Re: Ch. 4: China Grove
Sierra and the CVMC welcoming committee part ways and the former takes an unplanned detour to Dermott- a 12-mile round trip- to visit the Delta Regional Unit southeast of town (the latter heads to Lake Village, to brief the other club officers and prepare for Sierra’s visit later that afternoon).
Dermott
Approaching the prison complex from the northwest, it becomes apparent from the curling driveway leading to the parking lot that a section of the tall perimeter fence around the prison is missing. The gap has been crudely patched with a couple of rolls of concertina wire strung along the ground. An ARDOC pickup truck is parked on the grass, facing the opening, an armed guard keeping watch from the bed. He sees the approaching MEMS STAR convoy, nervously calls it in over his radio. A several tense minutes pass as first contact is made.
Both sides are cautious, tentative. Once the acting warden is convinced of Sierra’s bona fides, and vice-versa, a face-to-face, sit-down meeting is arranged. The Warden’s version of events differs little from Lefty’s. He reports that two guards were wounded slightly (they don’t require treatment) during the attack; two others were taken hostage, their current status and whereabouts unknown; one guard was killed- a quarter of the prison's guard force put out of action.
The acting warden allows Sierra to interview a few inmates. They more or less repeat what Tyron and Luis, the escapees from the Cummings unit, told Guillory several days earlier. White inmates, especially those belonging to Delta’s AAA (Arkansas Aryan Alliance) franchise, talked about a “white homeland”, sometimes referred to as, “The Kingdom”, situated somewhere in the woods of south-central Arkansas. The names Warren, Camden*, and Hampton are mooted as possible centers of Kingdom activity. AAA members would frequently taunt inmates of color, saying, “When Proffit takes his throne, y’all are gonna hang.”
After lunch (OOC: please subtract one meal per person from unit stores), Sierra departs from Dermott and rolls back on to the 65 heading south, traveling the 15 miles or so to Lake Village. The convoy picks up a CVMC escort at the Boeuf River crossing- two bikes fore, two bikes aft.
*Those intimately familiar with the state are aware that a munitions plant, testing center, and sprawling WWII-era storage facility is located close just east of the town of Camden. The plant and testing center have been closed for over a year.
Lake Village
The club has prepared a royal welcome for the MEMS STAR team. An honor-guard of 20 motorcycles lines the exit, 10 on either side of the road. Unlike many OMC’s, the CVMC’s is ethnically diverse, with minorities making about half of its patched members. Lefty is waiting with Red (the president) and the other CVMC officers at the club-house, a complex that covers an entire block. Several flags fly from a pair of flagpoles- the Stars and Stripes and a state flag on one, a black POW*MIA flag ("You are not forgotten"), and a red and gold club ensign. Hands are shaken, pleased to meet yous exchanged, beers are offered.
Sierra's given free range of the town. The club doesn’t try to restrict the team's access to the townsfolk, a few of which are interviewed on the sly. They have nothing bad to say about the club, other than its bikes are loud. Yes, there have been a few drunk and disorderlies, and a bit of property damage, but nothing particularly felonious. A few Sierras even meets the town sheriff, a white-haired sexagenarian by the name of Pete Staples. He says the club has made his job so easy that he considers himself semi-retired.
In post-apocalyptic America, if anyplace can describe itself as thriving, Lake Village can, and more or less does. The people of the town are proud of what they've built, and continue to maintain. Aquaculture produces a bountiful harvest of catfish, surrounding farms contribute all manner of useful crops. The town enjoys a cooperative relationship with Greenville, Mississippi, its neighbor just east of the mighty Mississippi. Trading is common and mutually beneficial. The neighboring towns have been assisting one another in cleaning up after the recent flooding. While the CVMS keeps Lake Village safe and secure, a Mississippi State Guard outfit does the same on the other side of the river.
Dinner is served at the club-house. The Vets have laid out an impressive spread for the visitors: the town’s claim to fame- catfish (“Best in the state, probably the whole damn country.”), grilled, fried okra, collard greens, the ubiquitous cornbread, ersatz sweet tea, home-brewed beer, and a local “rum” that tastes like turpentine cut with rubbing alcohol. A few joints are passed around. During the mostly convivial dinner, the club president repeats the requests made earlier by his Sergeant-at-Arms- official state government recognition of the club, and autonomy to continue to operate exclusively in its current AO, under its own officers- essentially, a letter of marque from the governor's office. After dinner, Red hands Guillory a file folder swollen with typed reports, and an accordion folder containing items that could conceivably be used to identify alleged highwaymen and bandits killed by the club in the course of its security duties, along with signed witness statements testifying that those killed had been caught breaking the law, and had fired first.
TBC...
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This message was last edited by the GM at 03:55, Thu 12 Sept 2019.