Author Herbert C. Reed
The characters and events in this
book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is
coincidental and not intended by the author.
General Tommy Jefferson and the Lexington Militia knew the
time was near and they had to finalize their plan to protect their families and
community from the rumors of the looming danger that had been in the air for
about ten months.
What was strange about this particular meeting, and the
Militia group couldn’t understand it, was that some of the men who were always
there with great ideas were unable to attend this priority one meeting.
Jefferson pondered looking for some kind of clue, as he
scratched his speckled gray hair, What’s
so important that Corporal John Addison, Sergeant First Class Al Bixby, and
Senior Master Sergeant Robert Molten couldn’t be at this meeting?
When the gun fire was heard, it became obvious as to why
these men were so supportive and gave such great input.
They were the enemy insiders setting up the Militia group in
order to kill their women and children, so that no one would able to resist and
defend what was left, because they’d be too distraught.
At that moment the on duty Militia Security Unit uncovered a
security breach and the Red Alert rang out with a boisterous sound that almost
caused hesitancy and disbelief.
The Lexington Militia had trained so hard and so many times
for this event that when the alarm sounded, it caught them off guard.
The insiders led each of their teams of armed NATO intruders
into the homes of the Militia members as their beloved wives and children were
enjoying an afternoon that Sunday, where they opened fire and begin in killing
everyone.
Militia lieutenant, James Thomas also known as JT – all the
militia members used their initials as secret names – jumped to his feet, his
strapping body quivering from the shock of the boisterous sound, cried out, “To
the munitions lockers, NOW.”
Gunnery Sergeant, Jason Baxter, had his keys out and running
full speed down the crowded narrow hallway towards the munitions lockers. There's no time to waste, we’re in Red
Alert. Go, go, go, go!
rushed through his mind. His hands quivering. The keys jingling nervously.
"Where's that damn master key?"
