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"The New World Order"
(Primary IC Thread)
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(Primary IC Thread)
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This role play is not ready for writers yet.
Soon ... I promise.
4 March 2020
1730 hrs
Three Miles West of Ravenswood, Minnesota
Henry "Hank" Williams exited the Humvee with his M4 at the ready, watching his men curl out in flanking positions around the mass of abandoned vehicles blocking the country highway. After a short moment, the All Clear was called out from both ends of the barricade, and Williams -- signaling a nearby man for a pair of field glasses -- strode forward and struck a position over the hood of a burned out Dodge.
The two lane highway they'd been following for over two hundred miles continued ahead of them for three more before disappearing into a wall of Oak trees.
"Travis, tell me about this Ravenswood again," Williams called out, eyes still pressed to the binoculars. "Strategic stuff. Leave out the rah rah good-to-be-home bullshit."
The relatively younger military contractor a few yards behind the Unit Commander chuckled lightly before beginning his report. The town on the far side of that grove of trees -- which lined a major river they couldn't yet see from here -- had in fact been Walter Wally Travis's childhood home; and it was his familiarity with it that had brought the homeless contractors here in the first place.
"Population was 500 before Bomb Day," he began. "Don't know what it might be now, what with refugees coming to Ravenswood at the same time that some residents are flee--"
"Go on," Williams growled impatiently.
"Yes, sir. The island sits between the Greer River on this side and The Ravenswood Slough on the other. It's about a mile and a half long, half a mile wide at its widest. It -- the island, I mean -- sits on solid bedrock that rises out of the river, so there's cliffs all around ... pretty much sheer, 20 feet to as much as 40 in some places."
"So getting onto the island means...?"
"Two bridges, sir." Travis stepped up and pointed over William's shoulder to the wall of green. "One just beyond those trees ... the highway ... pretty much looks like the two lanes we're standing on now."
"And the other?"
"Used to be a railroad bridge. Rails've been removed and what they call a linear park put in ... walkway, bike path ... connects the Slough Overlook Park to River Road on the mainland."
Travis and his friends had grown up calling the County lands beyond the island's bridges The Mainland. Sometimes the lack of recreational and employment possibilities for them out in the Counties made them feel as if Ravenswood sat out in the middle of the Pacific Ocean someplace, rather than in Northern Minnesota near the Manitoba, Canada, border.
"Defense?" William continued questioning.
"Sheriff Sub-station located at City Hall," Travis continued, "but only one cop-- Deputy, I mean. We got some Grunts and Weekend Warriors, but most of them were probably pulled away after Bomb Day to ... to do whatever, wherever."
When the younger man didn't continue, Williams turned and eyed him with a raised eyebrow. "You ever heard of the Second Amendment?"
Travis's face showed his confusion.
"There're more guns in my hometown than there are people, Rookie," William clarified, turning back to look down the road.
"Sorry, sir," Travis said, understanding the question now. "Yeah-- yes ... Ravenswood's got guns. Lots of duck and goose hunters round here, so mostly shotguns. Not many rifles, though ... there are some."
"Gun store?"
"Peterson's Hardware."
"Gun range?"
"The Moose Lodge has a range at the south end of town, but ... they don't keep guns there. BYOF."
When Williams shot Travis another hard look, the younger man clarified, "Bring your own firearm."
Williams, again with his eyes pressed to the field glasses, called out "Palmer!"
"No sir," the man with the .50 caliber sniper rifle atop the tallest abandoned vehicle called back. "Not a soul in sight."
"Well, they're either not too concerned about visitors," Williams said, turning and heading back for his vehicle, "or ... they'd got half of the townsfolk hiding behind that tree line, waiting for us.
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