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  Bug Out!

  California

  Book 11

  San Diego Slaughter

  Robert Boren

  South Bay Press

  Copyright © 2018 by Robert Boren.

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  Publisher’s Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination. Locales and public names are sometimes used for atmospheric purposes. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or to businesses, companies, events, institutions, or locales is completely coincidental.

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  Bug Out! California Book 11/ Robert Boren. -- 1st ed.

  For D.W. Smith

  “If liberty means anything at all, it means the right to tell people what they do not want to hear.”

  ―George Orwell

  Contents

  Previously – in Bug Out! California Book 10

  Sax and Jesse

  The Quadrant

  Lemon Grove

  Attacks and Diversions

  Handicap Parking

  M240s and X15s

  Back-Up Generator

  Harbor Mayhem

  Beams and Semis

  Rumble in the Distance

  News Van

  Live Video

  Road Crater

  Hunting Plans

  Sport Fishers

  IEDs and White Caps

  LCS Attack

  Cast of Characters

  Previously – in Bug Out! California Book 10

  As book 10 opened, Dodge City was under attack from the front and the rear, with the enemy Islamists coming in lead-shielded semi-trucks to hide their RFID hits, aided by a multitude of UN Peacekeepers. Several battle wagons were damaged in the battle, and many killed, but the patriots won, aided by the newly-updated off-roaders sporting Kevlar armor and microguns–a small caliber variant of mini guns. The battle showed weaknesses in the battle wagon design and tactics, which the team worked on afterwards. Ivan put together an intel team to aid in future operations. It consisted of Seth, Kaitlyn, Robbie, Morgan, and Ben.

  Saladin was relieved of command after he took troops from the southwest campaign against General Hogan’s team and used them to attack Dodge City. He took refuge at the base in Capitol Reef National Park. Rumors of Saladin’s death spread a few days later. General Hogan confirmed the rumors.

  The RFID apps went wide, released by the genius on General Hogan’s team (Frank Johnson). Ivan’s leadership team met on this, trying to predict what the impact would be to their operations. The UN Peacekeeper activity was becoming more of an issue than the Islamists, so a good portion of the attention was focused on them.

  In the aftermath of the attack on Dodge City, Sid, Sam, Jules, and a few others tracked the enemy’s path to the front gate, hoping to find vehicles that would give them a clue to the location of the UN base. The vehicles weren’t there, but they found a promotional ball-point pen advertising a rental yard in El Cajon. The team realized the value of the lead, and decided to investigate.

  On the Mexican border near Jacumba Hot Springs, citizen forces were dug in, watching the enemy approach. Citizens were still arriving to join the border forces, and Marines were coming on freight trains as well, bringing men, weapons, and artillery pieces. Shortly after the first group of artillery was set up, the enemy started an artillery barrage, the new artillery team returning fire. The battle was costly, the freight train blown up on the tracks, most of the artillery hit, many men killed. Just as it looked like the entire US force would be destroyed, the Air Force sent in B-1 bombers, which destroyed the enemy artillery. This was a risky move, as the EU and the UN warned the war would widen if the US attacked Mexico. The US forces focused on clean up and replacement of equipment, taking precious time as the enemy wave approached.

  The Dodge City team checked the back end of their property, to see how the trucks of Islamists and UN Peacekeepers snuck in. They ran into mines, booby trapped vehicles, and UN Commandos. A wild battle ensued, which the patriots won.

  The intel team used the information on the pen to contact the El Cajon rental yard, learning that it was the source of trucks for the UN Peacekeepers. Ivan brought Mr. White and Mr. Black in to stake out the store and follow the UN Peacekeepers if they showed up, hoping to find their base.

  Dodge City began operating as a forward base, with a multitude of citizen fighters arriving there, staging for the massive battle on the border. Armored military vehicles arrived as well. Ivan knew an invasion of Mexico was imminent, so he ordered all women and children into the mine, just in case they were attacked by cruise missiles from the EU Navy ships anchored in Ecuador.

  As the Marines and the column of armored vehicles massed at the border, EU cruise missiles flew in, hitting the town of Jacumba Hot Springs. Doug and Jorge rushed back to town to check on their families. Damage and casualties were light, but the terror impact was huge. Meanwhile the first armored column moved across the border with many troops, engaging the enemy quickly. As the battle raged, the US Air Force sent in fighter jets and B-1 Bombers, which hit the enemy forces with napalm, burning up thousands of enemy troops and halting their advance.

  The RFID history program showed large numbers of Islamists disappearing from Julian, loading up in shielded vehicles. Seth and Kaitlyn notified Ivan. It was unclear where the enemy fighters were going at first.

  Mr. White and Mr. Black arrived at El Cajon and began their stakeout of the rental yard. Trucks appeared, being returned by UN Peacekeepers in civilian clothes. White vans arrived to pick them up. Mr. White and Mr. Black tailed them to a large industrial park in the northwest side of the city.

  Ivan called a meeting, telling the leads that the UN base had been found in El Cajon, and that Mr. White and Mr. Black would follow the UN Peacekeepers in the morning, to see what they were doing with the rental trucks. At the end of the meeting, Kaitlyn told the group that more than three thousand enemy RFID chips had disappeared. Drone coverage that Ivan ordered was late in coming due to the battle in Mexico, so they couldn’t follow the path of the shielded enemy vehicles.

  The US forces south of the border continued after the first enemy force was destroyed by the Air Force, seeing more resistance than they should as they neared Mexican Highway 2D. There was a huge row of semi-trucks on that road. The commander ordered an air strike, and the armored vehicles fired on the semi-trucks, revealing more than fifteen-thousand Islamist fighters, who attacked, enemy armor and Gaz Tigrs joining the battle. There were too many for the US forces to handle. Meanwhile the missing three-thousand Islamists from Julian appeared in San Diego, where they attacked the Air Force base, destroying the planes, stopping the airstrike. The enemy defeated the US forces near Highway 2D after a horrific battle.

  Dodge City was attacked again, from the rear with UN Peacekeepers in vans, and in the front as well. With the multitude of citizen recruits adding to the already potent Dodge City team, the UN was defeated quickly. Ivan realized that the enemy knew they couldn’t win, and called all of the principals back into the mine. It was too late, cruise missiles hitting the property, collapsing the entry to the mine. Nobody was killed inside the mine, and the principles o
utside lived through it. The generator was hit, taking electrical power from the mine, blinding the intel team. The people outside worked to reach those trapped underground immediately. Elmer and Clem had already drilled a hole into a storage room to run the exhaust from a new generator they’d placed inside the mine. The team widened that hole enough to get people in and out. They brought three of the new battle wagons next to the mine, so they could use the generators to provide power.

  While the enemy approached the southern border with nearly ten-thousand men and many armored vehicles, trainloads of Marines with Bradley Fighting Vehicles, L-ATVs, and M-1 tanks arrived one after another. After some brief training, crews comprised of Marines and citizen fighters got into the armored vehicles and drove south to meet the massive enemy column, which was growing fast as more shielded trucks dropped their payloads on Highway 2D.

  Mr. White and Mr. Black followed the UN Peacekeeper’s trucks to Dana Point Harbor and watched them pick up a boatload of new Peacekeepers. They followed them back to the industrial park in El Cajon and contacted Ivan, who told them to investigate the area. The two men cruised around the town, trying to figure out the boundaries of the enemy base, and then noticed a bar with a lot of cars in the parking lot. They decided to enter the bar and see what they could find out there…

  { 1 }

  Sax and Jesse

  M r. White and Mr. Black walked into Willie’s Lounge, doing their best to look casual. An old barfly with bleach-blonde hair in a tank top saw them belly up to the bar. She sauntered over.

  “Are you two that big everywhere?” The stale smell of beer hit them before she got within three feet.

  “Get lost,” Mr. Black said.

  “You don’t have to be nasty.” She walked away.

  Mr. White snickered. “What, you no like? She built.”

  “She smell bad. Remember why we here.”

  Two men were watching them from a table behind the bar. Mr. White noticed. “We attract attention, no?”

  “Watch what say,” Mr. Black said. “They come over in a minute.”

  The two men got up, leaving their women at the round table, heading for an opening at the bar next to Mr. White.

  “Four more of these, bar keep,” said the first man, lanky with a goatee and salt-and-pepper hair. His buddy was shorter and a little overweight. He eyed Mr. White cautiously.

  “You trying to avoid tips again?” the bartender asked.

  “Nah, just got tired of waiting,” the skinny man said. The bartender shrugged and walked away with the empties.

  “You aren’t from around here,” the skinny man said. “I’m Jesse, and this is my friend Sax.”

  “Nice to meet,” Mr. White said. “Yes, we aren’t from around here. Just passing through.”

  The bartender brought the fresh beers, setting them on the bar in front of Jesse. “That’ll be fourteen dollars.”

  “Highway robbery,” Jesse said, half a grin on his face.

  “Stuff it, Jesse,” the bartender said, shaking his head as he walked away.

  “Let’s go,” Sax said.

  “Unusual name, Sax,” Mr. Black said.

  Jesse laughed. “He fancies himself a musician.”

  “Shut up.”

  Jesse snickered. “I’m just messing with you, Sax. Don’t get upset, okay?”

  Sax nodded. “Let’s get back to the ladies.”

  Jesse ignored him. “You guys aren’t with them, are you?”

  “Them?” Mr. White asked.

  “UN.”

  “Jesse,” Sax said, eyes darting around. “Knock it off.”

  “No, we’re not with them,” Mr. White said.

  “We don’t like the UN,” Mr. Black said.

  “And why is that?” Jesse asked.

  “They kidnap women and rape them,” Mr. White said. “Any of that going on around here? Seen a few more of their pussy vans than normal.”

  “I’ve heard stories,” Jesse said, “but not from around here. I think they’re trying to keep a low profile. They haven’t been mixing with the population at all.”

  “How do you know they’re here, then?” Mr. Black asked.

  “Sax works at a food distribution company,” Jesse said.

  “Shut up, dammit,” Sax said. “We don’t know who these guys are.”

  “We just concerned citizens,” Mr. White said. “Not here to cause trouble. You do food deliveries?”

  Sax eyed Mr. White, then sighed. “Yes, we’ve been delivering to them for the past month. Orders get bigger every time.”

  “I’ve seen them bring in vans on car carriers,” Jesse said. “Noticed it about three weeks ago. They just keep on coming. Have to be more than a thousand now.”

  “That sound suspicious,” Mr. Black said.

  “Yes sir, they’re planning something,” Jesse said. “Wish we had more citizens around here that cared.”

  “A lot of people care,” Sax said quietly, looking around to make sure nobody was close by. “We got several thousand Teamsters living in this town. Most of them want the UN out of here.”

  “Bad enough to do something about?” Mr. White asked.

  “They could be rallied,” Sax said, “but nobody has the guts yet.”

  “Do you know locations?” Mr. White asked.

  “Who are you guys?” Sax asked. “Really?”

  Mr. White and Mr. Black looked at each other, then back at Sax and Jesse.

  “How do we know who you are?” Mr. White asked.

  “We’re just locals,” Jesse said.

  “Why you approach?” Mr. White asked.

  “Well, no offense, but you look kinda European to me,” Jesse said. “I’ve not been causing a ruckus over these UN folks because they aren’t in town pushing anybody around. If they start, lots of armed men are gonna come out of the woodwork. Mark my words.”

  “Now don’t be sounding like a trouble-maker,” Sax said. “How do you know they won’t report back to the UN?”

  Mr. White chuckled. “UN don’t like us. Feeling mutual.”

  “Where are you from?” Jesse asked, “if you don’t mind me asking.”

  “Bulgaria, originally,” Mr. White said. “American citizens now.”

  “Uh huh,” Sax said. “What do you do for a living?”

  Mr. Black laughed. “Fixers.”

  “Fixers?” Sax asked. “What does that mean, exactly?”

  Jesse shot him a nervous glance. “Forget what my friend is asking, gentlemen.”

  “I thought you were full of questions,” Sax said.

  “When you come out of shell, you come out of shell,” Mr. White quipped.

  “Should we tell?” Mr. Black asked.

  “Send boss text,” Mr. White replied.

  Mr. Black pulled out his phone, Sax’s eyes getting big.

  “Let’s get out of here, Jesse. They’re probably calling their UN buddies.”

  “Sit,” Mr. Black said as he typed the message. His phone dinged with a reply. Mr. Black read it and snickered.

  “What’s so funny?” Jesse asked, looking increasingly nervous.

  “Yeah, what so funny?” Mr. White asked.

  Mr. Black looked at Sax. “What name of kid on Leave it to Beaver?”

  Jesse laughed. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

  Sax smiled. “I know what they’re doing. It was Theodore.”

  “Right,” Mr. Black said. “What name of brother?”

  Jesse smiled. “Oh, I get it. Wally. Dad’s name was Ward. Remember the old joke?”

  “What old joke?” Mr. Black asked.

  “When the wife says Ward, you were kinda tough on the beaver last night.”

  Mr. Black burst out laughing. “Hey, I like these guys.”

  “Pass test?” Mr. White asked.

  “Yes,” Mr. Black said. He looked at Jesse and Sax. “You hear of Ivan the Butcher?”

  “Oh, crap, you’re with him, aren’t you?” Sax whispered.

  “You say ther
e are teamsters who’ve had enough of UN?” Mr. White asked.

  Sax shook his head yes.

  “Think they might want to help us on upcoming attack?”

  “I got a lot of friends too,” Jesse said. “Ex-special forces like me. We’ve all had it with these creeps.”

  “Be careful who tell,” Mr. White said. “Agents all over. When next teamster meeting?”

  “Couple days,” Sax said.

  “You know footprint of UN base?”

  “I know where I’ve delivered food,” Sax said. He rattled off the street boundaries.

  Mr. White and Mr. Black glanced at each other, smiling.

  “We pretty close, no?” Mr. White said.

  Mr. Black nodded. “I knew. Makes sense when you look at map. Easy to protect. Mass access for attack not easy. Only handful of good entry points.”

  “Wonder how they’d like it if we blocked them all up with semi-trucks?” Sax asked.

  “I like, them not so much,” Mr. White said. “I think we be friends, gentlemen. Go back to women now, they look antsy. You here often?”

  “Hell, just about every night,” Jesse said.

  Sax pulled out his phone. “What’s your number?”

  Mr. White read it off quietly, and Sax punched it in, calling him.

  “Good,” Mr. White said, putting a name to the new contact. “I’ll text when we have news. Be careful who you tell. If women can’t be trusted, don’t mention. Understand?”

  “Yes sir,” Sax said.

  “We got it,” Jesse said.

  They walked back to their table.

  ***

  Jorge drove the Bradley Fighting Vehicle south, one of more than fifty BFVs and a thousand L-ATVs, infantry following them slowly. It was just past dusk.

  “I’m gonna close the hatch,” Jorge said. “Starting to get a little chilly.”

  “Go for it,” Gonzalez shouted. “You can turn on the headlights, too. It’s not too early.”

  “Roger that,” Jorge said.