A JAG-Sims3 Story
Author: Haruo Chikamori
Rating: M
Classification: Angst, Romance.
Spoilers: N/A
Summary: Continuity of Government (COG) – a stark term for starting over after a holocaust the likes of which is hoped will never ever happen. This is a what-could-happen if the button was ever pressed.
DISCLAIMER: The characters Harm Rabb, Jr., Sarah "Mac" Mackenzie, Meg Austin, AJ Chegwidden, et al. belong (in concept if not name) to CBS/Bellisarius. Animal and all OC characters are the property of Heather and Hugo Chikamori. No profit is being made from this story, nor is any infringement intended.
------------------------------------------------Chapter Three - The Recon
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Other than the eerie wailing of the wind through the town, there wasn't much going on; but it made the hair on the back of our necks crawl. Hardly anyone emerged from the buildings and the few people visible wandering around town were tourists looking for a kick. Why anyone would bother going on a vacation to this part of a bombed out wasteland was beyond me.
Outside of criminals and thugs, there was nobody around Nightmare City. Anyone with any sense had decided to uproot and move - though they didn't know what lay beyond the hills surrounding the town. Which pretty much begged the question why we weren't out of here. But of course, we had a plan, but that involved staying put for a while...and it also meant that we needed to make a defensible position in our residence of choice. Quite possibly it meant tearing down the house that was here and making a bunker partly underground would help with security...and part of that would be making sure that we had dogs patrolling the perimeter of the fence that we were going to build on the property.
Breakfast had us at the firepit again roasting some more of our catch that wasn't trout. The goldfish was delicious; although most pet owners would probably have a conniption fit at the thought.
...and again fishing took up most of the day. After all we needed to make sure that our catch was sufficiently preserved and the fact that we would have to have 500 preserved trout to carry us through to the next place we would set roots down in was an ever-present weight on our shoulders.
Matt thought that it would be a good idea for the both of us since we were both packing heat that we should recon the area to make sure that there were no active hostiles in the area looking to turn us into prey. And if there were any eyes, that they knew that we weren't going to be easy-pickings. Considering that the M4s that my dad and Matt's dad had were military grade (which meant that they were full-auto), we could put out some fire-power. I hope that they were intimidated enough by us that we would be able to gather our resources in peace and quiet.
...and just to make things even more spooky, the fog decided to pick up even more during the course of the late afternoon which brought visibility down to about twenty feet in front of us as we ran to the nearest way-point.
Matt and I had our eyes peeled as we ran from point to point...hoping to hell that we didn't become bullet-magnets as Dad liked to say. This was one time that we wished that we had a Blackhawk to take us out of this place, but that was MGen Koffi's bird and he took it with him when he headed off to where he was planning to settle. I think we ran at least five clicks when we were sprinting from place to place taking cover in the nearest cover that we could find.
And being outside our perimeter, made us feel extremely exposed. We sprinted whenever we were going from exposed dirt to cover. Any chance of being nailed by a round was probably when we were outlined against the horizon so we beat feet and made sure that we kept our time exposed to a minimum.
Matt's explanation for doing this recon was to ascertain the potential threats that were posed by the rest of the inhabitants of this area. And to see if we had time to secure the place that we were staying long enough for us to equip ourselves for the long trek out of here. It still gave me the heebiejeebies to be sprinting from building to building assessing the area and making sure that they were clear of any hostiles.
When Matt was sufficiently satisfied that we weren't going to get attacked we decided to return to our place. Dad was also a stickler for home defense and now I realized that the main reason why we picked the spot that we did was that we could see any attacks coming from all four directions that it could potential come from. And the buildings to the west restricted the attacking force into three coverable corridors while the south, north and east were able to be have clear lines of fire to defend against. So woe be any aggressor that tried to attack us because we were able to defend against the attackers and once the fixed fence went up they wouldn't be able to breach it unless they used bolt cutters or thermite.
When we got back; we secured our main doors and made sure that we were able to keep our rifles clean and at-the-ready. Then it was time to hunker down for yet another restless night provided the howling packs of dogs didn't keep us awake.
...and the fog settled in around us as we slept, our hands close to our rifles beside us.
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