Ashes - Fury In The Ashes Part 12

"They'll start getting here this evening. They'll land and make their drop from the Moss Point airport."

Ike nodded his approval. He knew Ben had chosen that airport in case of an accident. It was the airport furthest away from the majority of troops. He studied the map and mentally noted that the Rebels were meeting less and less resistance in their drive north. Thus far, they had bulled their way up to San Mateo on 101, and just past that point on Interstate 280.

Corrie spoke up. "Meteorology on the horn, General. They say we will have a brisk wind out of the northeast commencing approximately 0700 hours day after tomorrow. The winds will remain reasonably stiff for most of the morning. They say if you're going to make the drop, that is the time. For in this section of the country, at this time, the winds can be very erratic."

"Thank you, Corrie, and thank them for that report.

Ike, get your people moving south. Quietly. But get them out. This stuff has a life of only a few minutes, but if the winds pick up, no telling where it'll drift in those minutes. Have every person in your battalion draw the injectable vaccine and make sure they know how to properly use it."

"Right, Ben. See you, partner."

Ben stared out the window for a moment. "Corrie, advise those pilots who will make the drop to stay in touch with weather. I want them flying by 0645 on drop day. If the winds change as predicted, they will make their drop immediately and then get the h.e.l.l out."

"Yes, sir."

"b.u.mp Cecil and tell him I want him out of his sector and moving south by no later than 1800 hours tomorrow. Make d.a.m.n sure that Dan, West, and Tina are the firstto receive the vaccine kits. As soon as the last plane takes off carrying the chemicals, I want them injected immediately and out of that area. By early that morning, the creeps will know something is up when the bombs stop falling. And you can bet your boots they've got people close enough in to see Dan's bug-out."

"Right, sir."

"Have West's men start laying explosives on the bridges and overpa.s.ses heading south out of Pacifica. Blow them behind them as they pull out."

Ben walked to a window and stared out. "Now all we can do is wait for the winds to change."

Twelve hours before the chemical drop was to commence, the area just south of the city began to resemble a smoking ghost town. Only those personnel who were absolutely essential remained behind. And that did not include Doctor Chase.

"Raines!" the doctor bellowed. "Who in the G.o.dd.a.m.n h.e.l.l do you think you are, telling me to clear out?"

"The commander of Rebel forces, that's who. While you were up poking your nose close to the front, I ordered all your people to pack up and clear out. They got. Now you're next. So pack up and git!"

"Get me my XO!" Chase hollered at Corrie.

"I just spoke with him," Ben informed him. "He and the MASH units are halfway to Hollister, Doctor."

Chase glared at him. "Raines, you're an a.s.shole-you know that?"

"I've been called worse. Now clear out of here, Lamar. You're needed down south and you d.a.m.n well know it. Stop being so bull-headed."

"What if there is a counterattack and you suffer casualties, hardhead?"

"We have combat medics here and evac planes to get them to surgery- down south.

That's why you're needed down there, you old goat."

"Ha! For your information, I quit doing surgery except for emergencies a year ago, Raines. So you don't know as much as you think you do."

"Well, then," Ben said with a smile. "If that's the case, perhaps I should send your b.u.t.t back to Base Camp One and get you out of my hair here.""

"Try it, Raines," the doctor said. "You just try pulling rank on me. I'll quarantine your a.s.s!"

Linda stood with her mouth open, watching and listening to the men have at it. Jersey walked over to her.

"Don't pay any attention to them. They've been doing this for years."

"Who usually wins?"

"The one who hollers the most."

"I ... see, I think." She cleared her throat. "I have a suggestion, gentlemen."Ben and Lamar shut up and looked at her.

"Why don't you both go south?" she suggested sweetly. "That way, the Chief of Medicine and the Commanding General would both be safe if something were to go wrong."

"Now there," Lamar said with a smile, "is a very sensible young lady. How about it, General Raines?"

"I'm needed here," Ben said stiffly.

"To do what?" Lamar challenged him, grinning.

"Crank the planes" engines? Tell the pilots what time it is? You going to show them how to operate the bomb-bay doors, maybe? If you just have to give orders, you can radio them from Hollister."

Lamar chuckled and added, "Got you, Raines!"

Ben glared at Linda. "Thank you very much for that marvelous suggestion."

"You're certainly welcome," she said with a smile.

"Shall I have Cooper bring the wagon up?"

"Oh, by all means, please do."

"Hee-hee-hee-hee!" Lamar giggled.

"Oh, shut up!" Ben said.

"Sore loser!"

The little con artist, Emil Hite, stuck his head into Ben's CP. He took one quick look at the expression on Ben's face and beat it back outside. He looked around for Thermopolis and walked over to him.

"The general doesn't look too happy, Therm.

What's the matter?"

"He lost an argument with Doctor Chase. I think we're getting ready to bug out south."

"Suits the h.e.l.l out of me. All this smoke is really aggravating my sinuses."

Therm could not hide his smile. "Why don't you ask the Great G.o.d Blomm to heal them?"

Emil grinned. "Sure. And at the same time, I'll expect to see a herd of elephants flying by."

"It was a good scam, Emil. Even though the majority of your followers knew all along that you were full of s.h.i.t."

Emil shrugged. "Sure they did. I knew that.

Oh, well, I'll think of something else. I always have."

"Why not play it straight?" Therm suggested. "Who knows, you might like it."

"Why don't you cut your hair?" Emil countered.

"Who knows, you might like it."

Thermopolis chuckled. "Touch'e, little friend."

"Am I?"

Thermopolis frowned and looked at the man. "Are you what?"

"Your friend?"

"Of course, you're my friend. There really isn't a mean bone in your body, Emil. You're kind to animals, don't harm the environment, you're nice to anybody who treats you the same, and whileyou might argue it, the truth is you work harder at getting out of work than you would if you held a regular nine-to-five job. If such a thing even exists anywhere in the world anymore."

"I like to con people," the little man admitted, as he adjusted his turban. "I've been doing it all my life and I'm pretty good at it. But I'll tell you something, Therm. I like what I'm doing now even better."

"The fighting?"

"Well, to be honest, yes, that's part of it. I'll admit that there is a certain type of high to be had in combat. But no, it's the fact that for the first time in a long, long time I'm really contributing something toward the good of all. Ben Raines is human; he has faults just like all the rest of us. But he's trying to do what he believes is right for all the good people of the United States ... h.e.l.l, the world!

I don't agree with everything he does; no Rebel does, is my belief. But he's on the right track, and they know it, I know it and you know it too, Therm. There have been too many excuses made for criminals for too many years. Look around you, pal. There is every race and every religion represented in the Rebels. And yet, I haven't heard the terms n.i.g.g.e.r, spic, wop, greaser, kike, or slope spoken since I've been a part of this movement. And that's what it is, Therm, a movement. It's a great gathering of like-minded people all willing to put their lives on the line to make this world a better place for those who are willing to follow just a few simple rules."

Therm looked at the man as Emil wiped a tear from the corner of his eye.

"I get emotional just thinking about it." Emil walked away, humming "G.o.d Bless America."

Ben Raines has another convert, Therm thought.

Another basically good soul willing to lay down his life for the cause. Ben Raines is the d.a.m.nedest man I have ever encountered in my life. He always has to be in charge, whether or not he really wants the job. He is cruel and compa.s.sionate, benevolent and ruthless, farsighted and shortsighted, opinionated, yet with the intelligence to admit when he's wrong ... although not often, Therm noted.

Sort of like someone else Therm knew.

It startled him when he realized he was thinking about himself.

Chapter Nine.

"Everything on delayed scramble." Ben gave the order from Hollister. He rolled another cigarette.

"You're smoking too much," Lamar chided him.

"Shut up," Ben said.

Lamar walked away. He knew when to push Ben and when to leave him alone. He joined Ike, lounging against the fender of a Hummer, drinking a cup of coffee.

Lamar pointed at Ben. "That man can be as surlyas a wolverine."

Ike grinned. "Why do you think I'm over here?"

0600. The morning of the chemical drop on the city of San Francisco.

"The wind is beginning to shift," Corrie told Ben, lifting one earphone to hear his response.

"Weather people say it will continue in that direction at least until mid-morning. Conditions will be most favorable for a drop in fifteen minutes."

"All right," Ben said. He was reflective for a moment. Then he sighed and said, "Tell Dan and his people to bug out. Advise the pilots there has been a change in scheduling and to get the birds up right now.

Tell Dan to monitor the pilots."

Ben began pacing the area around the communications van.

n.o.body said anything to him except Corrie.

"Bugging out, General," she advised. "The winds have settled and are now blowing directly toward the west at ten to twelve knots."

Ben stopped his pacing. "Have Dan and his people used the vaccine?"

"That's ten-four, sir. They have injected and are all safe."

"What's Dan's twenty?"

"Colonel Gray is just south of the town of Montara. He ordered West and Tina out an hour ago. They are both well south of the drop area and are moving toward this staging area."

"Buddy, the bikers, the Scouts?"

"All standing clear and injected, sir."

Striganov, Rebet, and Danjou were at the staging area.

"Order all personnel to inject, Corrie."

She clicked on a loudspeaker and gave the order.

Ben broke the seal on a syringe and popped himself in the leg. He looked around him. All Rebels in sight were injecting themselves.

"Tell the pilots to drop their payloads as soon as they are over the target," Ben said quietly.