TEOTWAWKI: Beacon's Story Read Online Free PDF Page B
Author: David Craig
yards.
The tactics of the two groups were different too. The outlaw bikers "hit one of us and we all come after you" credo served them well in bar fights and drug territorial disputes but was ill suited to the open range kind of fight they were in now.
The aroused bikers had jumped on their hogs, brandished their weapons and charged down the valley with savage yells toward the sound of a gunfight in what they imagined to be a motorized version of an old fashioned cavalry charge.
Most civilians would have been terrorized into immobility or panicked flight at the sight of such a charge. Unprepared civilians like Trudy's clan armed with only a few "sporting" guns would have been overwhelmed by the speed and ferocity of the biker's attack and overrun before they could organize an effective defense.
Like Trudy's clan most civilians were still in denial hoping that somehow this was all a bad dream and that in some unspecified way the lights would come back on tomorrow night. While they'd have worried about the legalities of actually shooting another human being the bikers would have cut them to pieces.
The rest of the Rich Guy's Survival Group's MultiCam pattern vehicles were pulling up beside Doc's Humvee forming an impromptu skirmish line on either side of the dirt road.
This was where one of the advantages of uniformity of camo pattern came into play. There was no confusion about what was going on. One look told the recent arrivals that someone was attacking their MultiCam clad people. There was no ambiguity about who was who. Their people were being attacked; they would defend their own.
Eagerly jumping from their vehicles and supporting their scoped rifles on bipods and over the hoods of their vehicles the first of a convoy of twenty some odd vehicles began taking out the bikers before the outlaws were close enough to use their short range weapons effectively. This was the type of fight the survivalists had spent years training for and some were going to be disappointed; arriving too late to the fight.
But the outlaw bikers and the Rich Guys Survival Club survivalists had one thing in common: both groups had instantly realized that TEOTWAWKI made laws and courts moot. Where confused civilians would have agonized over legalities the LLC simply blazed away at evil.
The biker's imitation cavalry charge stumbled like a wave over a rocky shore as most of the outlaws were felled before they got within the effective range of their weapons. With their supported scoped weapons the LLC was firing aimed shots while the outlaw bikers were firing wildly over the handlebars as their bikes bounced over the open ground at high speed.
Like a snake sliding downhill into a buzz saw the charge of outlaw bikers was torn to pieces. A few, realizing what was happening, turned tail and ran. Beacon and Doc Savage took care of them while the rest of the survivalists finished off the charging bikers.
Even with the scope, shooting offhand it took Beacon three or four shots to get a hit on the moving targets at that range, and at that he was satisfied to just knock a biker off his hog, while Doc, firing a mounted, scoped, sniper rifle got a hit with almost every shot. And his targets went down hard, flipping around like torn rag dolls as they flew from their hogs. It took four shots, but Beacon finally hit the biker in the green T-shirt he'd seen raping the girl. The shot knocked the outlaw off his motorcycle, but the guy crawled behind a bush dragging his right leg.
In just a few minutes it was over. As Beacon knelt behind a bush and scanned the valley for more targets Keith and a couple of his buddies drove up with Rich Bitch's dirt bike thrown atop the hood of one of the four wheel drive trucks.
"Don't go down and try to give first aid to any of them," Adonis yelled as they pulled to a stop, "the wounded ones will try to kill
The tactics of the two groups were different too. The outlaw bikers "hit one of us and we all come after you" credo served them well in bar fights and drug territorial disputes but was ill suited to the open range kind of fight they were in now.
The aroused bikers had jumped on their hogs, brandished their weapons and charged down the valley with savage yells toward the sound of a gunfight in what they imagined to be a motorized version of an old fashioned cavalry charge.
Most civilians would have been terrorized into immobility or panicked flight at the sight of such a charge. Unprepared civilians like Trudy's clan armed with only a few "sporting" guns would have been overwhelmed by the speed and ferocity of the biker's attack and overrun before they could organize an effective defense.
Like Trudy's clan most civilians were still in denial hoping that somehow this was all a bad dream and that in some unspecified way the lights would come back on tomorrow night. While they'd have worried about the legalities of actually shooting another human being the bikers would have cut them to pieces.
The rest of the Rich Guy's Survival Group's MultiCam pattern vehicles were pulling up beside Doc's Humvee forming an impromptu skirmish line on either side of the dirt road.
This was where one of the advantages of uniformity of camo pattern came into play. There was no confusion about what was going on. One look told the recent arrivals that someone was attacking their MultiCam clad people. There was no ambiguity about who was who. Their people were being attacked; they would defend their own.
Eagerly jumping from their vehicles and supporting their scoped rifles on bipods and over the hoods of their vehicles the first of a convoy of twenty some odd vehicles began taking out the bikers before the outlaws were close enough to use their short range weapons effectively. This was the type of fight the survivalists had spent years training for and some were going to be disappointed; arriving too late to the fight.
But the outlaw bikers and the Rich Guys Survival Club survivalists had one thing in common: both groups had instantly realized that TEOTWAWKI made laws and courts moot. Where confused civilians would have agonized over legalities the LLC simply blazed away at evil.
The biker's imitation cavalry charge stumbled like a wave over a rocky shore as most of the outlaws were felled before they got within the effective range of their weapons. With their supported scoped weapons the LLC was firing aimed shots while the outlaw bikers were firing wildly over the handlebars as their bikes bounced over the open ground at high speed.
Like a snake sliding downhill into a buzz saw the charge of outlaw bikers was torn to pieces. A few, realizing what was happening, turned tail and ran. Beacon and Doc Savage took care of them while the rest of the survivalists finished off the charging bikers.
Even with the scope, shooting offhand it took Beacon three or four shots to get a hit on the moving targets at that range, and at that he was satisfied to just knock a biker off his hog, while Doc, firing a mounted, scoped, sniper rifle got a hit with almost every shot. And his targets went down hard, flipping around like torn rag dolls as they flew from their hogs. It took four shots, but Beacon finally hit the biker in the green T-shirt he'd seen raping the girl. The shot knocked the outlaw off his motorcycle, but the guy crawled behind a bush dragging his right leg.
In just a few minutes it was over. As Beacon knelt behind a bush and scanned the valley for more targets Keith and a couple of his buddies drove up with Rich Bitch's dirt bike thrown atop the hood of one of the four wheel drive trucks.
"Don't go down and try to give first aid to any of them," Adonis yelled as they pulled to a stop, "the wounded ones will try to kill
Similar Books
To Save His Mate
Serena Pettus
A March Bride
Rachel Hauck
fate of the alpha - episode 2
Tasha Black
Kneading to Die
Liz Mugavero
8 Mile & Rion
K.S. Adkins
E. W. Hornung_A J Raffles 01
The Amateur Cracksman
Charred
Kate Watterson
The Sheikh's Undoing
Sharon Kendrick
The Persian Pickle Club
Sandra Dallas