What Zombies Fear (Book 2): The Maxists by Kirk Allmond Read Free Book Online

Tookes loves that white pickup, don’t wreck it. M5, you leave in five minutes, dismissed!”
     
    “ M2, ready yourselves for homeland patrol. You leave when M4 gets back. Dismissed!”
     
    When everyone was gone except Bookbinder’s own team, he continued with the orders.
     
    “ M1. Our mission is two-fold. Command has directed us to recon the state police headquarters. They’ve also tasked us with keeping an eye out and being ready to back up any of the other teams as required. Our mission at the headquarters is to acquire police assets, vests, weapons, ammunition, communications equipment and vehicles.”
     
    “ Men, The Four are heading to the propane depot. Their mission is to secure cooking fuel for Mrs. Tookes. They’ve got the most open area and they’re a little cocky. We’ll need to back them up if they get in over their heads.”
     
    “ We leave in five minutes also. Get to it men, dismissed.”
     
    Charlie headed quickly down to his room in the grooms cottage to gather his stuff. He’d taken the small one room cottage for himself. He let anyone to use his bathroom at almost any time, his door was never locked. Inside the small, cozy cottage he knelt down at his foot locker, unlocked it and retrieved his weapons. He almost never openly wore even a side arm on the property, both as a show of respect for the children in the area and to show that he was confident in their safety. He did carry a small frame 9mm handgun concealed in the rear waistband of his pants; he’d been carrying that weapon for 15 years and just didn’t feel right without it.
     
    He strapped on his desert camo combat vest and slid in the armor plates. The chest strap for his HK g3 attached to D-rings on his vest. The H&K was .308 caliber carbine. It was almost as powerful as the rifle Tookes called Sammie and just as accurate at ranges out to a hundred yards. It had a collapsible stock which allowed it to be more effective indoors and an ACOG scope for faster target acquisition. Bookbinder carried six twenty round magazines in his combat vest plus one in the rifle, Charlie alone could handle a small horde of infected.
     
    He walked out of his cottage ready to do violence. His men were there waiting for him, already sitting in the explorer. Charlie knew they’d be bringing additional vehicles home, so they were riding packed tightly for the fifteen miles up through town.
     
    They arrived at the police station in no time, the place looked deserted. The building itself was steel, Dalton Reineer exited the front passenger side of the vehicle and advanced on the eight foot chain link and barbed wire fence. He pulled a large pair of collapsible bolt cutters from his pack and unfolded the handles out to their full twenty-four inches. These cutters were military issue and easily cut through the padlock that was holding the fence closed.
     
    Reineer removed the chain, looped it through one side of the fence and opened the gate, motioning Hostetler to drive through. On the way to the police station, they’d discussed entry points, it seemed most logical to breach through the back door near the giant roll up doors. There were a dozen police cars parked inside the chain link fence; two of them were explorers with full bull bars and inside prisoner cages.
     
    The team approached the rear door in a formation that they’d practiced in the yard on Charlie’s cabin door a hundred times. Hostetler, Reineer and Garrett on the handle side, Johnson on the hinge side. Charlie stepped forward with a large Halligan style pry-bar. He drove the forked end into the crack between the latch and the frame and pried out and right, sending the door flying open to the left.
     
    Johnson caught the door, giving Charlie room to step to the side between Hostetler and Reineer to recover from the prying outside the line of fire from the room. Hostetler and Reineer stepped forward as Charlie was stepping between them in a well choreographed dance. Charlie