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    Chapter 29

    The election went off without a hitch, and Sylvia became the new mayor with nearly eighty percent of the vote. This was due in part to the fact that the community members under the age of twenty-one weren’t told until the day of the election itself that they were to be denied their right to vote. Oh, they were outraged to be sure, but by then there was nothing they could do about it. Also, Sylvia had been sure to mention to them that Jack was behind the idea of excluding them, and that his idea that they be considered adults had more to do with encouraging them to carry the bulk of the workload, than allowing them such privileges as voting. She knew that these people looked to him as their leader, and by telling them this they would be less willing to start trouble over it. For their part, while a few of the young people, those who had been there the longest, didn’t believe that Jack could ever do such a thing to them, many didn’t know him that well. These considered this to be the final betrayal and, unwilling to be forced to carry the responsibilities of adulthood without being allowed the authority to go along with it, began to make plans to get away on their own. Better to be an adult by yourself when your work would go to taking care of you alone, than to stay there and be practically enslaved by the people around you, they reasoned.

    Of course, the main reason Sylvia had won was that Jack had never wanted the job to begin with. While she was quietly campaigning, and spreading as many rumors as she could, he’d been staying at the shelter ignoring the whole thing. Although so many people were starting to accept the rumors as fact that it’s doubtful he’d have been able to win if he’d tried.

    Although the position of mayor was hers, according to the charter they’d agreed to the year before she could be over ruled by a unanimous vote from the council. This had never happened before, the council usually only went to Jack when they didn’t know what to do, and always agreed with his decisions, but now it was a major sticking point for the new mayor, and one she realized she’d have to deal with. One of the first problems she’d had was when she tried to enforce her beliefs that everyone under twenty-one should be treated like children. Oh, they could still work, after all without them who would grow the food or fly the planes, but as far as getting married or carrying guns, there was simply no way she was going to allow that. But no sooner had she announced her decision, than the council declared it null. Each of them had seen enough over the past year to understand that these people were a valuable part of the community, and they deserved to be treated as such. Returning them to the position of mere children would undermine their whole town, as they each felt the young people would refuse to act like adults if they weren’t treated that way.

    Having been stymied over her very first ruling, Sylvia was determined to find a way around the problem. The best way she knew of, and the way that had always worked before, was to get the other council members to step down quietly. This would allow her to appoint someone else in their place, someone who would be willing to go along with her on issues. Knowing it would require careful planning on her part, she had to find or create an embarrassing situation for each of them, present them with her evidence, then convince them to step down, all without the others finding out. She knew that if anyone ever learned what she was doing the game would be over, and she would probably be run out of town. Fortunately she was good at this sort of thing, and it was also good for the town, as they needed her very badly in her estimation. Like everywhere she’d ever been, she realized the people here were sheep, and they needed a good shepherd. Well, according to the vote they wanted her to be their shepherd, and she was more than willing to take on that role.

    Over the next several weeks she watched all the council members closely. One, she noticed, had an eye for the ladies. He was always letting his attention stray whenever one walked by, and she knew she could use that against him. She talked to one of her most staunch supporters, and the woman agreed to seduce him. A few days later the woman led him to one of the unused offices in the old police station/city hall they were using for a council building, and a few minutes later Jim, another of Sylvia’s people burst in on them. They hadn’t actually been in the act of doing anything, but they were both half undressed when they were interrupted. The woman immediately claimed the councilman had assaulted her, and Jim decided to bring the matter directly to the mayor. When they were all in her office, Sylvia got the story. As soon as the woman had finished she asked her and Jim to allow her to handle this, and to keep quiet about it. They both readily agreed (of course), and left the room. Smiling sweetly at the councilman, she said “well, this is an interesting situation, how do you think we should handle it?”

    Looking at her darkly, he said “this is an outrage! I didn’t assault anyone. Maybe we shouldn’t have picked such a public place, but it was her idea, not mine!”

    Smiling at him again, she calmly said “of course it was, but if we were to bring this out in public, who do you think the people will believe?”

    Stunned, the man sat back. He hadn’t thought of that.

    Continuing, Sylvia said “I think they might just believe her, especially when the one who caught you backs her up.” At this he realized he was being set up, and anger began to replace his outrage. “Of course, we could keep it quiet. And you could simply resign your position on the council.” She said, trailing off as he began to see the real reason for all of this.

    “Resign?! And allow you to fill the position with someone of your choosing?!”

    “It’s either that, or we go public. I’ll bet we could even convince everyone that execution was the only way to keep us truly safe from such a monster as yourself…what do you think?”

    Realizing his very life could be on the line, the councilman sank back into his chair. Hanging his head he said “you win, but you must be the most evil person I’ve ever met. How can you sleep at night?”

    “Oh, I sleep very well, thank you. Here, I took the liberty of writing your resignation for you. All you have to do is sign it, and everything will be forgotten.” She said, sliding a piece of paper across her desk to him.

    Understanding that he had no choice, he signed the paper, vowing to get as far away from that town and her as he could.

    As soon as he’d signed the paper, Sylvia convened the council and presented it to them. She said the councilman had confided in her a personal reason for having to step down and, while she agreed with his reasoning, she couldn’t divulge the details to anyone else. Shocked at this turn of events, the other two council members could only accept what had happened, and ask who she was going to appoint to take his place. Acting like she had forgotten that she had to do this, she took several minutes, apparently trying to make up her mind. Finally she turned back to the others and said “how about Jim? I’m not sure he’ll agree, but I think he’s got a good head on his shoulders, and would do a fine job. The others saw no reason to oppose him, and agreed with her choice. And later that day she had her first ally on the council.

    One of Sylvia’s friends was Jean. He’d been a colonel in the French military before the plague, and she’d recently appointed him head of the towns’ security department. The rest of the security personnel had already taken a dislike to him, and already there were whispers floating around that he’d been seen inviting young boys into his home in the middle of the night. Going to him now with the problem of removing the other two council members, he was enthusiastic in his willingness to help.

    The next day, while most people were off performing various jobs, Jean first went over to the house of Margaret, the only female council member. Her door wasn’t locked as, without a crime problem, most of the homes weren’t secured. Careful not to disturb anything, he went into her bedroom, and from the closet selected one of the council woman’s high heeled shoes.

    Making his way from there to other homes in the neighborhood, he proceeded to break into several, knocking out window panes with the shoe. Going inside he looked around for personal items. Money wasn’t being used in town yet, and most possessions people had were items found in the town and free for the taking. However, almost everyone had some personal item they’d brought from wherever they’d come from, and these were what Jean was looking for. Finding one or two valuable items in each of the homes, he carried them with him as he went. At the last house he did the same thing, but this time, after breaking the window, he broke off the heel of the shoe, tossing it to the ground underneath the window.

    Finally he returned to the council woman’s house, going inside and hiding his found items in an obvious place. Returning the shoe to the closet he closed up the house and returned to his desk to await the festivities.

    Several hours later, as people returned to their homes, a commotion started outside the community center. Arriving with several security people, Jean asked what was going on. A heavyset woman spoke up in English, heavily accented with german, saying that her home had been broken into and a precious family heirloom had been stolen. As she finished others spoke up also, claiming the same thing. Jean announced that they needed to get to the bottom of this, and asked several witnesses to accompany him, along with the homeowners and his security detail.

    They went to each house, looking at the damage and getting descriptions of the items missing. At one house a security member found the broken heel Jean had dropped outside the window, and he took it as evidence. Finally, he asked the crowd if anyone had seen anything unusual during the day, such as people messing around the area, acting suspicious. One of them (another friend of Sylvia’s) spoke up and said she’d seen council woman Margaret messing around the homes, but didn’t think anything of it since she was an important person and all.

    Upon hearing this, the crowd demanded Jean and his security team go immediately to her house and do a search. When they arrived and pounded on the door, Margaret answered and demanded to know what was going on. Ignoring her, Jean, followed by the crowd, pushed into the house, and quickly found the items in question. Calling for the security team to arrest her, he continued the search and finally found the shoe in the closet. When the heel matched the shoe, he declared to the crowd that they had found the guilty party, and ordered her brought before the mayor, as they didn’t presently have a judge.

    A judge wasn’t the only thing they lacked, there was no courtroom in the town, nor was there a jail of any sort. Until they were able to gather the town to an impromptu town meeting, they simply held Margaret in one of the unused offices, under guard. Later that night she was brought out. Protesting her innocence, she was forced to sit as the ‘evidence’ was presented. When her turn came to speak she claimed ignorance to the whole thing, but the crowd obviously didn’t believe her.

    Finally, Sylvia called for silence in the room. Looking straight at Margaret, she said “as the Mayor of this town, I find you guilty of stealing from your neighbors. Obviously you can not continue on as a council member now, and the only question left is what to do with you. As I see it, we have only two options, as we have no jail. They are execution or banishment from the community.”

    At the mention of execution, Margaret’s face turned pale and she felt faint. She knew she was innocent, but had no way to prove it. Wondering how she had gotten into this, and whether she’d get out alive, she looked with horror at the embodiment of evil before her.

    “Execution seems to be too great a penalty, even though you stole items greatly valued by those to whom they belonged. Therefore I sentence you to be exiled from this town, effective this very night. You will be given water and food for one day to take with you, along with the clothes on your back. If at any time you attempt to return, no matter the reason, you will be shot. Do you understand?”

    Unable to believe what she was hearing, Margaret simply stared at her. Finally the security team was brought in, and they escorted her from the town. Later that same night, April became the second council member to be appointed by Sylvia.

    The third member was easy. The two new people simply voted with Sylvia on everything, effectively making him unable to oppose her. Although he argued with her and them, they simply ignored him, at the same time pressuring him to step down. During this time, Sylvia passed several rulings, making the changes that would ensure the community would become exactly the way she thought it should be. The first thing she did was declare anyone under twenty-one to be a child, and to effectively have no rights whatsoever. Young community members with houses of their own were forced from them and made to live in ‘child dormitories’, which were homes overseen by older people the Mayor had appointed for the purpose. One of these people was Jean, and he was given charge of a dorm where preteen boys were forced to live. This gave him access to the boys at all hours of the day and night, and soon horror stories were floating around of the goings on in that house.

    Also, marriages between young members of the community were absolved, and the people concerned were forced apart. The only time this didn’t happen was when one partner in the marriage was an adult, as seen by the community, and from then on marriage of young people was allowed only with the permission of the Mayor, and only if the person requesting the marriage were an adult. Many older men were soon to be wed to some very young female community members, even if the girl in question didn’t want to. She had no say in the matter, as she didn’t have any rights. Every one of these marriages that occurred just happened to be with older men who were in good favor with Sylvia, and in this way she maintained her position of power.

    Another ruling that was quickly passed was the confiscation of all firearms, except from the security people. Explaining to the community that, with the exception of the stealing Margaret had done, there was no crime in town, there was no reason therefore for anyone to be armed. Most in the town had thought for a long time that this was needed, and gave up their arms willingly enough. A few however, were resistant to the idea, and held out. Knowing who was most likely to be resisting the new law, Sylvia announced that anyone who still possessed a gun would be considered an armed criminal from that point on. Further, she said that an armed criminal was a danger to the community, and that if caught, would be executed, since they couldn’t be trusted to live peaceably with their neighbors. Many refused to believe she could really be serious, and still refused to turn in their guns, until Sylvia carried through with her threat and actually executed one of the residents after his neighbor reported he’d kept back a shotgun. After that no one opposed her order, and soon the only people who had guns were the security people.

    During this time the people who had started out working as security either drifted away from the town, or were fired for various trumped up reasons. Jean was systematically replacing them all with people who would be loyal to him and Sylvia, no matter what. Still concerned that they might rebel at some later time, he locked up all supplies of ammunition and only issued five rounds to the people who were on duty. Their rifles would be passed from one shift to another, and all others would remain locked up along with the ammo. In this way, he figured, they’d have enough ammunition to enforce the Mayor’s directives, especially among unarmed people, but wouldn’t be able to rise up against him. Most of the new people had never shot the rifles to begin with, and few had even been shown how to operate them. In short order they became corroded as the different guards refused to take care of them, preferring not to even have them.

    Finally, the Mayor announced that being a Christian wasn’t to be encouraged among the towns’ people anymore. As she said, there were many ways to get to God, and it wasn’t right for them to claim any one way was the only one. At this many who had said they were Christians suddenly announced they were atheists, and others who had never made such claims even began practicing such things as pagan rituals.

    Finally, the time came that Sylvia had been fantasizing about, biding her time. She had the support now to pull it off, and saw no reason to wait any longer. This was the day she’d rid herself of that pervert who’d started all this! Today she’d get Jack and force him to stop his perversions with everyone in that bomb shelter. Calling for her security detail, she announced her ruling that Jack be declared an outlaw, and told them to go at once to his shelter and arrest him, bringing him before her to be sentenced.
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    "Oh SHIT...there goes the neighborhood!"

    This should be good! &#58

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    It figures that a woman would ruin things! Jack is dug-in like nobody's business, so they better pack a lunch when they go after him. I think we're gonna have some toasted town folk on our hands. Time to test the flame-throwers!

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    What about the armed huey? Time for an un anounced air strike when the council is in sesion?

    That would be my choice!

    I would have kept a closer eye on things, I have learned that you can't trust people to govern themselves in large groups.
    It gets to impersonal, you have to keep groups to under 250 people.

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    I haven't even made it through this chapter yet, but can tell I'm sucked into the story because I'm outraged. Still, it introduces a consideration you should keep in mind. I'm interested to see how this gets handled.

    Edited - I've finished the chapter... I hope she dies slowly or that people eventually wake up.
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    lol...

    sometimes MZB's don't attack from the outside but rather spring up from within. :lol:

    NM, you make a very good point.
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    Chapter 30

    Over the summer, Jack and his people had stayed either at the complex or the airport in Boise. For some time, Jack had been wanting to back off the multitude of projects that had been consuming his time, and spent more of it with his wife and daughter. With flight operations moved to Gowen field and radio contact with outlying groups being handled by the growing town, he now had the time he wanted. Spending about half his time with his family, he and the other pilot instructors used the remainder to teach flying skills to anyone who wanted to learn. They’d also found time to repair the runway at the complex and re-sod the field, but had held off bringing in any more large aircraft until the grass had grown in.

    One of the things Jack had noticed that was funny was that it seemed mostly young people had an interest in becoming pilots. The security and farming interests also seemed to have more than their fair share of teenagers, which made it appear that only the young community members were willing to do any actual work. He knew this couldn’t be true, but it sure was odd. What were all the older people doing, he’d often wondered, there wasn’t really that much necessary work in other areas.

    Still, he loved teaching and associating with those young people. For the most part they were honest and hard working, and they wanted to learn. They hadn’t developed the cynicism that comes with age, and were a true joy to be around. They were also willing to just jump in and help when they saw someone doing something, which few of the adults seemed willing to do. For the most part, except for seeing new people occasionally as they arrived, Jack didn’t associate with the others from town at all. His job was pilot training, and he was happy to leave the greeting and settling of newcomers to them.

    He’d seen Sylvia around the airport on several occasions, and she appeared to be different from most of the older citizens in that she was willing to help get new people settled. Each time there was a flight due in she’d be there to greet them, and in fact had taken one of the crude apartments in the terminal itself just so she’d be available if others needed her. Seeing this, he’d wished more of the older residents were like her.

    By the end of summer all of the new pilots were trained. They had even checked out on the huge C-17 Globemaster. With training completed, there wasn’t much need for Jack and his people to remain in Boise, and they returned to the complex. The new flight crews would be living at the terminal permanently, but already the number of people coming in was starting to decline. Some of them, with fewer flights to crew, had decided to see if they could figure out how to fly the A-10 warthogs based at the field. They’d soon found the training manuals and before long were taking the planes up, learning just what they were capable of. It wasn’t all that unusual to see them practicing bombing and strafing runs that fall, honing their newly learned skills.

    The announcement of the elections to be held had come as a relief to Jack. He’d been aware that the council considered him the town leader, and he had absolutely no interest in political office. He was more than willing to help out when he could, but had no desire to be held above others as something special. As far as he was concerned, politicians were for the most part useless feeders off other people. When Sylvia announced her intention to run for mayor, he’d silently wished her well and stayed away from the whole sordid affair. He was confident the people had enough sense not to elect someone who would harm them, and figured the town could take care of themselves. Besides, he had a project he’d been wanting to work on, and it would mean that he’d be absent for long stretches of time, something he couldn’t do if he had to play at being in charge.

    As soon as the election was over and he knew he didn’t have to worry about running things anymore, he gathered up his salvage team plus anyone else from the complex who wanted to go, and headed out to several of the larger cities around the state to see what was there and what could be used by the town. Taking both Black Hawks as well as the Huey, they were able to carry twenty two people, plus enough supplies for a week. The first place he wanted to check out was Twin Falls, and after that the towns of Pocatello and Idaho Falls. If they still had time afterwards, he planned on going to Salt Lake City as well.

    The flight to Twin Falls was short, it wasn’t much farther than Boise, and they arrived a couple of hours later. Flying over the town, they scouted for a good place to set up a base of operations. Finding only a few office type buildings, they selected one that had a heli-pad on the roof, and set down there. The building was several stories tall, and with access to the ground floors blocked off, it was secure enough. Next they flew one of the Black Hawks over to a nearby motel and began ferrying mattresses and bedding back to the office building. They were finished about an hour before nightfall and, having a quick meal, the group turned in early.

    Over the next week they searched the town. Always aware of the possibility of running into people who were hostile, they assigned one of the helicopters to orbit an area in support of ground teams, and scouted any place they wanted to search as if it were already confirmed to be hostile. After determining the area to be safe, they then began exploring to see what was left that the town could possibly salvage.

    Twin Falls was a small town, not much bigger than Mountain Home. As such, there wasn’t too much of interest to the group. They did find several food warehouses with dry goods that were still in good shape, and they marked these on their map in case the food was needed. They also found a good deal of construction material, and decided they should be able to build a good number of houses from what was available.

    Cruising over the town one day, Jack spotted a mobile home dealer’s yard that contained a variety of single and doublewide trailers that appeared to be new. In the back of his mind he’d been aware that so many wanted to live at his complex that it was beginning to get cramped. He’d been trying to come up with a solution that didn’t involve kicking anybody out, and the idea of bringing in trailers seemed to be a good one. Already they had put in two used trailers from the Mountain Home area for use by the animal handlers, now they’d be able to move several others outside as well.

    Back at their base of operations that night, he laid out his plans to the others. They saw the benefits to the idea right off, and began making plans to move a number of trailers back to the complex. The next day was spent selecting trailers and getting the trucks that pulled them running. The yard had two trucks, which would allow them to move one double or two single trailers a day, without pushing themselves. Deciding to call off further exploration until the trailers were in, the group hooked up to two single trailers and headed back, with the helicopters flying above them in case of trouble.

    Arriving back at the complex, Jack was aware of many more people than normally lived there. After they got the trailers set up he went below to find Mel and see what was going on. Mel had elected to stay behind this trip and take care of the children so their mothers could go on the salvage operation. Besides Pam and Robin, several other women had given birth by this time. Among them was Don’s wife, Wendy. She’d delivered a healthy boy near the beginning of summer, to the delight of all. Already, Pam and Wendy were conspiring to get their two hapless children together, figuring it would be the perfect arranged marriage. Jack knew they weren’t serious, but kept an eye on them in any case. If the kids grew up and decided to marry, great, but he wasn’t about to let HIS daughter be forced into a marriage no matter how well intending her mother was.

    Finding Mel, he asked what was going on and why so many people were at the complex.

    “You’ll have to get the details from them Jack, but the gist of it is, apparently they weren’t allowed to vote in the election, and were told it was your idea that they couldn’t.”

    “What!? When was this decided? And by who? I never suggested they couldn’t vote, why would I, it was MY idea for them to be treated as adults in the first place.”

    “I know that Jack, but that’s what they said. Why don’t you call them all together and discuss it, they are also talking about some kind of rumors floating around about you.”

    Deciding that was a good idea, he went to the intercom and pushed the button, saying “can I have your attention please, this is Jack. I would like to have all the people not currently residing here to meet with me in the dining room in fifteen minutes, thank you.”

    Determined to get to the bottom of this, he headed for the dining room, with Mel at his side.

    Calling the meeting to order, Jack saw that not only the non residents, but most of the residents were there also. In fact, the only ones not there were those who were getting the mobile homes set up. Looking around the room at all the people, he said “Mel informs me that some of you weren’t allowed to vote. Can anyone fill me in on the reasons why not?”

    A young man in the middle of the group stood and spoke “they told us on the day of the election that we were too young, that no one under the age of twenty-one was allowed to vote.”

    Someone else shouted from the crowd, “yeah! And they said it was YOUR idea too!”

    “You didn’t really do that, did you Jack? You said we were all adults, did you say that just so we’d work like adults, but not intend for us to be real adults, like the council said?” a young lady asked, coming close to tears.

    Several more spoke up, saying about the same thing. Finally Jack got control of the meeting, and said “no, I never said anything like that! It was my intention that EVERYONE who worked would also exercise authority as well, including voting. Whoever told you that I was in favor of this was lying to you…I never said anything even close to that, and the council knows it!”

    “I told you he’d never do that to us.” One person said to his friends. “Jack has always been for us, it was that new Mayor’s doing, she’s been behind all the bad things happening.”

    Hearing Jack’s profession of innocence in the matter, the crowd settled down. They were sure he’d never lie to them, he never had in the past, even when the truth had hurt. Finally getting quiet, they allowed him to speak again.

    “Ok, I’m going to look into this, but I also want to hear about these rumors…what are people in town saying about me?”

    Suddenly everyone seemed to get embarrassed. No one wanted to say what was being said, and there was a hush over the gathering. Finally a teenage girl spoke up quietly from one corner of the room, “they call you ‘the pervert’. They said you and Pam aren’t really married.”

    Someone else said, “yeah, they said you were just living with her, and that you were the father of Robin’s kids as well.” At this, Robin looked up.

    “They say she was never married either, that you just said that to hide what you did” Still another said. “They say you have a bunch of young girls living here and that you’re sleeping with all of them.”

    Everyone in the room was nodding as more rumors were revealed. “That you brought everyone to town to have sex with.”

    “That you were messing around with the little children also.”

    “That you even were having sex with little boys.”

    “Everyday there’s a new one, and people are accepting everything being said as if it were the truth, they don’t even bother to question them anymore. And if any of us does question, they all look at us as if we’re crazy and ask if we’re defending you because we are doing the same thing. It’s getting so bad there’s no way to live around them anymore, so we all decided to come here instead.”

    Shocked and disgusted at what he’d been told, Jack shook his head for a moment. “I can’t believe this, why would anyone say these things about me? I haven’t done any of those things, you all know that! Who’s saying this?”

    Someone from the middle of the room spoke up, “everybody. At least, all the older ones. At first it was just the new people, the ones who never met you, but now a lot of the ones who know you are saying it too. The young people, the ones who weren’t allowed to vote don’t believe any of it, and a lot of them have started to leave, but not even a lot of them know you real well, so they aren’t coming here, they’re just leaving.”

    Stunned at these revelations, Jack ended the meeting by telling them they were all welcome to stay as long as they liked. He said he had to think about this and decide what to do about it.

    Before they left, one of the people from town said, “I don’t think you should go to town Jack, I’m not sure what would happen, but most people there don’t like you anymore. I don’t want you to get hurt, if something happened to you, what would the rest of us do?”

    Looking at her, he paused before answering. “I’ll consider it, I really don’t want to have anything to do with them anyway. This whole idea of bringing people together was a bad one…I never should have gone ahead with it without God’s approval.”

    With that, he made his way to his apartment, he had some praying and thinking to do.

    Realizing he needed to be left alone, Pam got their daughter, Sarah, and went over to Mel’s apartment. Neither woman could believe what was being said in town about Jack, and they were sure that the trouble over all this was just beginning.

    After several hours, Jack knocked on Mel’s door. Entering, he announced “I realized that I have gone against God by building this town and community without His blessing.” Turning to Pam he said “remember when I told you that I didn’t see what it could hurt to bring people together, even if I didn’t feel it was what God wanted?” she just nodded. “Well, now we know. I have been on my knees repenting of my sin of rebellion towards His lead, and seeking His forgiveness. I’ve also asked Him to lead me now, to let me know what if anything He wants me to do to try and fix this mess. As of right now, He hasn’t led me to do anything, therefore I’m not going to try and change things in town. Instead, we are going to focus on getting enough homes set up above us so anyone who wants to can live here. As for any other action, we’re just going to wait and see what God has in mind before doing anything.”

    Seeing the turmoil on his face and knowing how remorseful he felt, Pam stood and went to her husband, holding him in her arms and comforting him. “It’s ok Jack, we all get off the path occasionally, even the people we think should be above such things, like pastors. We all fall down, but the important thing is that we get up again. Everyone thought it was a good idea to gather people together, and now we all see that the mistake was in trying to do something without God. We’ll get better as we go on, just don’t feel as if you’re the only one who made a mistake.”

    Holding his wife, Jack was amazed at her words. She truly was a gift from God, and he silently said a prayer of thanks for her.




    Over the following weeks the group brought in many new homes. They had needed escort vehicles to stay with the trailer trucks, and at first used the Mog and Eric’s Toyota. They mounted one of the M-249’s on the Toyota, but Jack wanted more firepower than that. Going up to Boise was now out of the question, as the people there worked for the town and he didn’t want them aware of how many people were now living at the complex. Getting hummers from them might lead to questions he really didn’t want to answer.

    Instead, they went to Mountain Home AFB and found plenty of vehicles. The problem was, none of them were equipped with weapons. Finding a couple that had mounts installed, but no guns, they brought them back to the shelter and mounted Brownings from spares they had on hand. Now they were able to send two escort vehicles with each truck, giving them adequate protection in case there was anyone around who wanted to stop them.

    By the end of the month they had cleaned out the yard and had more than forty homes set up above the complex. Between them and the shelter itself, they now had more than a hundred and twenty people living there. They’d also heard more rumors from town, including some about Jean, Sylvia’s new security chief. News was brought to them by people on their way to find somewhere else to live, and said that the council members had been replaced in a way some citizens said was suspicious. Also, the Mayor had recently announced that all people under twenty-one had no rights, and were virtually slaves of the town. One person bringing news said they’d even split up married couples, taking their children and giving them to people who were ‘older’. Another report was about the new security chief and a dorm for young boys that he ran. According to the rumor this man was doing bizarre things with the boys, sexual things.

    Upon hearing this, many at the complex were enraged and wanted to go over there right then and attack them, especially they wanted to kill the security chief. But before they were able, Jack spoke to them. “Hold on everyone, you can’t just go attacking anyone on the basis of rumors, those are the same rumors as are being spread about me. Without evidence, we have no more right to go attacking them than they do attacking us. As much as I hate saying this, until we have something more concrete, we simply have to wait and see what happens. If these stories are true, then action will be taken, but we all have to trust God and leave this in His hands for now.”

    They knew he was right, and even though they still wanted to do something, everyone settled down. Jack could commiserate with them, he too wanted to do something, but he held off until he had clear evidence to act on.

    More stories kept coming in, including something about Christianity no longer being allowed to be preached. Jack was amazed that everything had happened so fast, but at the same time he knew many of those in town had been from Europe, and weren’t used to having Christianity preached so openly. Still, he was alarmed to learn that other religions, including pagans were starting to practice their beliefs openly, and hoped it wouldn’t be long before God acted.

    One day, as they were sitting down to lunch, Allison called him into the control room. When he got there she told him there were people at the gate from town, and they said they were there to arrest him! Pushing the button for the gate intercom, Jack said “what is this, what do you people want?”

    On the camera he could see one of the men step forward and reach out to the intercom. “This is town security, we have a warrant for the arrest of one Jack Mitchell, issued by the Mayor. Please don’t make things hard on yourself and come out peacefully, we don’t want to have to use force unless we have to.”

    Amazed at the audacity of this idiot, Jack looked at Allison and chuckled. Finally he pushed the button again and said “that’s nice, but I’m afraid the mayor has no authority here, and you have no jurisdiction. Now, if you’ll kindly turn around and go on back to town, we’d appreciate it. We don’t want you’re kind anywhere around here. Thank you.”

    Unsure what to do, the sergeant turned from the intercom and looked at his men. This wasn’t going as he’d expected. He’d been sure that Jack would simply submit to their demands, as the people in town did. It had never occurred to him that he’d act any different. Feeling he needed advice on this matter, he got back in the hummer and they went back to the town.

    When Sylvia heard that her security force had turned back just because that criminal TOLD them to, she was incensed. Calling for punishment for the entire detail, she was practically frothing at the mouth. How dare anyone oppose her!? After all, she was the Mayor! Finally, Jean was able to get her calm again. He said that he’d personally take charge of this, and there was no way Jack wouldn’t be in their custody by evening. This seemed to calm the woman, and she concentrated on planning his execution, after she had found him guilty in court.

    Gathering every security person he had, Jean went to the armory and outfitted them all with rifles and plenty of ammo. They then got aboard trucks and made their way to the complex, Jean riding in the lead vehicle. When they arrived he told his driver not to stop, but to knock the gate open and keep going. The driver complied and hit the gas, but the effort wasn’t entirely successful. As the truck hit the gate, one side popped free, but the other held. Wrapped around the front of the truck, the fence held it tight as it pivoted on a fencepost that hadn’t given way, pulling the truck off the road. They hit the ditch, stopping abruptly. The force of the impact drove the driver into the steering wheel, and his face into the windshield. Jean fared better, only hitting the dash and crushing his nose. After sitting there a moment trying to recover, blood gushing from his shattered nose, Jean climbed out of the vehicle. Not bothering to see if his driver was even alive, he made his way to the second vehicle in line and climbed in, ordering them to proceed with the assault.

    Hitting the gate set off the sensors, which sounded an alarm. Mike was on duty in the control room and, seeing what was happening on the monitor, ordered general quarters. This got everyone inside the shelter and all the doors closed and locked. By the time the trucks were approaching the main entrance everyone was inside and ready, and Jack had appeared at the control room. They watched on the monitor as the first vehicle pulled up to the entrance. A security guard got out and went over to the doors, but couldn’t figure out how to get them open. After a few minutes, Jean ordered one of the vehicles with a Browning on top to open fire and try to shoot their way through. At this, Jack realized these people could be a real danger, and went over to the defensive controls. Raising the closest flamethrower, he aimed off to their left a few feet and fired a two second blast.

    When Jean saw the stream of flame shoot from a previously hidden turret and land a few feet to the side of his group, he suddenly believed they were all dead. Without even being aware of it, his bladder let go, drenching his pants and running down his legs. After a second the flame stopped, and a loud speaker somewhere spoke in booming tones “THE NEXT SHOT WON’T MISS. GET OUT OF HERE AND DON’T EVER COME BACK. THIS IS YOUR ONLY WARNING!” realizing there was no way they could compete against such firepower, and scared out of his mind at the thought of burning alive, he screamed “RETREAT”, then climbed into the nearest vehicle and drove off at high speed, leaving the other passengers of the truck behind.

    Finally all of the assault force managed to get away, even the driver they’d left at the gate, although many of them had no intentions of returning to the three ring circus the town had become. Deciding that staying would only get them killed, they headed in different directions, hoping they could manage to get by on their own. Returning to Sylvia, Jean convinced her that Jack was as good as in prison where he was, and all they had to do was keep him there. She wasn’t convinced and still wanted to kill him, but she also realized they’d need more people and better equipment to do it, and decided to do as Jean said, at least for the moment.
    "Glocks may well work everytime, but they have all the beauty and character of a black rubber doorstop." - Rice Paddy Daddy

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    Default Re: Mountain Home

    Man CFI,
    I am somewhat new here and I love this story. You are a very good writer.
    One suggestion, kill the Mayor!
    Thanks and looking forward to more.

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    Default Re: Mountain Home

    Time for an air strike.

    Get her before she can get heavy fire power! &#58


    Being that the town was not gods will, do I sense a "hammer of god" thingy happening soon?

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    Default Re: Mountain Home

    See previous comment about dealing with snakes and other venomous creatures...

    Somewhere about right now, in the real world, you'd see a small strike-team quietly assemble itself - made up of younger folks who escaped to Jack's place and thus understand where the problems originate. Given the range of a .50BMG rifle - and I'm sure motivated searchers could find at least one in that part of the country - the mayor's life expectancy would be dwindling rapidly. The group would call this "operation archangel" and since most of them would survive, they would then start referring to themselves by angelic names like "cherubim" and "seraphim" and the like. Given that the woes of human condition weren't wiped out and that people are starting to gather into cities again, the angles will have steady work, reaching into viper-dens to eradicate threats quietly and thoroughly that can't be handled openly. An operating group might be referred to as "an archangel" at this point.

    Yeah, bringing people in from foreign countries - rather than going over and helping them consolidate into groups in their own areas - was a major effing crew-up on his part in the first place. Sow the wind and reap the whirlwind, Jack.

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