Re: Chapter 1: Doglegs
Darla, prompted by the insistence of Cao, Carswell, and her AR-toting neighbor, pulls her kids out the door and runs as fast as she can towards the waiting J-LTV. Carswell, carrying the very drowsy Jamie, is next. He exits the house and moves as quickly as he can to the J-LTV without jostling the wounded teenager too roughly. From the backyard, the Captain and Mrs. Reeves provide the remaining evacuees with covering fire, Anderson joining in with a five-round burst from the northeast corner of the house. This fusillade of 5.56mm/.223 Remington rounds seems to discourage the formerly brash pistolero from interfering further in the evacuation, at least for the time being.
Next up are the Alamo's six shooters. The teens exit first, then the adult female, the ex-con/volunteer C.O., and last, appropriately, the Alamo defenders' erstwhile leader, ADOC Sergeant Dan Reeves.
At the back door, Sgt. Reeves pauses, slings his AR, and removes a traffic flare from his [unarmored] tactical vest. Igniting it, he tosses it back inside. The accelerant he'd just splashed around the central hallway ignites with a throaty whoosh. "They ain't getting' nothin'!" he says, turning on his heel and running to the waiting pickups. Cao, joined by Anderson, brings up the rear. The former aerial gunner fires a parting burst through the hedge before jogging to the waiting vehicles.
Razorback, packed to the gills with women and children (Jamie wouldn't fit without being painfully contorted) is already pulling out of the yard and on to the road out of town. Jamie, Carswell, and three of the Alamo's six shooters occupy the bed of one of the civilian pickup trucks (a fifth rides shotgun). This leaves the bed of the second truck and the rear passenger seats and cargo area of the armored Suburban for the Sierra dismounts and the Reeves. The Sierras pile on board, their heaviest firepower bringing up the rear. Headcounts completed, everyone accounted for, the rescue convoy rolls away from Cummings Village, now unevenly lit by several burning buildings.
Flames are already emerge from the Alamo's shot-out windows and open back door. Its neighbor across the street to the northeast is even further along. The house at the northwest end of the village is fully engulfed, on the verge of collapse.
The convoy's speed is somewhat limited by the J-LTVs punctured run-flat tire. As Razorback approaches the first turn, the convoy receives some desultory fire from several points east, none of it particularly accurate. The gout of return fire* from the moving vehicles probably isn't any more effective, but it's good for passenger morale. The convoy makes the next turn (southeast of the pig farm) without coming under attack.
Cao -9 rounds 5.56mm
Anderson -10 rounds 5.56mm
*I'll let you decide if your PC contributed to this, and how many rounds he or she fired.
Saul Noble and Xandra Murray (in Ace Hardware) meet the returning rescue force just west of the fortified causeway. The rest of the drive back to Grady is quiet and uneventful. The reunited convoy pulls into the Grady police station parking lot just before 2300 hours. Captain Franks is there to greet them. After inquiring as to its mission status and individual wellbeing, he gives the returning rescue team a quick rundown of recent events.
"Been pretty quiet here. Sent a team down to Choctaw Farms just after you left- to check in on the folks down there. The property manager told 'em a couple of strangers came looking for help late last night; wife ran 'em off with shotgun. Found two prison jumpsuits hidden in a tractor shed the next morning- I reckon it was the two jokers you brought in. They've been behavin' themselves. Team's still down there. Other than that..."
Franks turns to Guillory, "Governor's office called, left a message for you. Wants you to call his direct line soon as you get in… guess that means now."
Guillory calls Governor Ralford on the Grady PD's landline telephone, is reassured that the ASDF reaction force will be rolling out of Little Rock by 9am. Steve (the governor and Guillory have always been on a first-name basis) then confides in his longtime friend.
"Scott, when the reaction force goes in, you know that the inmates who don't get killed or run away are going to start surrendering. I'm struggling with what we're gonna to do with recaptures. We can't spare ASDF people to guard them- the Guard's spread too thin as it is. From what you're telling me, ADOC's been gutted, and I don't see many folks volunteering to become corrections officers after word of this mess gets out. On the other hand, I'm not comfortable signing 100, 200 death warrants. The legal system, as it stands now, is just not equipped to deal with this scale of incident. In terms of precedent, 'grey area' seems a rather generous description. This sort of thing didn't even cross my mind back in '26 [the last gubernatorial election year]. I'm not trying to put this on you ol' buddy- the buck stops here with me- but I've got a meeting with the company commander in the morning to go over the ROEs and I'm not sure what to tell him. I could use your advice."
The local Methodist church has been prepped to house the Cummings survivors. The STAR Team is put up in the Post Office just off Business 65. The furnishings are spartan, to put it generously, but someone set up a camp shower out back, and there's a plastic 50-gallon barrel of clean water there to fill it with. An ad hoc committee of town ladies lays out a late dinner of barbecued chicken, corn bread, and sun tea (with or without mint).
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