pronto!”

…..

The F15-E strike eagle took off from Scott AFB just before 2:00 AM and took less than an hour to cover the 220 miles between Scott and the corrections center at Stateville. The pilot had to circle around, after confirming the target, ‘Must have parallel eyes-on and laser designate confirmation, before strike is authorized’ was part of the strike package parameters, as well as ‘final approach only from the north-east, to reduce chances of collateral damage’.

As the pilot swung wide over the south Chicago suburbs, the WSO called out “Confirm laser designation!” Below, the eastern most building in the complex had a meter wide, green squiggly shape moving around on it’s side, visible only through the LANTIRN’s infrared camera. The structure was being ‘painted’ by a National Guard unit designator team, stationed over a mile away.

The first run was to be ‘egress denial’ and to ‘compel ensconcement’… Which was just fancy language for ‘destroy their cars and chase them inside’. To accomplish this, the WSO dropped two CBU-97 sensor fused cluster bombs. The pilot then climbed from 4,000 feet to swing around for a second pass.

As he released the ordinance, the WSO reported a quartet of vehicles including a bus, seen through the IR camera. They were only a few hundred yards from the prison’s east entrance, heading north in what seemed to be a convoy. An instant later his green screen turned nearly pure white with multiple detonations.

On the second pass, the WSO targeted each building within the compound and released nine 500lb. JDAM’s. He confirmed all targets were destroyed or heavily damaged two minutes later, after a final recon pass. The pilot then received orders to engage all mobile targets south of the military roadblock, till such time as engagement would endanger friendlies. The convoy was already too close to the checkpoint to engage with CBU-97 bomblets, so the pilot kicked it in the ass, making room to bank into a strafing run. With the lead vehicle so close, the pilot targeted only the rear of the bus, steering the gun back from the bus and through the cars behind it.

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Weisz’s caravan headed north on Broadway St. right towards the National Guard road block. In front, the prison transport bus that used to be white, was painted school bus yellow & equipped with as much armor as they could weld, bolt and strap to it, without blowing the tires. It also carried 57 of the most heinous, violent, and for the most part, criminally insane inmates available in the state of Illinois, and they were all greenies. In the driver’s seat, Russell Weisz himself had the pedal to the floor. With the governor removed, the exhaust cut short and the engine tuned for speed, the machine was topping out at just over 90 mph. Still over a hundred yards from the guard check point, they were already taking small arms fire from the blockade.

An instant later the first of six 20mm SAPHEI rounds came in through the bus’s roof, left of center, at almost 1,000 meters per second. Each one exploded just after passing through the makeshift armor, 9 grams of RDX propelling angular steel fragments out radially, at over 2,000 meters per second. The rear of the bus separated from the rest almost instantly, dissected by the half dozen exploding rounds. Careening off at an angle, the front two thirds of the smoking hulk smashed into an up-armored humvee and rolled over on it’s side. Greenies piled out of the back like it was a giant flaming clown car, they swarmed over the blockade and the soldiers manning it.

The mini-van behind the bus in the convoy was utterly destroyed, but the two passenger cars to the rear, swerved from the path of the strafing run and made it to the road block unscathed.

…..

“Can’t differentiate friendlies… It’s all close quarters.” The WSO reported.

The response took several seconds, causing the pilot to circle again. Finally an order was given- “Engage all mobile ground targets, within a five mile radius of the prison”.

After a short discussion between the pilot and WSO, the order was refused on the grounds it’s followance would result in certain fratricide. Threats of courts martial were rebuffed by comparisons between the ground commander’s orders and Stalin’s Rzhev meat grinder. Direct action against the aircraft might be taken, if orders were not followed, was another threat. At which point the pilot disengaged in earnest and turned for home, vowing to park the Eagle atop the commander’s desk.

…..

An hour later Russell Weisz and his crew were headed northeast, toward Chicago proper. The loss of twenty-seven men still left him with nearly a hundred hardened (literally and figuratively) criminals. The loss of his armored bus was more than made up for by the acquisition of a dozen national guard vehicles, including a Striker RV and an old M35 fuel tanker.
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Re: Green Eyed Monster

Post by maldon007 » Sat Dec 14, 2013 11:44 pm

49.3


Real time multi-media command and control operations uplinks were a thing of the past. Vandenberg AFB was charred cinder, leaving the military’s Milstar com-sats to adjust their positions using only their own internally generated telemetry. Already, three of the original five geosynchronous satellites had failed to self adjust their attitudes to a functional orientation. At Shriver AFB, a skeleton crew manned their portion of Milstar data routing control, from a besieged fall-back bunker. These factors limited the system to being only useful for teletype communications between South-East Asia & Europe as well as between Australia and the south-west coast of the US. All NASA satellite control sites were compromised/abandoned, NORAD was the only military link to those assets and they were not answering the phone.

Leland Drucker slammed the phone down, red-faced. “How the hell am I supposed to impress upon people the gravity of a situation over a crackling land line? Can’t we appropriate some private bandwidth somewhere? Friggin kids are probably still playing Battlefield number whatever, over Skype… in HD. While I can’t even talk to an eagle pilot without relaying through his God dammed Co!”

“I got CC working on that right now, a few more hours and we should have some slightly broader communications abilities… But the situation is the same all over, sats are losing ground guidance, private, public, super secret, it doesn’t really matter, we will be fully deaf, dumb and blind satellite wise, within a couple of weeks... if not sooner. That is unless we can get power and qualified people back into the satellite control locations.” Joel Redbrave informed the general, dejectedly.

“That’s terrific.” Drucker said. Pushing away from his desk, the wheeled chair rolled back into wide metal file cabinet with a clank. “Circling the fucking drain, Joel… Any good news at all for me?”

The brigadier general cleared his throat uncomfortably. “Well, McCloyd is in route with two suspects and some electronics he also seized. He’s already interrogating them in the air… They have refueled and should be here in a couple of hours. The explosion at the army guard base they refueled at seems to be minor, only a few injuries… cause still unknown, but they suspect anarchists or the like… And lastly, it sounds like you might be getting a promotion to ‘commander of all military operations’ which is…”

Drucker cut him off “Bullshit! …which is bullshit, is the rest of that sentence… There’s no such position in the God damned military, that’s the presidents fucking job! …not mine.”

“Yes sir, I was going to say, it’s a newly created position, supposedly by constitutional amendment… Yourself and the president pro tem are sort of co-equal commanders now… or will be soon. No word on whether it is all legal yet but yeah, sorry, you got the job.” Redbrave smiled wryly.

The soon-to-be ‘Commander in General’ slowly shook his head. “I said good news, Joel, not stupid news.”

…..

The explosion at Decatur’s Army national guard base, destroyed a shipping container full of food stuffs donated for the most part by a prominent national radio host. The immediate primary suspect was an anarchist splinter group related to Springfield Illinois based ‘Green Star’ which had publicly threatened to use force against food distribution centers in the area. They claimed government, who in their view created the green disease in the first place, had also spiked all supplied food with it, to pacify the population.

In reality, three days before, Randal J Flowers had infiltrated the base claiming to be a member of a local food bank wanting to add a few crates of food to the existing stash the guardsmen were handing out to the needy. Inside one of the crates marked ‘canned yams’ was ten pounds of what his partner, Tomaz Valic, called- Hexogen. Flowers hadn’t given two shits what it was called but just knew it was a big fucking bomb. Not only was it a bomb, but it was a bomb combined with a small package containing several million green elemental ‘platelets’.

The explosion would have been set off by anyone opening the crate but no one wanted yams, so it sat in the back of the trailer, waiting for a radio signal. Once it was sent by Valic, a thirty minute timer began to count down, similar one on the bomb back at Valic & Flowers’ stakeout house. When the bomb exploded, the tiny green fragments blasted high into the sky with the rest of the debris, to then rain down on the throngs of shocked hungry and homeless. Three hours went by before the first signs of green disease were recognized by one of the National Guard corpsman, attending to the wounded. Long after Devin McCloyd and his crew had refueled and taken off… And long after enough of the particles had hitch-hiked into the base on the boots of guardsmen and emergency personnel, to guarantee their doom.

…..

The 36th Counter Intelligence Corps Detachment, or what was left of it after Afghan & AWOL attrition, headed out from the guard base a good hour before the explosion. Dispatched to collect all remaining evidence at the Wilkins house & take in to custody or kill any remaining hostiles. They rounded the corner from Thrushwood onto Goshawk just as the house across from Alden’s blew sky high. The small convoy consisting of humvees and a white nondescript GMC Yukon, halted just outside the battered gates, watching as a grey mushroom cloud rose into the sky & bits of house clanked on the roofs of their vehicles.

Capt. Marta Kaner decided to send a five man recon team in, ahead of the vehicles, to assess & deal with threats. The hasty mission briefing she had received, contained little in the way of precise objectives, but it was certain the higher-ups considered it top priority. She had also been updated on the gun battle between McCloyd’s party and the unknown assailant(s) near the Wilkins’ house. The five men running point were her best, hardened by multiple engagements in Afghanistan & having completed combined LET with Turkish special forces. They fanned out into the upscale neighborhood as the first humvees started slowly rolling through the gates.
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Re: Green Eyed Monster

Post by DAVE KI » Sun Dec 15, 2013 1:32 pm

Whoa,caught me by surprise, sorta been meaning to read this again now I will. :clap: :D
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Post by maldon007 » Sat Jan 04, 2014 1:09 pm

49.4

The wall was clearly a conglomeration of different materials, some parts had that ‘built by the Army Core of Engineers’ look, while others had more of a ‘made of whatever’s layin around by whoever is nearby’ appearance. The bottom ten foot of wall was made of smooth vertical concrete pre-fab sections stretching north-west from the road for at least a mile, till it disappeared behind a ridge and some abandoned industrial structures. Parts of it were topped with multiple courses of concertina wire, strung between polls sprouting from the top of the concrete. Other parts had a patchwork of metal plating, plywood and other random construction materials added above the concrete. On the south side of the road, a similarly constructed wall curved away and to the northeast, disappearing from sight only a quarter mile away, obscured by it's own curvature. Only a hundred yards or so in that direction, a section and a half of the concrete portion was missing, clearly blasted away by some type of explosion. It had been replaced by what looked like stacked shipping containers, plated with heavy smooth steel. It was hard to tell for sure, but a few of the tallest polls had small boxes on top that could have been surveillance cameras. No other security was apparent, no snipers on the wall, no guard shacks, only a few scattered greenies wandering outside the wall guarded the ramparts.

The double gate across the roadway was like something from a Hellrasier movie. Bodies of greenies, some still twitching and one actively trying to dislodge itself, hung from spikes jutting out at upward angles from the massive wooden structures. Blood and other bodily fluids had stained the asphalt below, at least twenty feet out from the gate, to be a dark, nearly blackish red. A few bodies lay randomly strewn in the adjacent areas, which had obviously been cleared with heavy machinery. Judging from the roughly constructed abutments on either side and the primitive gates themselves, the original entry had been replaced sometime after the entire lower structure was complete.

Russell Weisz viewed all this through a pair of appropriated Steiner M22 binoculars, a mile or so from what was apparently the new ‘gateway into Chicago’. The wall itself ran through what was a high point in the topography, most likely a purposeful choice of location, since it blocked the view into the heart of the city. Only the taller buildings were visible from outside the wall, no way to tell if the wall circled the entire city without following it around, on foot.

This would not do, Weisz had grown up in Chicago, adopted by The 4CH when his parents abandoned him. Surviving on the streets from age nine, he learned to kill, hate, take and love in the wild 100’s. The Chi was one of the few places he really felt at home, it was his town… It was a very nice wall, but it wouldn’t keep out Chicago’s favorite son.

…..

Laramie Chisholm brought the blackhawk in low over the southward airstrip of Denver airport, not needing to be wary of other air traffic, as he would have only a couple of weeks before. The big bird plopped down in a parking lot just north of the Federal Aviation Administration’s complex of buildings, south of the main airport terminal. Most of the lots around the airport were empty, completely barren but the FAA’s parking areas were nearly full. Two large men in scrubs ran up to meet them as the rotors slowed. With the help of the crew, they loaded Freddie Johnston on and strapped him in securely. They were off in an instant, heading quickly for the fenced in complex.

The crew then helped their guests off the plane & escorted them across the lot and through the same code locked chain link gate that Freddie had been taken through. At the main entrance, an armed man in civilian clothes opened the door for them and ushered them in. McCloyd led the way down a long hall, and after sliding a key card, through secondary entrance of large glass automatic doors. Alden asked more than once where he and Sam were being taken, to which he was answered ‘you’ll see’ each time.

After the group got in a large elevator, labeled ‘deliveries only’ McCloyd slid the key again and put his thumb against a dark glass plate that didn’t look like a finger print reader but probably wasn’t supposed to. The drop was surprising to Alden, thinking he was already on the ground floor and the rapid decent continuing for longer than a minute was downright perplexing.

When the doors opened, a sign painted in large red letters on the opposite wall read- SCI LEVEL CLEARED PERSONNELL ONLY! PLEASE RETURN TO LIFT AND PRESS- GROUND FLOOR! McCloyd did not press the ground floor button and instead exited the lift, beckoning Alden and Samantha to follow. Once they stepped into the hall, McCloyd said almost jovially- “Welcome to W E A L combined forces military base.” His broad smile seemed to lack even the smallest trace of benevolence.
…..

It was nearly an hour between the house across from Alden’s going boom and a soldier finally pounding on Jedediah Lieus’s front door. Jed had watched through a cracked curtain as the team moved stealthfully house to house through the neighborhood, entering some homes when invited, others after kicking in the door.

He greeted them cordially but only let them in to search the house, after a show of resistance. They shoved a federal search warrant into his hand, it had his address roughly scribbled into the ‘Location or person to be searched’ section and all five options checked under ‘Basis for search’.

Jed knew the warrant was probably bogus, but the serious looking, big bearded soldier was certainly real, as was his M4 held at the low ready, in condition one. And it didn’t matter anyway, Maresa and the others were safely hidden in his tunnel bunker, out back. They could turn his house and even the shed upside down if they wanted & never find the group. The tunnel was nearly ten feet deep, running east from under his back shed, over two hundred feet and ending under the shed in back of Lester Hynemin’s house. The entrance was camouflaged and even scent-dog resistant.

The newcomers were surprised at the tunnel, to say the least. The big guy, Tom, seemed fairly sure Jed was a terrorist or maybe even had something to do with the green issue. But after seeing the preps stockpiled over the past 10 years, stashed in short side-tunnels, he decided Jedediah has most likely just a crazy dooms day prepper who just happened to be right this time.

After being joined by another soldier, this one a woman who seemed to be in charge, they gave his house a quick search. They asked him quite a few questions as they looked around- had he heard all the shooting? Did he know Alden Wilkins? Had there been any suspicious activity in the area recently? Etcetera, etcetera. Jed gruffly shrugged his shoulders for the most part, trying to demonstrate the proper balance of annoyance and innocence. All the while his wife and son went about their business, trying to stay out of the way of the soldiers. The few questions asked of them were answered honestly as Jed had kept them out of the loop.

After twenty minutes of searching & questions, the soldiers apologized for the inconvenience and asked to be informed if any new info came to light. Jed grudgingly agreed and watched as the company moved to the next house, the abandoned two-story next door. He then communicated to his guests via the intercom integrated into his home security system. A four digit code allowed the use of a hidden channel, separate from the house intercom, that was hardwired directly down to another standard intercom in the tunnel.

Maresa and her companions were relieved to hear the search had moved past Jed’s house. But not as happy when to hear what the female captain had let it slip, that her detachment would be staying in the area for some time, collecting evidence & looking for persons of interest. Maresa was least pleased among them upon learning the captain, named Kaner, was showing people in the neighborhood a large family picture taken from the Wilkins’ house & pointing out Maresa specifically… And describing her as- ‘Someone we are very interested in questioning’ and ‘may be on the run, intentionally avoiding authorities.’



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