TOCABAGA (Revised Edition) (Book #1 of The Tocabaga Chronicles) by Thomas H. Ward Read Free Book Online

seemed, with 40 pounds of gear on me.
    I was tired and ready to fall . I stumbled as I got to the first cars in the roadblock. Robbie and Ron were there to meet me. I stumbled falling to my knees; Ron raced out and grabbed me, half-dragging me back up the bridge behind a car. I laid there and puked, trying to gain control of my breath. I thought, man, I have to quit smoking.
    I run three miles four times a week but running with all that gear on, a bulletproof vest, 100 rounds of ammo , rifle, pistol, water and heavy boots was difficult. I am too old for this shit.
    The car got closer and gunfire was flashing from the windows. Ron, Robbie and about ten others started shooting, firing everything they had, and the car came to a screeching halt about 200 feet from us. Gunfire stopped coming from the car. One dope jumped out of the car and started to run back down the road, trying to get away. I don’t know how our bullets missed him as he ran out of effective range.
    I got on the radio and called Tommy saying, “Bad guy coming toward you, take him out.”
    A few minutes later we heard one shot, which means one kill if Tommy fired it.
    The radio hissed, “Got him, Dad. On my way back. Did you guys kill the rest of them?”
    “I think so but check the car on your way back.”
    A few moments later, Tommy was jogging down the road and he stopped at the car, pulled out his Glock 9mm, and started shooting into it. He pulled the bodies out of the car and dragged them to the edge of the water. Hopefully the high tide would wash them out to sea.
    Driving the car full of bullet holes over to us, Tommy said, “Some of those assholes were still alive but not now. I got us some more guns and ammo; here are three AK47 rifles and ten mags of ammo.”
    “ Good job,” I said, and I thanked God we made it back.
    “ What do we do now? They’ve still got us blocked in,” Rick asked.
    Tommy replied, “I have an idea; we have killed another five dope heads, cutting their numbers down to less than 30 men. I suggest we snipe them to kill more and after they lose another 10 or 15 guys, they may give up and leave. We don’t need to go after them and breach the buildings. I can kill them at 700 yards away. That way we stay safe.”
    I replied, “I don’t mind fighting in the open but going into their secured buildings is another matter.”
    We needed hand grenades and the Rangers gave us a boxful but breaching a building is risky and an easy way to get killed. I didn’t want any of us to get hurt, let alone killed. The idea was to take out the bad guys and not end up dead in the process. We’re not trained for breaching buildings. Tommy’s idea was a good one and everyone agreed with it.
    I asked Rick, “Can Tommy use your Cobb 50 to shoot right through the buildings?”
    Rick said, “Yes, but I don’t want to use all the ammo. I’ve only have 200 rounds.”
    A 50 caliber armor -piercing round will go through a car engine so blowing through a concrete wall is not a problem.
    Tommy , the expert in this said, “Here is the plan; the shooting platform will be the back of my pickup truck. This way we can get the hell out of there quickly if needed. I will take the Cobb 50 and my sniper rifle for easy window shots. Just give me ten rounds of 50 cal. I would like two people for added protection armed with ARs; they can watch for men who may try to sneak up on us. I need another person for a spotter to scan windows and ground areas for targets to hit. If we do this once or twice a day we can kill ten more of those jerks. This will demoralize them and they will give up and leave. I want Robbie, Eddy and Amy for a spotter.”
    We all agreed and Tommy made ready his Toyota four-door, four-wheel drive Tundra pickup. Tommy thought it important to hit them right away as they might not be expecting it and would be looking for the four men we just killed. Robbie and Eddy would go with him for security and my daughter Amy would be his spotter.
    Amy