Re: Consolidation
In reply to Tyler Gabriel Hope (msg #5):
Having been up most of the night with carrying out the takeover of the park, then being debriefed, his breakfast had come in early afternoon. The cafeteria was down the street, and half-filled with UBC militia and RCMP Auxiliaries also groggy from the previous night's activities. There was an atmosphere of joviality, shared by the distinctly hippie-looking serving and cook staff. The food was excellent, fresh eggs and bacon, fresh-squeezed juice, even some coffee (although only one cup).
Tyler checked in on his girlfriend Sonja, who (like most of the locals called the "Survivalists") was thrilled to be off their tiny, fortified island. One of the requirements for allying with the government was evacuating all the non-combatants from Deadman's Island (aka "HMCS Discovery") in case things went south and the Stickmen retaliated against their neighbors. The government had come through, swiftly evacuating everyone from the island before the operation commenced, and Tyler and Rob had helped Ed getting everyone moving. After that, it was simple to head over to the Brockton Oval stadium and secure the Stickmen's own non-combatants, who went peacefully into the crowded but safe changing room areas under the bleachers. After all, they'd been told many times by Cyrus if the pigs or army attacked, then their blood would be on the government's hands, like Waco.
In the aftermath of the securing of the park, Tyler and his fellow survivalists hadn't been able to secure the cache of goods the Stickmen stolen from the travelers they killed and looted from convoys they attacked, like fuel and supplies. But the cherry '67 Cougar that was found under a tarp in the parking lot behind Cyrus' HQ. Tyler, Rob, and Tyler's vet friends pushed that motherfucker all the way back to Deadman's Island. The government hadn't said anything and Provost Belanger, the head of UBC security, had hinted that there wouldn't be a problem.
Currently, Tyler was near the Musqueam Band Reserve, where the mouth of the Fraser river met the souther edge of the mammoth UBC grounds. As such, to get there Tyler had to ride his ATV a fair ways from campus down Southwest Marine Drive, past the forest-screened Wreck Beach (still a clothing-optional ocean beach), skipping the turnoff for the TRIUMF complex (Tri-University Meson Facility, the world's largest meson-research establishment), past the vegetable gardens and newly-planted citrus groves that once were manicured lawns, golf courses and landscaping around the campus buildings and university lands.
Still, much of the university lands were preserved as a natural rain forest, what was known as west coast temperate climax growth. Thanks to the abundant rain, thickly-grown evergreens lorded over impenetrable brush and undergrowth, where patches of sunlight permitted.
Trees were all around the turnout that overlooked the mouth of the North Arm of the Fraser River. The wide forest-lined boulevard here seemed a little excessive for the needs of the university, until he was informed this was a federal project, part of the government's pre-war plan to make UBC a node for disaster-recovery efforts. Bunkers dating back to WWII had been reopened and expanded, stocked with supplies and electronics. At the edge of the federal UBC Endowment Lands, near the Musqueam lands, there was now a gate and series of concrete barriers and block-houses, the main access point controlling access to the uni's grounds, now surrounded by double-width perimeter fencing.
Standing beside his ATV and facing southeast, Tyler admiring the fishing boats (mostly Musqueam but also Faculty/UBC resident) ahead of him, moored off the end of Iona Island at the mouth of the Fraser's North Arm. To his right was the direction of the campus, to his immediate right was wreck beach. To his left were the Musqueam Reserve lands, abutting the southeast corner of UBC and looking like normal well-to-do suburbs, which before the war they were.
Beyond flat Iona island was similarly-flat Sea Island, otherwise known as YVR, the International airport. This apparently was the team's next objective, according to the ruling Committee of the Faculty. He could just make out the terminal buildings and the control towers (new one and old one). Taking the airport by force would be difficult, as it was large and flat, without much in the way of cover or concealment save a few rare scattered stands of trees along the northern riverside, and some residential areas on the south side.
Tyler received a call on the radio. He recognised the voice of the RCMP dispatcher. "Tyler, this is dispatch. Are you on campus? Please respond." Naturally, many non-military types didn't seem to have a lot of radio discipline, and although the RCMP detachment here did it was often hard for them to reconcile his quasi-civilian contractor status. Mostly, they talked to him like a normal person.