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sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
Thank you, nice find this morning.
ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
The surface was still on the pond. Bekka had come out here looking for Kara. No one had seen her since everyone had gone to bed the night before. She found Kara sitting on one of the granite slabs they had placed down by the shore of the pond. There was a small alcohol stove next to her and a stainless cup with what smelled like instant chicken soup in it. She was dressed in what Kara had called her renfaire gear. Soft leather knee high boots, stained leather pants and a leather shirt over a thin puffy pullover. Kara’s warbelt was next to her, along with a day pack and her e&e bag and the suppressed carbine. There were some ducks out on the water barely visible in the mist rising around them. Bekka spoke softly, not wanting to disturb the peace of the morning.
“So, you came out early.”
“I had to think, and clear out some stuff from my head. The water helps.”
“You’re geared up a bit, Whatcha got in mind?”
“We need info on what’s going on with the assholes in the forest. I figured I could go find out some of what’s going on. With vehicles we make too much noise and are more limited to routes. I came down here to think and plan before I came to you and Garen.”
“Well, how about the bicycle? Those are quiet and not as trail limited, but would let you go quick when you need to. I take it you were figuring to go alone?”
“Who else would I have to go with me? Your rib and leg mean you’re not running through the woods, Garen is still questionable for a while with his new crease, Allyson is a city girl and we don’t know how she is in the woods, and then there’s Angelique. She seems to have some good primitive skills but sneaking and running and gunning, especially if it comes to e&e? Besides, I don’t know how healed her leg is. You’re the planner, what do you think?”
Bekka thought of all she was saying. She could follow the logic, but she still didn’t like it. Did they need to do this right now though? The sooner they knew what they were up against, the better they could plan. She hated seeing Kara take this upon herself, but she couldn’t refute the logic.
“So I take it, you are figuring to head out this morning?”
“Yeah. The sooner we can do things, we can do them before they get too consolidated.”
“Ok, why don’t you take one of the old mountain bikes and use it to push out to the northeast and then do your walk from there. At least you could make better time on your infil. You got enough batteries and supplies?”
“I’m topped off on everything. I’ll grab one of the bikes and push off within the hour. And thanks for not trying to talk me out of it.”
“I love you, you better come back. Don’t make Garen and I come looking for you.”
Kara stood up and embraced Bekka for a long time.
“Sunrise and sundown on the radio. Give the fuzzyheaded guy a big kiss for me.”
Bekka was teary eyed as she walked back up the hill.
“So, you came out early.”
“I had to think, and clear out some stuff from my head. The water helps.”
“You’re geared up a bit, Whatcha got in mind?”
“We need info on what’s going on with the assholes in the forest. I figured I could go find out some of what’s going on. With vehicles we make too much noise and are more limited to routes. I came down here to think and plan before I came to you and Garen.”
“Well, how about the bicycle? Those are quiet and not as trail limited, but would let you go quick when you need to. I take it you were figuring to go alone?”
“Who else would I have to go with me? Your rib and leg mean you’re not running through the woods, Garen is still questionable for a while with his new crease, Allyson is a city girl and we don’t know how she is in the woods, and then there’s Angelique. She seems to have some good primitive skills but sneaking and running and gunning, especially if it comes to e&e? Besides, I don’t know how healed her leg is. You’re the planner, what do you think?”
Bekka thought of all she was saying. She could follow the logic, but she still didn’t like it. Did they need to do this right now though? The sooner they knew what they were up against, the better they could plan. She hated seeing Kara take this upon herself, but she couldn’t refute the logic.
“So I take it, you are figuring to head out this morning?”
“Yeah. The sooner we can do things, we can do them before they get too consolidated.”
“Ok, why don’t you take one of the old mountain bikes and use it to push out to the northeast and then do your walk from there. At least you could make better time on your infil. You got enough batteries and supplies?”
“I’m topped off on everything. I’ll grab one of the bikes and push off within the hour. And thanks for not trying to talk me out of it.”
“I love you, you better come back. Don’t make Garen and I come looking for you.”
Kara stood up and embraced Bekka for a long time.
“Sunrise and sundown on the radio. Give the fuzzyheaded guy a big kiss for me.”
Bekka was teary eyed as she walked back up the hill.
sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
Nice, thank you.
ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
Kara woke up early. She was full of frantic unfocused energy. She wasn’t sure why. She went down to the workshop to avoid waking anybody else up. She found herself staring at the topographic map on the wall. Her eyes were drawn to the park infrastructure on the map. It had no real notes in that area unlike the other areas like the trip line area, Thor’s, the mine, Allyson’s parking spot and many others. Her brain kept saying ‘we’re in the dark’. In the old days she could go down the hall and get the intel guys to tell her everything going on. There was no intel section, no recon photos, it was just them.
She kept circling back to what they needed. She started trying to figure out how they can get the info they needed. It kept coming back to someone had to go and put eyes on them. She then tried to figure out who and how. As much as she wanted there to be another way and or another person, it seemed to come down to her being the best bet. She then tried to figure out the best method. Vehicles were too noisy and too limited in routes. If she kept things light, she could go on foot fairly quick and stealthy. She wasn’t in the running shape she once was. What seemed a lifetime ago, she ran ultra-marathons, or at least trained for it. She started thinking what equipment she would need or want. Most of the main tactical style gear was too heavy. She was after stealth, not combat. Soft moccasins would run better than boots and be quieter. The same with most the other clothing. She thought about what she still had here. Most her soft lightweight stuff was in the Airstream and was gone. She still had her renfaire stuff here. The leather pants and buckskin shirt would be quiet and durable. The stains and such formed their own version of camouflage. She suddenly felt a focus for her energy. As she dug the bag out from the shelf, she realized her cloak was still here. The cloak was something she built as a test of an idea. She took the design of an old school traveling cloak with hood and added her ideas to it. She sewed some climbing webbing into it lengthwise, added some rings in the ends and ended up with something she could wear like a poncho in bad weather, string up as a tarp type tent, or using the webbing, lay in it as a hammock, wrapping the material around her. After her prototype, she made the refined version out of some multicam material. All of this rolled up into a fairly small bundle. This could serve as weather protection, concealment, sleeping system and so forth.
With a small pack and a few items, she could cover enough ground to get in and get the info to fill in the map. The hardest part would be convincing Garen and Bekka. She finished gathering her stuff and moved down to her favorite rock to wait for the others to wake up.
She kept circling back to what they needed. She started trying to figure out how they can get the info they needed. It kept coming back to someone had to go and put eyes on them. She then tried to figure out who and how. As much as she wanted there to be another way and or another person, it seemed to come down to her being the best bet. She then tried to figure out the best method. Vehicles were too noisy and too limited in routes. If she kept things light, she could go on foot fairly quick and stealthy. She wasn’t in the running shape she once was. What seemed a lifetime ago, she ran ultra-marathons, or at least trained for it. She started thinking what equipment she would need or want. Most of the main tactical style gear was too heavy. She was after stealth, not combat. Soft moccasins would run better than boots and be quieter. The same with most the other clothing. She thought about what she still had here. Most her soft lightweight stuff was in the Airstream and was gone. She still had her renfaire stuff here. The leather pants and buckskin shirt would be quiet and durable. The stains and such formed their own version of camouflage. She suddenly felt a focus for her energy. As she dug the bag out from the shelf, she realized her cloak was still here. The cloak was something she built as a test of an idea. She took the design of an old school traveling cloak with hood and added her ideas to it. She sewed some climbing webbing into it lengthwise, added some rings in the ends and ended up with something she could wear like a poncho in bad weather, string up as a tarp type tent, or using the webbing, lay in it as a hammock, wrapping the material around her. After her prototype, she made the refined version out of some multicam material. All of this rolled up into a fairly small bundle. This could serve as weather protection, concealment, sleeping system and so forth.
With a small pack and a few items, she could cover enough ground to get in and get the info to fill in the map. The hardest part would be convincing Garen and Bekka. She finished gathering her stuff and moved down to her favorite rock to wait for the others to wake up.
sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
Yep stealth and concealment.
ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
When she got to the Training building to get a bike, she had a couple of thoughts. Most of the gear was still laid out on the tables. She went through and selected a pair of small daypacks and began loading them up with supplies. Nothing much, a pistol, some magazines, water bottle, poncho, water filter, some MREs, a couple of lighters; the basic essentials. To this she added a couple of trash bags and an entrenching tool in each. These she strapped to the tail rack of the mountain bike. She checked the little toolkit on the bike for the repair gear and spare inner tubes. These were good. There was a pump mounted to the frame and a pair of water bottle cages complete with bottles. She zip tied a couple small pieces of plywood scraps onto the peddles. This would allow her to get the most out of her peddling with the soft flexible moccasins she was wearing. She grabbed one last poncho to add to her gear. Looking around the bay, she thought of a thousand other things here that would be nice to have, and that she didn’t want to carry. She realized she was just stalling. Years ago, heading out on a mission, she would be chomping at the bit. Now she was reluctant. She was doing this because she had to logically. She came to the realization that before, she was ambivalent to whether she lived or died, and after Christian, she was highly self-destructive and seeking an end to her pain. Bekka and Garen got her turned around, almost too late, but they did it. She loved them both, and knew in her heart that they loved her too. She also knew that was why she had to go and do this. She rolled the bike out the side door of the building and rode down to the forest.
Once she was among the trees, she started pounding the peddles hard to make as much separation from the compound as fast as she could. After around two hours she came to her first or last fall back position, depending on which direction she was headed. She picked a location she could find but away from the natural paths of travel across the land. It was also deep in a thicket so she could work unobserved. She used the entrenching tool in the top of one of the packs to dig a slanted hole up under the base of the bushes. The dirt she pulled out of the hole she put on one of the trash bags. Once the hole was ridiculously deep for her purposes, she wrapped up one of the day packs in a garbage bag, tying the top shut after squeezing out all the air she could. This went down the hole. She crammed and packed the hole as tight as she could with the dirt. Once it was slightly mounded up, she then put the leaf litter and such back on top, concealing as best she could the hole she had filled. She then used the entrenching tool again to make a shallower hole off to the side of her path into the thicket, still within the brambles. In this hole she buried the entrenching tool, repeating her process of mounding and concealing. She backed out of the thicket on her belly, pulling branches and limbs back into place from where her passage disturbed them. Surveying her handiwork from several directions, she could barely detect her passage into and through the thicket earlier. She also knew she could find it again in the dark, on the run if she had to. Once she was back on the bike, she continued her arc to the north east towards where she was figuring to work from and where she would stash the bike.
Once she was among the trees, she started pounding the peddles hard to make as much separation from the compound as fast as she could. After around two hours she came to her first or last fall back position, depending on which direction she was headed. She picked a location she could find but away from the natural paths of travel across the land. It was also deep in a thicket so she could work unobserved. She used the entrenching tool in the top of one of the packs to dig a slanted hole up under the base of the bushes. The dirt she pulled out of the hole she put on one of the trash bags. Once the hole was ridiculously deep for her purposes, she wrapped up one of the day packs in a garbage bag, tying the top shut after squeezing out all the air she could. This went down the hole. She crammed and packed the hole as tight as she could with the dirt. Once it was slightly mounded up, she then put the leaf litter and such back on top, concealing as best she could the hole she had filled. She then used the entrenching tool again to make a shallower hole off to the side of her path into the thicket, still within the brambles. In this hole she buried the entrenching tool, repeating her process of mounding and concealing. She backed out of the thicket on her belly, pulling branches and limbs back into place from where her passage disturbed them. Surveying her handiwork from several directions, she could barely detect her passage into and through the thicket earlier. She also knew she could find it again in the dark, on the run if she had to. Once she was back on the bike, she continued her arc to the north east towards where she was figuring to work from and where she would stash the bike.
ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
“And you let her go!” Garen’s voice carried in the house almost as far as Bekka’s reply did.
“Yes! The logic makes sense and if you yell at me like that again I will neuter you with a brick!” Her voice was a sharp as his and Allyson realized that Kara was right in her earlier statement to her about having not even seen peeved from Bekka. Angelique and Allyson were looking for an escape route, not wanting to be around while this fight went on.
“Dammit Bekka, we don’t even have the gear put away from my LAST fiasco! She just took it on herself to bolt off on this harebrained escapade! Shit! We have too much to prepare before we can be operational. We still need to set up fall backs, E&E comms, and train up or retune people. What was she thinking?”
“She was thinking to get the Intel of what we need to prepare for before they got a good hold on their terrain and were able to lock down the approaches. She was thinking we couldn’t wait for any of this rehab center’s inmates to heal up enough to do it. She was thinking exactly what you or I would have been thinking if we weren’t hurt. Now are you going to calm down or do I have to get some bricks.” Bekka’s voice was stern but not angry and softened at the end.
“Your right. You don’t need the brick, I was wrong to yell. I just……we have so much we need to do…. we have to get the others ready……god…..so much to teach and so little time. How are we going to do it?” Garen seemed to run out of steam.
“The same way we always do, by the skin of our teeth and on the fly. Kara was right, though. We need a better picture of what we need to do to fight them. Without that, we don’t really know how to prepare offensively. That seems to set the stage for our current ops. You wanted to get our fallback evac options set, so let’s go down and start that. We can also raid the connexs to see what else John has stashed. Didn’t Terry also have a connex? There might be something there as well. After the evac setups are complete, we can build some alternate caches as we wait for info. We can also use some of the time to train Angelique and Allyson on stuff. Allyson can also work with Angelique on some more firearms training. We have plenty to do to get ready to exploit the data Kara is going to bring back.”
“How long did she say she was going to be gone?”
“She didn’t, but she should have a pretty good picture within a week. She should be able to give us a swag in a few days.”
“Why don’t you and the girls go on down the hill and start? I’ll be right there. I’m going to throw some stuff in the cooker so it’s ready for dinner when we are done for the day.”
Allyson and Angelique took that as their cue to skedaddle. Bekka was a little slower.
“She’s going to be fine. We will get her back, even if we have to ride the gates of hell to do it.” Bekka held Garen as she said this.
“I know. Shoot, we’ve done it before, haven’t we?” Garen gave her another big squeeze before letting her go. “Now, go put those two to work. They need to know this stuff as well as we do.”
Bekka smiled and squiggled his fuzzy head. His hair was as short as it was in the desert those many years ago. She could hear the banging of things in the kitchen as he pulled out stuff for the meal. She could also hear under that the labored breathing as he tried to control himself and come back in focus to the tasks at hand. Things were getting harder, and won’t get easier any time soon.
“Yes! The logic makes sense and if you yell at me like that again I will neuter you with a brick!” Her voice was a sharp as his and Allyson realized that Kara was right in her earlier statement to her about having not even seen peeved from Bekka. Angelique and Allyson were looking for an escape route, not wanting to be around while this fight went on.
“Dammit Bekka, we don’t even have the gear put away from my LAST fiasco! She just took it on herself to bolt off on this harebrained escapade! Shit! We have too much to prepare before we can be operational. We still need to set up fall backs, E&E comms, and train up or retune people. What was she thinking?”
“She was thinking to get the Intel of what we need to prepare for before they got a good hold on their terrain and were able to lock down the approaches. She was thinking we couldn’t wait for any of this rehab center’s inmates to heal up enough to do it. She was thinking exactly what you or I would have been thinking if we weren’t hurt. Now are you going to calm down or do I have to get some bricks.” Bekka’s voice was stern but not angry and softened at the end.
“Your right. You don’t need the brick, I was wrong to yell. I just……we have so much we need to do…. we have to get the others ready……god…..so much to teach and so little time. How are we going to do it?” Garen seemed to run out of steam.
“The same way we always do, by the skin of our teeth and on the fly. Kara was right, though. We need a better picture of what we need to do to fight them. Without that, we don’t really know how to prepare offensively. That seems to set the stage for our current ops. You wanted to get our fallback evac options set, so let’s go down and start that. We can also raid the connexs to see what else John has stashed. Didn’t Terry also have a connex? There might be something there as well. After the evac setups are complete, we can build some alternate caches as we wait for info. We can also use some of the time to train Angelique and Allyson on stuff. Allyson can also work with Angelique on some more firearms training. We have plenty to do to get ready to exploit the data Kara is going to bring back.”
“How long did she say she was going to be gone?”
“She didn’t, but she should have a pretty good picture within a week. She should be able to give us a swag in a few days.”
“Why don’t you and the girls go on down the hill and start? I’ll be right there. I’m going to throw some stuff in the cooker so it’s ready for dinner when we are done for the day.”
Allyson and Angelique took that as their cue to skedaddle. Bekka was a little slower.
“She’s going to be fine. We will get her back, even if we have to ride the gates of hell to do it.” Bekka held Garen as she said this.
“I know. Shoot, we’ve done it before, haven’t we?” Garen gave her another big squeeze before letting her go. “Now, go put those two to work. They need to know this stuff as well as we do.”
Bekka smiled and squiggled his fuzzy head. His hair was as short as it was in the desert those many years ago. She could hear the banging of things in the kitchen as he pulled out stuff for the meal. She could also hear under that the labored breathing as he tried to control himself and come back in focus to the tasks at hand. Things were getting harder, and won’t get easier any time soon.
Nature_Lover
Wait! What?
Thank you!
sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
Thank you 
ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
The sun was getting low on the horizon when she finished with her second cache point. She knew she had to pick up the pace on the bike. She also knew she still had to be cautious. Everything was dependent on remaining undetected as much as possible. To this end she didn’t drag a lot of firepower. She almost left the subgun behind as well. She remembered a lesson from an old civilian they had worked with for a time. He was shot down over the Ho Chi Min Trail. On the way down he lost his sidearm when the chute opened. He hid as best as he could but at one point he was sure he was caught and would have pulled his pistol because he did not want to be captured, having been a POW in an earlier war. He didn’t have his weapon however, so he instead had to commit to the hide as hard as he could. They missed him and he was rescued the next day. His pilot wasn’t as lucky. He was captured and spent seven years in the Hanoi Hilton.
She was wishy washy on this however. She ended up only bringing a couple of magazines for it. She also only brought what magazines were already on her warbelt. If she ended up in a firefight, she will have screwed up nine ways to Sunday. This was to save weight and keep her focused on the mission and not get distracted and off task.
It was twilight as she got to the area she would place her final cache, along with the bicycle. She put most of her supplies and the bicycle under the extra poncho and then concealed that with plenty of leaves and such to make it extremely hard for someone to stumble across or find. She then moved out on foot with her lighter load toward her patrol area. She was hoping with her supply and resupply points disbursed as she had, she could move faster and or if she got pushed away from one area, she won’t be ass out for supplies to continue. Instead she could just fall back to another cache point.
Her main goal was to get on the eastern side of the main park support area. She figured this was probably taken over by the bad guys for their use. It would still have some fuel for the generator and some solar for the buildings along with food, supplies and ready road access for their other activities. Having the park between her and the coast, she also hoped the lookouts would be mostly towards the road to the south and maybe towards the coast side of the park. She wanted to get a good visual of what was there and how many people they had at hand for manpower. With the revelations from Terry, she supposed some might be in the city as well. By splitting their forces, they may have generated a potential point to be exploited.
Sitting in her hide site, she unknowingly used some of the same techniques Angelique did earlier. She was using an evergreen as her shelter, deep at the base of the trunk. She strung up her cape to further shield her on the downhill side. She used a small Dakota fire pit to heat some water she did so before the light had faded completely so she could burn small sticks and twigs in the shielded firepit. After dark she wouldn’t risk a wood fire at all, resorting to her tiny alcohol stove that gave off almost no light at even close range. This was to prevent light blooms on someone’s night vision gear. She didn’t know if the bad guys had them but she didn’t want to take chances.
She made a list in her little notebook to remind herself what all she needed to look for. She struggled to remember some of her language lessons from a mother long dead. Her lists would be in Norwegian, disguised as much as she could. She had brought no ID with her, she had no identifying items to lead anybody back to who she was short of DNA. She had even left the dogtag and bracelet behind, a first in a long time.
Her evening meal was some instant cream of chicken soup with a snakpac of chicken added. The envelopes were fed to the flames to get rid of that bit of stuff. She extinguished her fire and curled up. Sleep came easy. She knew she would wake up deep in the night. She was working to switch to a flexible concept on circadian rhythm. She was going to move into observation around two in the morning to watch the shift change, morning routine and overall start of her mission. The final item as she dropped off was prayer and a very deliberate but silent repeat of her oath.
She was wishy washy on this however. She ended up only bringing a couple of magazines for it. She also only brought what magazines were already on her warbelt. If she ended up in a firefight, she will have screwed up nine ways to Sunday. This was to save weight and keep her focused on the mission and not get distracted and off task.
It was twilight as she got to the area she would place her final cache, along with the bicycle. She put most of her supplies and the bicycle under the extra poncho and then concealed that with plenty of leaves and such to make it extremely hard for someone to stumble across or find. She then moved out on foot with her lighter load toward her patrol area. She was hoping with her supply and resupply points disbursed as she had, she could move faster and or if she got pushed away from one area, she won’t be ass out for supplies to continue. Instead she could just fall back to another cache point.
Her main goal was to get on the eastern side of the main park support area. She figured this was probably taken over by the bad guys for their use. It would still have some fuel for the generator and some solar for the buildings along with food, supplies and ready road access for their other activities. Having the park between her and the coast, she also hoped the lookouts would be mostly towards the road to the south and maybe towards the coast side of the park. She wanted to get a good visual of what was there and how many people they had at hand for manpower. With the revelations from Terry, she supposed some might be in the city as well. By splitting their forces, they may have generated a potential point to be exploited.
Sitting in her hide site, she unknowingly used some of the same techniques Angelique did earlier. She was using an evergreen as her shelter, deep at the base of the trunk. She strung up her cape to further shield her on the downhill side. She used a small Dakota fire pit to heat some water she did so before the light had faded completely so she could burn small sticks and twigs in the shielded firepit. After dark she wouldn’t risk a wood fire at all, resorting to her tiny alcohol stove that gave off almost no light at even close range. This was to prevent light blooms on someone’s night vision gear. She didn’t know if the bad guys had them but she didn’t want to take chances.
She made a list in her little notebook to remind herself what all she needed to look for. She struggled to remember some of her language lessons from a mother long dead. Her lists would be in Norwegian, disguised as much as she could. She had brought no ID with her, she had no identifying items to lead anybody back to who she was short of DNA. She had even left the dogtag and bracelet behind, a first in a long time.
Her evening meal was some instant cream of chicken soup with a snakpac of chicken added. The envelopes were fed to the flames to get rid of that bit of stuff. She extinguished her fire and curled up. Sleep came easy. She knew she would wake up deep in the night. She was working to switch to a flexible concept on circadian rhythm. She was going to move into observation around two in the morning to watch the shift change, morning routine and overall start of her mission. The final item as she dropped off was prayer and a very deliberate but silent repeat of her oath.
“Jeg vil være uten frykt i møte med mine fiender
Jeg vil stå modig og oppreist for at Herren kan elske meg
Jeg vil alltid si sannheten, selv om det betyr min død
Jeg vil beskytte de hjelpeløse og ikke gjøre noe galt ”
Jeg vil stå modig og oppreist for at Herren kan elske meg
Jeg vil alltid si sannheten, selv om det betyr min død
Jeg vil beskytte de hjelpeløse og ikke gjøre noe galt ”
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sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
Thank you, good to find this early AM.
ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
The next couple of days held a great deal of work for the four at the Training Building. Garen scribbled out some quick gear lists for some survival and weapon caches. These were then put together by Allyson and Angelique. They used some more of the old second hand poly drums that were on hand. For weapons, they used some of the battlefield pickups they now had, these were mostly AK variants but would work well for the purpose. They had enough to equip eight people so the made four kits. These had food, water, weapons, and shelter for two people in each. They were also packaged in a way that if the two had to split up, each was carrying one set.
While this was going on, Bekka and Garen were working on the vehicles. Bekka was working on the communication gear for each vehicle. The most extensive was the system of radios she built into the cab area of the 8-wheeled truck. With the amount of radio power and capability she was setting up, she could talk to someone in Bulgaria, without bouncing it off the moon. She had the ability to monitor the frequencies they thought the bad guys were using with what she figured out from the radios they had captured.
Garen meanwhile was working at building the interior of the trailer on the bed of the 8 wheeled truck out into the living quarters and operation cell they may need if they had to evacuate from the house. The trailer body was well over 20 feet long and the truck had an enormous payload capacity. It was a matter of jigsawing as much as he could into the small space. In the spot designed for two twin beds, one on each side of the passageway, he put a triple bunk system using some old surplus military bunk bed frames. They were narrower than real twin beds but they were better than the ground. The space for these was also made about two feet longer so each bed had a spot for the person to put some gear at ready access. He also made a frame for supporting a table and booth towards the front that was elevated enough to hold eight large bins. Six of these were dedicated for each of the bed spaces for clothes and personal gear. Overhead cabinets lined the walls to hold as much supplies as possible. A small wood stove was in one corner across from the kitchen area. In the very back, past the sleeping area is where the bathroom was. Toilet, shower and storage for those sort of supplies were here. There were already huge tanks mounted to the bed of the truck under the trailer body for fresh water, black and grey water and a very large battery bank. Solar panels were already on the roof. Garen counted himself lucky that all the main support stuff like plumbing, electric and such were already in place and all that John was waiting for was figuring the nuts and bolts interior. He knew it would have taken weeks to try and fabricate all the complex systems. He was more of a rough out type builder. Will all the effort he was putting into this, he was still hoping like hell they never had an occasion to really need it.
Bekka went with Allyson and Angelique to show them how to emplace and hide one of the cache drums. She then told them that they needed to hide one of them and not tell her where, then come get her and she and Allyson would hide one, then Garen and Angelique would go hide one. That way no one person knew where they all were. She knew Garen had a couple more he had hid. He tried to do one a year so as he updated gear, the oldest sets each year would get hid. He would dig one up every now and then with one of the classes that were out here, then get them to rebury it in another place as part of their training. He usually used the same one or two. These two Kara knew where they were. There should be, not counting the ones with Terry and the four they were putting in, at least four more. At least two she knew where they were at. She also had a small one of her own she had told no one but Kara where it was. All of these were really simple affairs, small 20 gallon buckets with some extra stuff in them; food water, fire, shelter tools, weapons. The weapons were usually pistols and rifles from the police seized auctions or the police turn ins. Most of the drums had a couple boxes of 9mm and some heavily carried but seldom shot Berettas from when the local PD converted to 40 S&W Glocks. Simple, robust, functional, and most importantly, cheap enough to buy and basically forget. Bekka, Kara and Garen could still work them in their sleep having lived and slept with them as constant companions throughout their military careers. All of this in a second hand schoolbook sized backpack in a bucket and squirreled away.
Once Bekka got them started, she returned to configuring the other vehicles for a bug out. Terry’s Suburban and trailer were set up as the other main vehicle down at the Training Building. One of the smaller motocross motorcycles was also gassed and prepped for down here. The large trailer behind the 8-wheeled truck was loaded with supplies and a space was made for three motorcycles at the back edge.
The next vehicles on Bekka’s list were her Subaru, John’s truck and Garen’s truck. These would be up at the house in case the bad guys came from the direction of the training building and they had to go from the house to somewhere else. Garen’s truck would have the trailer still, and the back of the trailer would also have the mounts for three motorcycles. If they had any good amount of warning to evacuate, they would take the two vehicles from the training building, the two trucks from the house, the six motorcycles, and tow the sand rail behind John’s truck with the tow bar. That was never going to happen. They knew they wouldn’t have that kind of time. They ended up putting Bekka’s adventure bike on the trailer behind the six wheel, along with one of the off-road motorcycles. Kara’s adventure bike went onto the one behind Garen’s truck, along with one of the off road bikes. That left Garen’s adventure bike and the third off road bike not committed to ones yet. Bekka was wracking her brain for hours trying to remember everything the senior team sgt had taught them, warned them, and schooled them those many years ago about preps and ops. The big one was to work from capabilities not assets.
By the end of day three, with all four of them working at it, they felt they started to get some semblance of a grip on their preparations.
While this was going on, Bekka and Garen were working on the vehicles. Bekka was working on the communication gear for each vehicle. The most extensive was the system of radios she built into the cab area of the 8-wheeled truck. With the amount of radio power and capability she was setting up, she could talk to someone in Bulgaria, without bouncing it off the moon. She had the ability to monitor the frequencies they thought the bad guys were using with what she figured out from the radios they had captured.
Garen meanwhile was working at building the interior of the trailer on the bed of the 8 wheeled truck out into the living quarters and operation cell they may need if they had to evacuate from the house. The trailer body was well over 20 feet long and the truck had an enormous payload capacity. It was a matter of jigsawing as much as he could into the small space. In the spot designed for two twin beds, one on each side of the passageway, he put a triple bunk system using some old surplus military bunk bed frames. They were narrower than real twin beds but they were better than the ground. The space for these was also made about two feet longer so each bed had a spot for the person to put some gear at ready access. He also made a frame for supporting a table and booth towards the front that was elevated enough to hold eight large bins. Six of these were dedicated for each of the bed spaces for clothes and personal gear. Overhead cabinets lined the walls to hold as much supplies as possible. A small wood stove was in one corner across from the kitchen area. In the very back, past the sleeping area is where the bathroom was. Toilet, shower and storage for those sort of supplies were here. There were already huge tanks mounted to the bed of the truck under the trailer body for fresh water, black and grey water and a very large battery bank. Solar panels were already on the roof. Garen counted himself lucky that all the main support stuff like plumbing, electric and such were already in place and all that John was waiting for was figuring the nuts and bolts interior. He knew it would have taken weeks to try and fabricate all the complex systems. He was more of a rough out type builder. Will all the effort he was putting into this, he was still hoping like hell they never had an occasion to really need it.
Bekka went with Allyson and Angelique to show them how to emplace and hide one of the cache drums. She then told them that they needed to hide one of them and not tell her where, then come get her and she and Allyson would hide one, then Garen and Angelique would go hide one. That way no one person knew where they all were. She knew Garen had a couple more he had hid. He tried to do one a year so as he updated gear, the oldest sets each year would get hid. He would dig one up every now and then with one of the classes that were out here, then get them to rebury it in another place as part of their training. He usually used the same one or two. These two Kara knew where they were. There should be, not counting the ones with Terry and the four they were putting in, at least four more. At least two she knew where they were at. She also had a small one of her own she had told no one but Kara where it was. All of these were really simple affairs, small 20 gallon buckets with some extra stuff in them; food water, fire, shelter tools, weapons. The weapons were usually pistols and rifles from the police seized auctions or the police turn ins. Most of the drums had a couple boxes of 9mm and some heavily carried but seldom shot Berettas from when the local PD converted to 40 S&W Glocks. Simple, robust, functional, and most importantly, cheap enough to buy and basically forget. Bekka, Kara and Garen could still work them in their sleep having lived and slept with them as constant companions throughout their military careers. All of this in a second hand schoolbook sized backpack in a bucket and squirreled away.
Once Bekka got them started, she returned to configuring the other vehicles for a bug out. Terry’s Suburban and trailer were set up as the other main vehicle down at the Training Building. One of the smaller motocross motorcycles was also gassed and prepped for down here. The large trailer behind the 8-wheeled truck was loaded with supplies and a space was made for three motorcycles at the back edge.
The next vehicles on Bekka’s list were her Subaru, John’s truck and Garen’s truck. These would be up at the house in case the bad guys came from the direction of the training building and they had to go from the house to somewhere else. Garen’s truck would have the trailer still, and the back of the trailer would also have the mounts for three motorcycles. If they had any good amount of warning to evacuate, they would take the two vehicles from the training building, the two trucks from the house, the six motorcycles, and tow the sand rail behind John’s truck with the tow bar. That was never going to happen. They knew they wouldn’t have that kind of time. They ended up putting Bekka’s adventure bike on the trailer behind the six wheel, along with one of the off-road motorcycles. Kara’s adventure bike went onto the one behind Garen’s truck, along with one of the off road bikes. That left Garen’s adventure bike and the third off road bike not committed to ones yet. Bekka was wracking her brain for hours trying to remember everything the senior team sgt had taught them, warned them, and schooled them those many years ago about preps and ops. The big one was to work from capabilities not assets.
By the end of day three, with all four of them working at it, they felt they started to get some semblance of a grip on their preparations.
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sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
Thank you, boy if they had to leave their home that would live bad guys still with a awful lot of good stuff. 
sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
double post
ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
Kara spent more time than she probably needed on her ingress to the observation area considering what she found. It appeared there were some but not many hostiles in the park admin area. It seemed to be a fall back area. She observed trucks and SUVs come in from the main road back to the city and offload various things such as supplies of one kind or another. One day it was big trucks of food. Another day it was what looked like liquor. Each time a truck came into the compound, prisoners would unload the trucks. The prisoners were held in one of the larger buildings. One of the control measures they had implemented was something she had seen once or twice before, mainly in reports. They had leg shackles on all of them limiting them to a slightly shorter than normal stride and everyone was naked except for one piece of underwear, panties or briefs. This was to eliminate many avenues of concealment of tools, weapons or pilfered supplies. It also made them feel more vulnerable. They also had no shoes or socks as well. This wasn’t too big a deal since they unloaded the trucks on the concrete driveway in front of the storage building, but it did make it harder for most people to go running off into the wilderness, no shoes, no clothes, no protection, in the fall. That would help discourage many.
She was trying to keep a good count on number of troops to worry about, their patters, weapons, response times and general discipline. This proved tough. It seemed like many of them were operating somewhere else, perhaps in town like Terry was saying. If so, that meant their forces were divided and that could be used against them. Unfortunately, this meant they might control a larger footprint than they first thought.
Kara was taking detailed notes and trying to make more sense out of what was going on. With the collapse here on the coast, it couldn’t be about money, these people didn’t have much access to any anymore. It’s not like they would be buying a couple of rocks of crack anymore. Where was the profit? Follow the money. She was in place for days when a trend started making itself known in the recesses of her consciousness. Most of the prisoners were female and not too old. There were very few men. There seemed to be new women brought in frequently, and some leave just as frequently, while the men stayed. It really clicked when she saw a vanload of children leave the admin area. They were trafficking the people out of the region. They also might be looking to set up their own haven ala the barbary coast where they ran the town and the port and from there could operate more efficiently, extending their operations. The first made sense, and had happened in many other places like New Orleans, Haiti, the Philippines, and many other disaster struck locations. If so, they would only stay until either they had depleted the available resources or the government regained control of the area. If, however, the second was their plan, they were anticipating this breakdown to go on for years. She knew how long she was thinking the collapse would continue. These guys had to be removed, not just for the sake of the town, but if they controlled the area for too long, they would find Garen and Bekka’s Shangri-La.
She was trying to keep a good count on number of troops to worry about, their patters, weapons, response times and general discipline. This proved tough. It seemed like many of them were operating somewhere else, perhaps in town like Terry was saying. If so, that meant their forces were divided and that could be used against them. Unfortunately, this meant they might control a larger footprint than they first thought.
Kara was taking detailed notes and trying to make more sense out of what was going on. With the collapse here on the coast, it couldn’t be about money, these people didn’t have much access to any anymore. It’s not like they would be buying a couple of rocks of crack anymore. Where was the profit? Follow the money. She was in place for days when a trend started making itself known in the recesses of her consciousness. Most of the prisoners were female and not too old. There were very few men. There seemed to be new women brought in frequently, and some leave just as frequently, while the men stayed. It really clicked when she saw a vanload of children leave the admin area. They were trafficking the people out of the region. They also might be looking to set up their own haven ala the barbary coast where they ran the town and the port and from there could operate more efficiently, extending their operations. The first made sense, and had happened in many other places like New Orleans, Haiti, the Philippines, and many other disaster struck locations. If so, they would only stay until either they had depleted the available resources or the government regained control of the area. If, however, the second was their plan, they were anticipating this breakdown to go on for years. She knew how long she was thinking the collapse would continue. These guys had to be removed, not just for the sake of the town, but if they controlled the area for too long, they would find Garen and Bekka’s Shangri-La.
sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
Thank you
ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
Day four after Kara left was a bit different. Bekka and Garen had come up with a schedule of things they wanted Allyson and Angelique to learn. The morning had Allyson and Angelique in the tunnel teaching Angelique the new weapons she would be carrying. She was now carrying the same rig as the rest of them, curtesy of Logan.
While they were in the basement, Bekka was out doing a check around the property on her bicycle. She was moving around, checking for signs of intruders, looking for weak points, listening for anything out of the ordinary including trying to hear any of the activity from the house or the training building. She was also listening to the radio in case there was any other traffic. She was working through her radio stuff in the evening trying to monitor the bag guy’s frequencies but what she could hear was faint due to the weakness of their radios and the distance involved.
Garen meanwhile, was digging in the connexs, trying to find anything else that could give them an edge in the upcoming struggles. With John having several and not necessarily telling him what he was storing in them, he wasn’t quite sure which ones he wanted to start with. He ended up starting with the couple he knew had left over stock from Johns “store” concept. This involved primarily bulk tactical clothing he had bought from a company in eastern Europe, Poland if he remembered correctly, so it didn’t look like all the common contractor/spec ops/posers that have sprung up since 9/11. It was quality stuff and quite useful, but the Center wasn’t running a “pro shop” to sell all this stuff since they were trying to stay off the radar. This meant that after five years, there were still only a few things sold and a lot of leftovers. Hopefully there will be some in sizes they could use. As long as they didn’t mind all dressing the same, he found quite a few clothes they could use, primarily pants, shorts and military field uniform type shirts. They also had quite a few Combat Shirts to use as well. They were still short on shoes and underwear. He decided to tackle the next set of boxes after the post lunch patrolwork.
While they were in the basement, Bekka was out doing a check around the property on her bicycle. She was moving around, checking for signs of intruders, looking for weak points, listening for anything out of the ordinary including trying to hear any of the activity from the house or the training building. She was also listening to the radio in case there was any other traffic. She was working through her radio stuff in the evening trying to monitor the bag guy’s frequencies but what she could hear was faint due to the weakness of their radios and the distance involved.
Garen meanwhile, was digging in the connexs, trying to find anything else that could give them an edge in the upcoming struggles. With John having several and not necessarily telling him what he was storing in them, he wasn’t quite sure which ones he wanted to start with. He ended up starting with the couple he knew had left over stock from Johns “store” concept. This involved primarily bulk tactical clothing he had bought from a company in eastern Europe, Poland if he remembered correctly, so it didn’t look like all the common contractor/spec ops/posers that have sprung up since 9/11. It was quality stuff and quite useful, but the Center wasn’t running a “pro shop” to sell all this stuff since they were trying to stay off the radar. This meant that after five years, there were still only a few things sold and a lot of leftovers. Hopefully there will be some in sizes they could use. As long as they didn’t mind all dressing the same, he found quite a few clothes they could use, primarily pants, shorts and military field uniform type shirts. They also had quite a few Combat Shirts to use as well. They were still short on shoes and underwear. He decided to tackle the next set of boxes after the post lunch patrolwork.