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bridge. They were armed with M16s and 12 gauge shotguns. They all had biker jackets, no hair and multiple tattoos on their arms and faces. These were the night shift and the six at the bridge were passing a pipe and a bottle of whiskey around. They were obviously drunk and overconfident. John and Bill were under the back end of a truck in a parking lot on the northwest side of the road from the bridge going into town. To the west was the Value Inn with the two guards and due east were the six guards standing behind some cars that were making up a barricade in the middle of the divided highway. John and Bill had been up all night learning as much about the town as possible. They had been watching these animals for several days and found out quite a bit about where they slept and what they were doing. They observed their schedules and made notes on routines and activities.
                  There were about three hundred of the vilest SOBs occupying the town that John had ever seen. Most stayed at the Executive Hotel at the corner of Highways 67 and 41. They stored their captive women at the Holiday Inn by the bridge and had about thirty guards at all times spread about the town. It was a very large brothel for these degenerates. The leader charged the men for every “date.”
    The gang was systematically looting the town one-bank or jewelry store at a time. There was an explosion about every two hours as the thugs broke into another bank, jewelry store, police station and liquor store or gun shop. They were amassing a fortune.
    Bill said, “You know, John, we could blow up the hotel with them in it and take all of the stuff that they have been stealing."
    John laughed and replied, “What about the good citizens who this stuff belongs to?”
    Bill said, “Oops, I got greedy.”
     
     
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                  “I want everyone ready to roll in two days. We’ll hit Cullman, Birmingham and Montgomery on the way down to Mobile.”
    The men were afraid of Jerry for good reason. He killed just for the fun of it. He didn’t need a reason and no one wanted to give him one. He had a Bowie knife and machete hanging from his belt. He liked to torture men and women who pissed him off. He made a sport of trying to cut their heads off with one blow from the machete.
    “We will check out the cities for women and drugs, but I want to join up with the DHS by next Friday. Deke Jones will let us do our thing as long as we bring prisoners to him. We can keep the loot and best looking women, young girls and a few young boys for you perverts.”
    The men cheered and patted Jerry on the back, while praising him for their success.
    “Snake, go fetch my women. I need some loving before we start packing up."
     
     
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    John and Bill walked back into the camp and gathered the senior team together. Scott, Tom, Beth, Alice and Sam joined John and Bill in planning the assault on Decatur.
    Bill hung to his plan to blow up the hotel while the bikers were sleeping and to his surprise, no one disagreed with this brutal uncivilized planned massacre.
    Beth said to Bill, “Hard times make for hard decisions. Those bastards have raped or killed just about everyone in that pitiful city. Let’s help them meet with God and let him sort them out.”
    Everyone laughed. They worked on the plan for over six hours, but at the end had a plan that would succeed with as few losses on their side as possible. The keys were a before dawn attack while the guards were both tired or drunk, blowing up the hotel the gang stayed in and snipers picking off the guards. They all agreed that the entire gang was to be executed down to the last man.
    The advanced team, led by Bill, brought five cases of dynamite taken from a mining company, 50 one-gallon milk jugs filled with gas, and chains to lock the doors on the Executive Hotel. Team Two, led by Scott, was to infiltrate the Value Inn and liberate the poor women who had been sex slaves for