A Powerless World | Book 4 | Outlive The Darkness Hunt, Jack (feel good novels .txt) 📖

Nina’s father, exchanged a look with Hank and nodded. Although she was from their clan, they knew how close Jessie was to her, and how much she loved him. And after what they had done in taking his unborn child, if anyone deserved to get revenge for her death it was him and they knew it.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Armed and ready for battle, they’d entered the bay somewhere between Fairhaven and Samoa. They’d watched from the mainland for close to twenty minutes before embarking on the short ten-minute ride across the water. Ten of them were squeezed into two small fishing boats, each of them outfitted with automatic rifles, vests and enough ammo to handle trouble.

It was all about timing.

As the waterfront was patrolled every half an hour, they had to make sure to time it just right. They couldn’t use a motor because it would have given away their position, so each of them rowed. The two boats glided through the choppy water with only the sound of waves lapping up against the sides. They would make ground near Oak Harbor Freight Lines, a cartage company that had been in operation since the early 1930s.

With a huge factory and massive amounts of piled timber nearby, Colby felt it would offer the perfect cover for the approach and the most direct route to the armory which was located at the Jefferson Community Center.

The center was selected for its size, its position to the residential area and distance away from the access gates. It wasn’t just rifles and handguns they were storing, the militia had brought in rocket launchers, land mines, flashbangs, grenades, swords and machetes. There was a vast array. Most of it had been handed over by residents throughout the county, some had been stolen from Trinity County and the rest was the militia’s own personal cache. In many ways the militia had strengthened the community in their attempts to control it.

Once they were on the shore, they fanned out, staying low, rifles at the ready as they waited for the boats to return and collect the remaining ten.

With knowledge of the patrol routes, Colby led the group, zigzagging their way across the town, using abandoned business buildings, backyards and narrow alleys until they were close enough to see it. As expected, the building was heavily guarded with by roughly fifteen volunteers. They were positioned through the grounds, which were bordered by A Street to the west, B Street to the east, Washington Street to the north and Clark Street to the south.

Their group had entered an empty house just off Grant Street. It gave them a direct line of sight to the property. “There’s four on the roof, another eight throughout the grounds and three inside the building. Fifteen in total unless they’ve changed it, but from what I can see, it looks the same as it was yesterday.” He pointed down the street. “The roads are blocked by vehicles. The building is fenced off.” In the darkness they could see flames licking up into the night sky. They came from fires in oil drums that were used by those outside to stay warm.

“And land mines?”

“It’s said they have them out there but I think that was used as a scare tactic more than anything else. Can you imagine one of them forgetting where a mine was placed and triggering it? No. It would be too dangerous,” Colby said.

They waited in that house for at least a quarter of an hour, observing the men from afar. Colby glanced at his analog watch. “They should be at the access points by now.”

Hank got on the radio. “Derek. What’s your sitrep?”

“A team is in position.”

B team came over the radio following that. TJ and Eric, two of his brothers, were leading the second group. “Man, there are a lot of them,” TJ said. “They must have been expecting us.”

Colby put out his hand and Hank handed him the radio. “Use the trucks as cover. Remember what I said about the flamethrowers. Remember, stay far back, you are there to distract. That’s it. Hold your position and unleash hell on them.”

“Roger that.”

They waited. Several minutes passed, then the staccato of gunfire shattered the silence. What followed was a series of explosions. Fireballs burst above the city as the teams waged a full-scale attack on the access points. While this was taking place, Colby flipped down his night vision goggles and observed the armory again. There was a chance they would distribute out weapons and reinforce the access points, or they might pull back and lock the armory down.

He saw movement, several guys got on walkie-talkies but no one left their post.

“You ready?” Hank asked.

“We need to take them out fast, before they radio for backup.”

Colby took out a quick detach suppressor and attached it to the end of his M4. “There are twelve patrolling the outside. If our snipers take out the four on the roof first, you should be able to get your crew to the north and east sides, while we’ll focus on the four to the west and south.”

Hank stared at him and a smile formed.

“What?” Colby asked.

“This. You. Us. Odd, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, don’t overthink it,” he said brushing past him. They made their way down to the ground and got into position. Even though several of Hank’s cousins were skilled snipers, there was a chance those on the roof could raise the alarm before they were taken out. The assault would be fast and anything could go wrong. If all went to plan, they would reduce their numbers in a matter of a minute. Those who survived would likely panic and rush back into the building, calling for backup. Then all hell would break loose.

He couldn’t control that.

But he could control what he saw before him.

Shouldering his rifle, Colby got as close as he could without being seen and readjusted his scope to get one of the men on the ground in his crosshair. As soon as