A Zealots Hand

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A Zealots Hand , by Emiliozapata

The deterioration had been troubling him for some time. Everyday it seemed there was a story on the news or in the paper , sometimes even second hand stories of second hand stories of friends or acquaintances. The theme was generally always the same; vile humans depriving the sanctity of life and innocence of weaker , often defenseless humans.

For Cameron Nicholas Fuegos , known to friends and family alike as C.N. , the straw that broke the camels back happened like a bolt out of the blue. Turning on the news that fateful morning brought him more anguish than he was prepared to deal with. Multiple murders at an all girls Amish school , the result of a twisted rape plot gone wrong. How could this be , his mind screamed silently!! Not them , not his beloved Amish.

C.N.'s love of the Amish was built in him from his overall disatisfaction with modern life in America. The more he lived and got by , the cheaper it all seemed to him. Everyone a hipocrite. Nobody seemed to really believe in anything anymore , at least not strongly enough to inconvenience their own shallow nine to five existences. Society seemed to be constantly pushing the envelope of what was acceptable , and increasingly interfering with the parental role of parents proper.
C.N. always dreamed of rejecting society outright. He longed to move out to the country near where a small , yet thriving group of Amish lived. He often visited their road side stands and bought meat and eggs from them just to be close to these people , in whom he had come to see as the last bastion of the purity of spirit that he was searching for.

This. This was too much. Society will make a big deal about this. Verbally. That is all those mother$%^&ers will do he thought. They will sell their magazines and have their talk show guests and trumpet the forgiving spirits of these people, but that will be it , and then nothing will change.

How can they allow this stuff to go on C. N. anguished. Child sex predators paroled and allowed to just continue to prey upon the innocent. They move and dont register themselves and then neighborhoods are left unprepared for that which may come. The government doesn't care. They are the only ones who could stop these predatory bastards and they couldn't care less. They are the ones who can track every internet key stroke, every cell phone call , yet they let the slaughter continue , too preoccupied with their own global corporate agendas to care about those who have priviledged them to serve in once noble positions.

Days after the attack , C.N. watched his own young daughter playing and was overcome by sheer panic and terror at the thought of her safety in this increasingly corrupted world. He made a decision then and there that at once filled the void in him that he had been seeking to fill for years. His spiritual purpose was delivered to him at that very moment. It would be he who fights back and destroys the evil that pervades his world , the evil that shattered that peaceful Amish school house , the evil that walks the corridors of power in Washington.

 

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Chapter 2

Sitting back contemplating the decision he had come to , C.N. battled doubt. How could he make a difference as one man? How could he insulate his own family from what was surely to arise from his actions. C.N. needed a plan. He knew he must be all in or all out and once his war was initiated there was no turning back. He would be labeled a terrorist and murderer and hunted ruthlessly , once the powers that be identified that it was him doing whatever it was he planned to do.

C.N. worked as a Paramedic in a system status management company. This meant that his ambulance was not stationed out of a hall awaiting a call , but was out on the streets moving from intersection to intersection as determined by a computer system , based on how many of the company's rigs were available to respond within the subscribed municipal coverage areas. This allowed him lots of time to think and evaluate the evryday comings and goings of modern life in America. It also gave him 3 days out of seven off. He planned to make the most of those days off , but also planned to do some groundwork under the protective aura of his ambulance and EMS uniform, which seemed to afford him some level of authenticity and authority no matter where he went.

Deciding that a personal jihad against the bread and butter forces of evil in his country would yield very few returns on his investment , C.N. decided on a much riskier , grander scale plan. He did not limit himself however , as striking against the purveyors and consumers of the filth itself would give the greatest personal satisfaction and fulfill the growing need to avenge all those nameless faceless victims that Americans had long since forgotten.


C.N. chose his list of targets with care. First in his mind was the illicit sex and pornography industry. It was strongly believed by C.N. that this industry fed an ever increasing lust for itself, degrading it's customers into descending levels of
depravity. It was here that sick minded people received the feedback they needed to justify and prompt their sickness from fantasies into realities. Organized crime ran much of this industry and damaging them was considered just an additional benefit in C.N.'s mind. The big players and money in this realm was all based on the internet now though , and C.N. considered himself a relative incompetent when it came to all gadgets and gizmos electronic. It was at this realization that he came to his ultimate plan, and the part which he knew would unleash all the forces of the government against him.

Society as observed by C.N. , was increasingly weak in it's ability to adapt to change and had a few particular weaknesses that could be exploited for maximal damage if one was so inclined. These weaknesses C.N. would exploit to maximum advantage , his own version of asymmetric warfare.
It would all begin as soon as he mailed this first letter, this letter which he clutched tight as he struggled with waves of inner doubt. Then , as if a bucket of cold water had been dumped on him , he was stunned back to reality. It must be done. The letter fell from his grasp into the mailbox. To anyone watching it looked like just an everyday happening , a paramedic at work probably paying his bills or sending off a letter to his loved ones somewhere. The truth would soon be realized by all.

 

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chapter 3

Chapter 3

The letter would have been thrown in with the hundreds of others that are received every day by TIME magazine and most likely never given a second look by anyone. However this letter was different , exceedingly so , and would never make it out of the US Postal system , but would surely get noticed. Scrawled in big letters on the outside of the envelope it read " ANTHRAX INSIDE". Big , red letters , practically screaming for attention. Immediately upon beginning the sorting process after being picked up with the rest of the letters in that mailbox located in front of some non-descript decaying strip mall in Detroit , MI. , the words did their job. The sorter notified a supervisor , who in turn called the Postal Inspectors , who by matter of protocol notified the local FBI chapter. The post office was evacuated and within hours the local news media was on scene , having been tipped off by an anonymous pay phone call made from a pay phone 40 miles outside of detroit near Port Huron Mi.

The news crews pried the "Spokesperson" for info using what they had been told by the anonymous phone call , depriving the FBI of the ability to hush up what was contained within the envelope once it was opened by their biowarfare lab under controlled conditions.

What eventually was disseminated to the public was that there had been no powder in the envelope , anthrax or otherwise , but instead a declaration of war upon the "Forces of Filth and Apathy" and "all those who tacitly nurture this cancer". The basic premise of the "manifesto" as the media began calling it , was that the Government was to be given 24 hours to declare a "War on Evil", prosecuted equally as vehemently as the so called "wars on terror and drugs", or a group calling itself the "Zealots of Yahweh" , would begin attacking the infrastructure that supported the Governments very existence.

Media mockery of the event spread like wildfire and the whole nation was abuzz with discussion of the event and the expiration of the 24 hour time frame. At the highest levels of the Government it was decided to do or say nothing , so as to not even give the crackpots the attention that they sought. Most analyst at NSA and Homeland Security had never had this group come across it's radar screens. Never had the name been mentioned or brought in any Domestic Counter Terror operations. Priority level 4 was assigned to the case , which was basically a file and forget designation.

Agent Michael Yellinek was not convinced that this occurence could be so lightly dismissed. Having ran the Detroit office for 5 years , with 12 years in the FBI, and a few years as a suburban beat cop prior to that , he had seen it all , and something about this case worried him. For one , it was occuring on his watch in his geographic concern, that was cause for concern enough , but there was more. He had been given a chance to read the entire letter , and he knew the document was not the rantings of a madman as was being put out in the media. Yellinek had also debriefed the local news station that had received the phone call and the tip and he heard the tapes they had made of the call. What he realized , was that whoever had done this , showed an understanding of manipulating the media and the system to his advantage , and knew the language of the letter to be concise , well written and cunning.

Whoever was doing this certainly had some ability to think tactically and strategically. He figured his fears would either come to fruition or show themselves to be the failed fears of a cautious mind sometime in the very short distance , as the 24 hr time frame would be up sometime in the next 12 hours, give or take , depending on when the letter writers had started their countdown; a time frame which no one really knew or could agree on.

 

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Chapter 4

The timing was conspicuous. The mailer of the letter had to know that from where they put the letter in the box , it would get processed that next day. It was a Friday when it was put in the box and Saturday when the evacuation and media circus happened. Yellinek figured whoever mailed it , had done some test runs on some pieces of mail to see how quickly they got from box to destination to make a good approximation of when it would get processed once mailed. He surmised the mailbox had been scopped out to see when it's contents got retrieved and by whom. Turned out that box was always picked up by Walter Jones , a long time postal employee and he was interviewed by Yellinek immediately. Had he noticed anyone watching the box? Had anyone approached him out of the ordinary? Anything at all that didn't seem right? Jones seemed bothered by all the questions and was of no help.

Figuring the Zealots of Yahweh had someone watching the processing center itself on the day of the expected activities so that they could observe the sights of the Police and FBI showing up and then being able to give a heads up to the caller that the show was indeed kicking off, he had management hand deliver a
standardized form letter to every employee who worked that day asking them to contact him if they had anything they could give to the investigation. Nobody apparently saw a thing.

Back to the timing though. Yellinek couldn't help but tie together the fact that the 24 hrs would expire on Sunday , and that the Saturday evening airwaves had been filled with the breaking news of the ultimatum given the Government by this new group , their Biblically derived name , and the stunt they had pulled off at the postal processing center that Saturday.

What would the talk of the town be at almost every Sunday morning church service in America.? Again Yellinek marveled to himself that whoever these people were , they weren't just some crackpots. He couldn't help but think that the Zealots were trying to use the scandal and sensationalism loving media for their very own propaganda campaign , as subtle and effective as their manipulation of it had been so far.

 

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Chapter 5

C.N. felt elated at what he had accomplished. The payoff was far beyond what he had hoped for , but played out just as he had scripted it. Weeks of patiently waiting and watching had payed off. Most of it accomplished right from the front seat of his ambulance , whose trips often took him all over the greater Metro Detroit area. It was how he scopped the mail box all those mornings , everyone just used to the crew sitting there waiting for a call , using the Rite Aid restrooms and generally looking bored as they read or smoked or did whatever to pass time between calls. It was how he made the phone call in Port Huron that day, having taken a heart surgery patient to a rehab facility closer to the patients home, a fairly common practice for patients coming from outside Detroit into the city's large and advanced hospital systems. C.N. told his partner he wanted to run into a sitdown restaurant on the way out to use the facilities , instead making the phone call from their pay phone. No one seemed to notice the Paramedic making the phone call still wearing rubber gloves.

Yellinek was right , at least about the surveillance of the mail box , and the test mailings , but C.N. didnt need to watch the building to know it would go down on saturday. His test mailings had told him how to time it all and they proved out when it came time for the actual operation. Yellinek was right about one more thing , the churches , who were on average much more vigorous in their sermons that morning. What he didn't know was why.

Upon the Federal Government's determining to make no official mention of the situation or the ultimatum , the Federal security apparatus was called into consultation on how to proceed nevertheless. One immediate step that was taken was to make emergency phone calls from well placed Homeland Security officials to all National Governing bodies of every major congregation of Christian churches in America. Those representatives were briefed that HS wanted them to unequivocally condemn the ultimatum and the Zealots of Yahweh and to disseminate this message downchain to every one of their member congregations and pastors. They were told that a strong worded denouncement of the actions of that Saturday would help to clear up the picture that these Zealots were domestic terrorists and that no sympathy for their cause or actions should be harbored in Christian hearts or minds. The message was well received and sent down the lines to most churches with organized structures , as well as grapevined at a grass roots level to even some non-affiliated congregations throughout the land. This action had been anticipated by C.N. and was welcomed as another great victory in the opening salvo of his personal war.

 

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Chapter 6

Pastor Duncan Ebers got the phone callaround 8pm that night and was mildly agitated to be getting pulled away from the news coverage. His wife Jeanine told him it was their upline from the Assemblies of God organization and that he was saying it was important to speak to Duncan. "Hello , James this is Duncan , what can I do for you James?". "Let me make it quick Duncan , we have been asked by the Government of the United States to absolutely denounce these terrorists , we cant have people thinking moreso than they already do that us Christians are whacky!" "This comes right from the top of the food chain , both within our Assebly and the Government , hope you understand , I gotta go though bud as I have about 6 more calls to make. Lets stay in touch though , I got some ideas in mind for the next quarterly meetings and such. Take care , National is putting out a recording on their line if you have any more questions.God Bless and tell Jeanine I said bye."

"This is amazing" , Duncan called out to Jeanine, "James said the Government wants us to preach tomorrow about these Zealot people and to denounce them as terrorists. " Jeanine didn't know how to respond , as she had always been a good pastor's wife and always knew what to say, but had never encountered anything like this. "What do you think hun?" was all she could come up with.

Duncan wasn't sure he liked this at all. He bristled at the thought of someone from the Government interfering in his pulpit. It was enough that they were increasingly removing God from all vestiges of public life but to now try to tell him what to say to his congregation about something neither he , or he suspected they , knew much about. That night was a sleepless night as Duncan tried to educate himself all he could but searching the internet he could find no mention of the Zealots of Yahweh , or any activities they had been named to be behind. Duncan was troubled by how quickly the National Board had complied with the Governments request and it stirred up some questions that had been festering in him. For some time now Duncan had been toying with the idea of disassociating his church from the Assebly and going non-denominational , though he knew he would lose fully a third of his board and their families if he did that and wasn't sure enough in his convictions to even speak about it to anyone but Jeanine.

Sunday morning came and services were started off by Sunday School and group study. Each member of the church's board was quietly asked out of their small groups and convened in the Pastor's office with Duncan and Jeanine. There he told them what had been asked of him. He then asked the others what they thought. Before any could speak , a scoffing laugh was heard , uttered by Townsend Emerick. Townsend apologized and asked the others to continue if they had any thoughts. One particular board member who Duncan suspected would behave this way , immediately insisted that they should comply , and forcefully equate these people to terrorists. He said Christianity in America was already under assault for being closed minded and bigoted and that any association with Christianity given to these Zealots would further harm the Church's reputation. Most of the others murmured agreement or indifference and Duncan was no closer to a solution to his problem. He excused them back to their small groups , but then discreetly pulled at the back of Townsend Emerick's suit coat and with the slightest head movement motioned for him to wait. This man he suspected , was the wisest in the room and he wanted his advice.

Emerick had been known by Duncan ever since Duncan started at the church. He was one of the older members , an usher , treasurer and board member for as long as Duncan had been there. He was widowed , a retired farmer who still lived in his farm house, though he had sold off most of the land , all but the two acres of yard the old farm house sat on. Duncan knew him to be a Navy veteran , whose service included some time on destroyers and support ships off the coast of Viet Nam. Townsend held the respect of many , not only in the congregation but in town as well.

Duncan looked Townsend dead in the eyes and said , " Help me here old buddy , I am truly at a loss as to what to do". Emerick steadied his gaze back at Duncan and said " Young man, I believe you ought be asking God what to do right about now , not an old washed up farmer like me. Fact is , I think if you study your good book right there , you just might find your answer!"

Duncan looked perplexed but thanked Townsend anyways and sent him off with a cordial handshake and a pat on the back. What the man said gnawed at him. He had studied the bible most of his adult life and couldn't imagine finding an answer to this predicament in it anywhere. He decided in the end to do nothing , to say nothing. "Let this thing blow" over he thought out loud to himself. His hope was the the deadline would come and go , nothing would happen and it would all be seen as the work of pranksters.

 

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Chapter 7

Sunday came and went. Nothing happened. Churches across America denounced the Zealots of Yahweh as terrorists , most congregants chuckled at the need for their pastors to even mention it, and most of America quickly forgot about the ultimatum. Two weeks past and it wasn't even on the national radar, let alone within the State of Michigan.Even Agent Michael Yellinek had since forgot about the Zealots who he had initially thought could present some trouble to his area. He had new concerns every day and needed to prioritize his people and resources and right now China White heroin coming into Metro Detroit from Windsor across the border in Canada was his main concern. It was thought some new Asian criminal gangs were trying to establish themselves as the big heroin pushers for the suburban youth on both sides of the bridge.

The two weeks since the ultimatum and anthrax ascare had been busy for C.N.
One of the things he had done before this had all began was to steal a laptop computer from a tabletop that had been left unattended in a Panera's Bread store. It was a brazen theft , C.N. waited in the shop for less than an hour for the yuppie type businessman to come in and fire up his laptop while he drank his afternoon coffee. Counter-culture type hung out there commonly and he used this fact to disguise himself well. Black eye liner around his eyes and some black lipstick along with some fake piercings in the eyebrows barely showing due to the heavy stocking cap pulled down close to his face. The outfit was topped off by black shirt and torn black baggy pants. He looked just like a goth and nothing like himself. He was at once ridiculous yet inconspicuous. When his mark went to relieve his coffee burdened bladder, C.N. simply walked up to the counter grabbed a few napkins , threw his own cup out and then walked out past the table and picked up the unit like it was his and walked out. No one noticed a thing.

C.N. purchased a range extending antenna for his laptop with cash and began taking it to work and surfing the net while in the truck , a common thing for his co-workers to do. They would drive around finding wireless signals they could pick up and use. C.N. always made sure to spread out his surfing to as many wireless locations he could find , knowing any IP traces would never come back to him in any way and would be in a fairly random pattern ; although limited geographically to the Metro Detroit area.

He began , away from his truck partner's eyes , discreetly sending off emails and posts to every newspaper sight he could find and commenting on every bloggers site and every newsgroup bulletin board that he could log on to. He registered on them with the user name of Zealots of Yahweh , and began a steady discourse of what the groups aims were and why they were justified in their actions and still promising retribution for the failure of the Government to declare the "War on Evil" , as he called it.

Three weeks to the day of the ultimatum , he sent a an email to a "contact us" link on the CIA's website. It read as follows , " the first bowl of wrath shall be poured out upon you, you have been given a chance to repent and you have blasphemed the Almighty with your silence. Zealots of Yahweh"

This would be the prelude to his next direct action.

 

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Chapter 8

Three days in a row off. C.N. always bid his schedule at work so that he worked allthrough the weekends and then had his 3 days off during the week. Him and his family loved to camp , but hated the crowds so they found that going during the week was the best of both worlds. They could camp a relatively abandoned campground and be gone before the weekend crowds started showing up, usually late Thursday or early Friday. Monday through Wednesday was his three days off and this trip he planned on calling off sick on Sunday so they could travel with little traffic and have an extra day. C.N. had big plans.

The finger lakes region of New York was a spot they loved to go and the trip was doable in 6 hours if they cut through Canada and didn't stop much on the way. C.N. loaded up the kids and his wife Julie , the tent , the canoe , and all the other essentials and off they went. Arriving at their destination, a nice New York State Park near the Lake Ontario shoreline they began to set up camp. Once finshed it was nearing night fall so Julie started preparing a lite dinner for the kids while C.N. built a nice fire in the provided pit. He had some beefalo patties he wanted to fire grill and some baked beans he liked to warm up near the fire, right in the can.

They enjoyed a nice night of camping , the 2 kids played till they tired and C.N. stayed up to watch the fire die down and gaze at the stars some. The next day would find them taking a drive into nearby Rochester , with it's many attractions.

Heading into Rochester C.N. began taking mental notes as to every gas station he passed. Once he found a circuitous route that he could comfortably cover on his mountain bike he drew himself a quick little map , with 15 gas stations marked down by only a star. No writing at all, distances measured only by series of tick marks. The rest of the day was spent at zoos and swimming pools and a nice dinner at a greek place with C.N.'s beloved Moussaka , as the specialty dish. Julie and the kids got gyros.

That night after every one went to bed , C.N. told Julie he was going for a bike ride , which she didnt think was all that out of place a thing for him to do, even though it was late , C.N. never missed a workout. What she didnt know was that he had under his sweatshirt in his waistband was a special Sears Craftsman cutting tool , advertised to snip through just about anything. After about five miles of biking C.N. came to the first station on his map , it was still open so he passed by , noticing it would close at midnight. He pedaled on. All told that night he was out for four hours. He was able to render all but 4 of the 15 gas stations inoperable for the next day's business by using his nifty tool to completely sever the pump nozzle from the tubing. The four he could't get were 24 hour stores , less actually than he had expected. The work was easier than he thought. He would just ride up to the darkened pumps of the closed stations and simply sever the hose , never being at a station more than five minutes , yet disabling every single pump there.

For one nights work, C.N. had effectively rendered an entire section of outer Rochester without the ability to fuel. Not bad C.N. thought to himself. A real low key yet effective monkey wrench of the system. The last station got a message written in permanent marker on their front window that read " America fight Evil or your paradise will be forsaken, Zealots of Yahweh"

 

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Chapter 9

Yellinek went into work that morning expecting to do more leg work against the heroin smuggling , but was surprised by a message on his answering machine. Field HQ had called to summon him to an emergency meeting in D.C. , and he only knew it had something to do with the Zealots of Yahweh. He quickly logged onto his secure intel net and read the synopsis of the previous 24 hours intel reports , generated by agents and press watchers throughout America. There it was , a major traffic and logistical cluster f#$% in the Rochester , New York area.

Unsure that this wasn't the work of some jokesters Yellinek tried to see some tie between Detroit and Rochester but nothing jumped out at him , even after much deliberation. He quickly concluded this to be coincidental and juvenille , but nevertheless Washington was worked up enough to call for his presence.

Arriving in D.C. , Yellinek was quickly escorted to a briefing room. Domestic terror experts from Homeland Security had briefed some of those gathered earlier , and now began to catch up Yellinek and a few others whom he knew to be members of various other agencies , seemingly every agency from Transportation Security to the Secret Service was there. The condensed version was this - Zealots of Yahweh had threatened to disrupt governmental and economic activity with coordinated and select attacks on critical infrastructure. This Rochester , New York thing , juvenille as it seemed , had created a hell of a mess and further , more sinister strikes could not be ruled out. All agencies were to put together a list of vulnerabilities and countermeasures and implement them immediately. A special budget would be assigned to all agencies as needed. Yellinek was asked to stay after to be quizzed by some HS big wigs due to his being the agent with the biggest dossier on these people to date. His interrogators were unhappy to hear that he really had nothing on these people as they had left no clues or trails in Detroit short of a pattern of random emails from varying areas of the Detroit area and those had since stopped.

Agent Michael Yellinek was sent back to Detroit with orders to increase FBI surveillance on any known or suspected right wing terror suspects and any with known ties to the remains of the Michigan Militia. He was given a special , seperate budget for the same , and told to create a liasion office with the Michigan State Police Investigative decision. Though he still believed this was an unfortunately coincidental prank done by high school kids using the name Zealots of Yahweh for fun , he was determined to follow through on his assignment.

 

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Chapter 10

Knowing that he couldn't continue all is activities on his days off , C.N. asked a co-worker to switch a couple of shifts around so he could watch his nephews baseball game. The coworker agreed , holding C.N. to the promise of returning the favor later in the summer. C.N. now had Friday and Saturday off and told Julie that he had to go to Rochester , MI for an Advanced Cardiac Life Support class and wanted to go there the day before to spend some time fishing with a buddy from work at one of the state parks inn Oakland County. He hated deceiving her and knew the time to tell her part of what he was up to would come soon , just not yet.

Instead of heading towards Oakland County , C.N. was steering his car due south. He knew he could make the ohio turnpike within a couple hours drive from Detroit and once he found the suitable stretch of highway he would exit and begin his next action.

Driving the Turnpike until he found a sufficiently rural stretch , C.N. exited the Turnpike and began evaluating the surrounding area. He found a Meijers in a medium size town area about five miles off the highway and parked his car there. His ever present mountain bike strapped to the back the 1996 Saturn , his gray grocery getter was among the least noticeable cars in the lot.

C.N. set off for the highway area again , this time on his bike , with his little tow behind trailer that he had designed for the bike. Once his kids outgrew the need to ride in the buggy style carrier it had originally been, he converted it into it's present utility trailer configuration. Post conversion it held enough cargo for a 2-3 day bike camping trip , but today it's cargo was a bit more sinister. Inside lay a heavy barrel .243 rifle , sold by H&R , a line of single shot, break barrel shotguns and rifles. C.N. had purchased it to use as a sniper rifle should the need ever arise. Affordability was the main attraction. Basically , it was the most accurate rifle he could get with what he had to spend and it could be fitted with a Harris brand bipod and was designed for rail or weaver mount optics. C.N. had fitted a good but not great scope , again limited by funds. All in all the rifle was capable of performing better than what C.N. could shoot , as he was no trained marksman , but it allowed him to tag most of what he wanted to with accuracy ou to about 300 yards.

Finding the spot he wanted was fairly easy. The Turnpike made a gentle curve away from a high embankment situated just before a patch of trees located just before the next exit off of the road itself. No peripheral road traffic came near the spot and lots of scrub land and woods were between the spot and the next secondary road. C.N. , making sure no one was around biked into the woods and rode as best he could back across the woods toward the secondary road. He would bike that road back, paralleling the direction he needed to go to get back to his car at Meijers and once he started getting closer to town and activity , he would ditch the bike and cart and walk to his car to then drive back and retrieve the back, remaining about 5 miles away in each case.

Upon finding a good spot to ditch the bike , C.N. snapped a tiny blue colored cyalume and taped it to the seat. It shown enough he could locate the bike once he was within 10 - 20 feet. He then removed the rifle and a ghilli blanket he had made from the cart and began making his way to his selected location on the embankment. Along the way he placed a few of the mini 1 hour cyalumes on the ground in strategic areas. These would help him run quickly back across the scrub and woods area he had to traverse in the dark of night and warn him off any areas that could be hazardous , such as the large hole that looked like a tree had once been there. He didnt want to fall into that and twist or break an ankle . Arriving at his shooting spot he settled in and placed the ghilli blanket over top himself and the gun with just the barrel tip and scope eye butting out. He was now ready to fire the literal first shot of his war.

 

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Chapter 10

He could see the front of the truck coming clearly through the scope. Even though it was 1 o' clock in the morning and pitch dark out , the lights down on the turnpike and the semi tractor's headlights gave perfect illumination to the target. C.N. had loaded the weapon with the .243 FMJ round only 20 minutes earlier , extracting it from it's holder which was embedded into the stock of the rifle , an aftermarket option that C.N. had purchased to give faster loading action to the single shot rifle. Countless times he had practiced the load and unload process while in a sniper position and had become quite proficient in doing it with little telltale movement , besides with the type of sniping he had envisioned rapid follow up shots wouldn't be as necessary as they might be in other situations.

This truck presented the perfect target , and C.N. hadn't had to wait long. He knew commercial traffic was heaviest at night and hoped for a tanker to come by fairly isolated from other traffic. This one had. Fuegos didnt want to kill anyone yet at this point , and certainly not a hapless truck driver unaware of what was to befall him. His plan was still infrastructure only , but he knew if he took this shot the potential for tragedy was there. Steadying himself , he placed the crosshairs squarely into the radiator portion of the trucks front and tracked the trucks progress towards him. BAM! Startled by the suddeness of the rifles report , he realized he had been to tense and put too much pressure on the hair trigger , squeezing off the round.

The make shift flash deflector he had fashioned from a plastic bottle wrapped in black duct tape seemed to only halfway work , yet still C.N. could visualize the target through the scope and saw the truck begining to slow just as it passed him. This he hadn't considered , any worked to turn enough to engage the truck again without giving away his position. By this point the driver had come to a complete stop and oil could be seen in a trail behind the truck just behind where it had come to rest. The FMJ slug had done it's job. The driver could be seen inspecting the front of his truck as if to locate the source of the damage and C.N. thought it possible that the driver never saw or heard the shot , probably just feeling and impact to the front of his truck and then lost functional ability to continue driving the rapidly failing engine.

C.N. had reloaded the weapon shortly after repositioning and swore at himself to control the next shot better. For this shot he loaded a hollow point round which he had next in line in the shell carrier , which held six rounds in total.
With the driving still at the front of his truck , Fuegos fire the hollow point round directly into the tanker body and could see through the scope a small shimmer appear on the side of the tanker body. Even the self sealing tank was no match for the hollow point that exploded on impact against the tanker's steel skin.

Now the driver had no doubts about what was happening , as he surely would have heard the rifle's report and the bullet's impact against his cargo ; probably didn't see the origin though , C.N. thought , as he had been intently looking under the front of his truck at the growing pool of oil and radiator fluid when the shot was fired. The man began running directly away from both his truck and the direction of C.N. and his sniper hide. This gave the chance for 2 more hollowpoints into the container near the first , now producing a visible stream of refined gasoline pouring down the side of the tank.

C.N. could see the driver still trotting away but on his cell phone now too , and knew his time would grow short. He reached for the last two rounds , he had paid handsomely for these at a gun show. Advertised as incendiary/ tracer , he prayed silently that they were what they had been purported to be , although earlier test firings had shown them to appear to work , he wasnt fully sure until he sent the first one down range. Laying in his hide he watched mesmerized as the slug began to glow , arcing it seemed towards the tanker. Then before he could even visualize impact the tanker seemed to lift straight up as a brilliant ball of fire illuminated the entire sky , followed shortly by an ear crushing WHOOMP whose concussion seemed to wash right over C.N.

Holy S$^&$ , he thought , then at that moment realizing he forgot to ensure no cars were passing by at that moment , and hoped he hadn't incinerated anyone . Quickly peeking down at the roadway , he didnt see any cars engulfed in flames , but could see cars begininning to back up from the direction that the truck had come , with the Turnpike burning in a giant wall of flame. Hurridly wrapping up the ghilli blanket and folding in the bipod legs , C.N. turned and began low crawling away from the scene dragging his rifle away with him, protected in the blanket bundle , which he had designed to double as a drag bag. Once he got a bit off the embankment area he picked up into a dead run towards the direction of his first cyalume. He found it quickly and raced to the next and then finally got to the bike. The approximate quarter mile he covered seemed like a 10 k race to his adrenaline sodden legs.

Throwing the weapon and bag into the trailer he began pedalling toward the secondary road and could then hear fire trucks and police sirens off in the distance , probably coming up the Turnpike , he thought . Easily escaping into the night , he pedaled to a spot sufficient to conceal the bike in a ditch and started off on foot towards the car. He had come to believe that criminals fleeing their crime scenes directly by car almost always accounted for their capture and vowed to always plan his operations to include egress by other means to a waiting vehicle well away from the scene. Upon reaching the car C.N. smiled to himself , as he recollected the blast from the tanker and made a mental note to be better prepared for the blast if he was to repeat this M.O. ever again.

Heading back to Michigan via secondary roads until he was well past the trouble on the turnpike , C.N. passed the night crafting how he would announce this attack to the media , and wondered what sort of response the Feds and others had begun to mount against this shadowy new group.

 

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Chapter 11

Yellinek realized the moment he read the morning's intel briefing that his hopes for the Rochester event had been fruitless. He quickly realized it had not been a teenage prank , but the work of an apparently commited terror network. This latest attack on the fuel tanker was being characterized as a "violent , deliberate attack on the critical infrastructure of America." Washington was up in arms , though Yellinek and others held hopes that the two events could turn out to be unrelated , as no claims for the attack had yet been verified to have any merit. Sure , there had been claims , about 130 at last count. Seemed every crackpot in America with a grudge on his shoulder was calling in trying to take credit , but the FBI people in D.C. had been quick to rule them all out. Yellinek knew he probably wouldn't have to wait much longer for the real perpetrator to communicate with the media.

Three days after the attack , no less than ten media outlets in the Detroit area began receiving hand written letters claiming to be a communique from the Zealots of Yahweh. Some were in cursive , others printed. Some in crayon , some in marker , each one different in some way , even in , it appeared , the style of writing ; yet they all bore the exact same message verbatim. This fact would confuse the FBI investigators assigned to the case.

When Yellinek heard a local T.V. anchor reading the "communique", he realized immediately it was the real thing. What he heard both riled and stunned him - "Attention to all agents of the illegitimate American power infrastructure , the Zealots of Yahweh have just demonstrated to you , with the roadside sniper attack , our power to disrupt your way of life. We will give you exactly 24 hours to declare a War on Terror. You did not heed our call originally - we give you one last chance. If this is not done , all commercial traffic on I-94 between Chicago , Illinois and Lansing , MIchigan will be subject to destruction , as will commercial traffic on the following roadways. I-75 North to South between Michigan and Kentucky , as well as the entirety of the New York thru way I -90. Drivers beware - if the Government does not comply , and you take to the roads , you will be considered supportive of the usurpers and will be treated with extreme malice. Zealots of Yahweh."

In crafting the communique , C.N. had taken careful measure to confine the restriction zone to an area that could be conceivably covered by this "group" , as well as being in the general vicinity of the previous assaults. This would surely wreck havoc upon the transportation system in a economically vital area of the country that was responsible for moving the manufacturing and warehousing systems of most major car manufacturers. C.N. remembered well how spellbound and terrified the nation was when a random sniper was holding most of the D.C. area hostage to his criminal spree. He hoped to elicit the same hysteria , even though there was no way he could make good on the breadth of the "blockade by fear proxy". It was here in propoganda , thouroughly created to elicit maximum advantage through minimum effort, that he sought his asymetric advantage.

C.N. knew this would strain the law enforcement apparatus of the given areas , and he hoped , drain resources away from what was surely by now , a huge Federal undertaking - the identification and elimination of the Zealots of Yahweh.

 

[emiliozapata]

Chapter 13

Reaction to the communique , as C.N. had planned , was rapid and rabid. The Zealots of Yahweh had quickly elevated itself way above the Eco-Terrorists (groups like the Earth Liberation Army , Animal Action Front etc.) on the FBI's list of Most Dangerous Domestic Terror Threats. Every talk show host in America it seemed featured "experts" on the "Right Wing threat" and other associated "cult phenomenon". Christian leaders from all the mainstream organizations were tripping over each other to "make it clear to Americans that these people do not represent what our Church believes".

It was just this moment that C.N. had been waiting for ; his moment to initiate his divide and conquer startegy against the Christian community in America. Having since ceased the e-mails at work for fear of what he suspected would be Fed attempts to somehow track and establish a GPS origin for his postings off of the wireless networks he had been using , he had waited until he got a long-distance transfer to a facility outside of the Metro Detroit area to commence his next communique.

That opportunity came four days after the first communique , or "diatribe" as the media were now calling it , when he arranged to work an extra shift , scheduled solely to transport a patient up to a nursing care facility in Traverse City, MI.

C.N. spent that night composing more letters for the media. These would be sent to the major networks , as well as to the New York Times and the Washington Post , and various other major newspapers. This strategy Fuegos had adopted to circumvent a hush order he felt the Feds might give the media , as it was becoming apparent to some in the various agencies that manipulating the media was part of the Zealot strategy. C.N. figured if he saturated enough media outlets , at least one was sure to leak.

Having these letters he was to mail out originating in Traverse City , being hundreds of miles away from Detroit , was certain to again sow confusion in the Fed ranks. Every time they thought they were making a geographical fix , the locations were being changed. Despite them having all their best patterning and profiling experts working the case , they were drawing blanks on that front.

Needing to account for the eyes of his truck partner , C.N. hid the bundle of letters inside his clipboard , which he used for his run paperwork. After dropping of the patient and briefing the nursing staff that the trip had been medically uneventful , C.N. and his partner left for the return trip he told her he needed to stop at a Farmer Jack grocery store they had passed a few mile outside of town. When she pulled up C.N. asked her if she needed anything inside and she said she could use a cold water so he told her "One cold water coming up".

Getting out of the ambulance , Fuegos inconspicuously took his clipboard in with him , knowing most Farmer Jack stores had a mailbox in the foyer entrance. Once in the store , away from her eyes , he casually removed the letters and slipped them in the box , but not before scanning the area to ensure there were no cameras on the box area.(C.N. knew most stores survey their aisles and the cash registers and the parking lots but not in the area near the foyer where the mailbox was.) He purchased her water and some milk and an apple for himself and went back out to the truck. These letters he knew would add a new element to the game.

 

[emiliozapata]

chapters messed up

i apologize - i have placed 2 chapter 10's and cant figure out how to edit that portion of the post so i corrected by skipping 12 and going to 13 , sorry for the confusion

 

[emiliozapata]

Chapter 14

Jeanine Ebers hurried into her husbands study hoping to find him in time. Something was on the TV news program she knew he would want to see. "Where could he be" , she wondered to herself aloud. This was his usual study time and she was surprised to not find him diligently preparing the weeks activities at the church. Passing back through the kitchen , Jeanine caught a glimpse of her husband through the doorwall window. Duncan was outside , watching the birds at the feeders , and the inevitable battles that erupted when the squirrels came around. He seemed to be fixated on something past the scene before him and she figured he was deep in thought , as she knew the activities of the last few weeks had troubled him.

Duncan Ebers had been raised in the Church , the son of a Preacher , who followed in his father's large shoes. He loved his Church , his congregation , and most of all his Lord and all the blabber on the news about Christianity spawning seperatist and exclusionary behaviors in it's adherents was troubling him. He had felt for a long time the Church was losing it's way in America and knew it was in no position to be defending itself against some of the attacks that had been starting up due to these "Zealots" as they called themselves. Suddenly his train of thought was interrupted by Jeanine's voice calling him , imploring him to hurry in to the house. What could be so crucial that she needed him now? "Hurry hun , there is breaking news on CNN , you'll want to hear it " , she said as he came into the house.

Slumping into his favorite lounger , Duncan began listening as the anchor seemed to be discussing another development in the Zealots of Yahweh story. Thinking that this stuff was the last thing he needed to hear right about now , Duncan began to get up , and as he did , he was awestruck by what he heard next.

Reading the text the anchors voice began , " Dear Cherished Brothers and Sisters in Christ , in order to show the passion that we have for the love and the ways of our Christ , the Zealots of Yahweh , in full accord with the Spirit , have allowed the deadline to pass without incident. We declare to America that we will not disrupt the traffic as we have stated. We do not wish to create danger and trepidation for our citizens , most of whom we know to share our disgust with what has become of the moral fabric of our society. Christ has told that where we are , in twos and threes , that there shall he be also , so we ask you brother and sister Christians , stand with us , pray with and for us , and seek out in your own hearts what Christ would have you do to defend the poor and the fatherless , the widowed and the tormented , the defenseless. The time has come America to reclaim our beloved land of freedom and opportunity , in one accord with the unyielding Law of the Most High. Search your hearts and then let your voice be heard on high. Do not go before the father as lukewarm vomitus to be purged from him , but in boldness and obedience. In the Name of the Father. Amen.

Duncan's inner turmoil became a tsunami of questions that he needed to immediately find answers for , and retreated without delay to his study. Jeanine herself was stunned beyond words , these people were not the demons the media had been making them out to be , perhaps even the incidents had been "arranged " in order to slander them. Something she knew was not quite right , but just what she didnt know. She just couldn't figure out what was happening.

Sitting in his townhouse in the Detroit suburbs , Agent Yellinek knew exactly what had just happened. " These bastards are unbelievable" he muttered to himself.

 

[emiliozapata]

Chapter 15

Crafting the last communique and getting it disseminated throughout the media , was considered a great victory by C.N. With it , he hoped to "throw down the gauntlet" so to speak. The language of the piece had been carefully chosen to induce doubt in the minds of Christians throughout America as to the true nature of this shadowy group. "Just a small seed of doubt , that's all I need" , C.N. told himself. From that seed , he hoped to sprout a revolution. C.N. knew that many bible believing Christians in America had long since stopped participating in the political process , disillusioned by so called "Christian Conservatives" , who promised them the world and delivered nothing. It was these people he hoped to reach with his message.

"Not again" , he muttered to himself , seeing that he had been summoned for a security roundtable in D.C.. Agent Yellinek hated the inefficient encumberments of National Task Force approaches to criminal occurances. Agency infighting and rivalry always made for less efficient crime solving , and he hoped that it could be avoided in this case. Arriving in Washington , his hopes were quicly dashed.

" Michael , this is Director Hawkins from Homeland , I need you to come to the Pentagon right away as we'll be convening a task force with your folks as well as NSA and ATF. I will fill you in more when you get here." The phone call was brief and to the point , the circus was starting.

The days after the release of the last message were filled with the mundane for C.N.. He knew he needed to keep up the pressure , but he also was falling behind in spending time with Julie and the kids and so he decided to give the message some time to sink in and do it's job before he would up the ante. He spent the next week working and using his days off to touch up some yard work and had a few cookouts , even did some fishing at the park with the kids. This time he used to reflect on his purpose and to ready himself for what was to come.

Once the week of inactivity passed , Fuegos decided to formulate his next "direct action" , as he took to describing it to himself. For this next action , he wanted to raise the level of personal investment in his self styled Crusade. He knew it was time to kill. Rationalizing that it was inevitable that someone would eventually die if he stayed true to his calling , he figured the sooner the better. The target came to him quickly , only the method would take some thought.

 

[emiliozapata]

Chapter 16

Vincent Murphy was often labeled as a "throw back". The moniker hearkened to his old fashioned and tough nosed way of doing things. A pipefitter by trade , Vince was on his way to work when the call from Townsend Emerick came across his cell phone. "Vince old pal it's Towny , how ya doing". The pair had been friends and members of the same congregation at church for many years. "Listen Vince , Duncan called me today , says he has some stuff he wants the three of us to discuss , can you swing by the church tonight after work?" Vince was sure he could make it , but needed to check with his wife first to make sure she hadn't been planning dinner. After confirming with her it wouldn't be a problem , he called Townsend back and told him he would be by around 6 o'clock that evening.

Arriving at the church , he found Duncan and Townsend already there and involved in deep discussion. He overheard Duncan telling Townsend that it was now or never and that decisions made now could affect eternity. He wondered , ironically enough , "What in God's name could they be talking about?

Turning to see Vince entering the church , Duncan waved him over , gesturing for him to take a seat next to himself and Emerick. Looking Vince dead in the eye with a steeled gaze , he began to speak. Vince was not familiar with the look of determination painted on Duncan's face. He had not seen him so resolved before.
"Vince , I have prayed and sought the Lord harder in these last few days than I ever have before. I believe with all my faith that the Spiritual battle we all fight every day , must now be fought in the physical. I believe that I must in some way , some how , do whatever I can to help out our brothers in Christ , the Zealots. You and Emerson both seem to me to be of a like mind to me in many things that we have discussed and dealt with before and now I am asking for your help. How , I dont know yet. " Vince was stunned. Duncan continued , "I ask both of you to search your hearts and seek the Lord on this and please , lets get together again next week and talk more. I trust in the meantime I have your confidence not to discuss this with anyone other than your spouses or immediate loved ones. Agreed?" Townsend and Vince both gave their words to Duncan , agreed to meet again , and all departed with firm handshakes. Vince wouldn't sleep at all that night.

The business now being watched from intermittent passes up and down the streets comprising the intersection it sat on , was one of the only ones in the area to be thriving. C.N. passed it almost every day at work during his trips in and out of the main medical campus area in Detroit. The business was located a few miles away in a particularly run down section of an enclave city known as Pleasant Park. Entirely surrounded by Detroit , the little city was now one of the poorest areas in the Metro Detroit area. Originally founded by a group of merchants and businessmen embroiled in a revenue squabble with the architects of power in Detroit proper , it was a sad shell of it's heyday highs. Even the name , once appropriate , now seemed to mock it's residents. Pleasant Park. Surely there was no longer anything pleasant about life there , and no one seemed to be able to find the park anymore. What remained in the city was mostly in a state of disrepair and neglect , except one business. One business whose neon signs called out for all to see.

Ron's de Vu. Girls - Nude. XXX Inside.
Red and blue neon , illuminating the streets below with their brightness , a beacon of prosperity in a sea of urban decay. C.N. knew the place to be a front for all manner of side activities that were downright illegal , yet no one ever seemed to bother the place. Girls danced inside and recruited customers for prostitution that took place mostly in a few nearby houses owned by the store owner. In and out they went , locals spending what little money they could scrape together , as well as professionals and businessmen letting off some steam before heading home for the day. The immediate vicinity of the business was relatively safe , with fenced and lighted parking out back , which kept the cars from view of any passing vehicles. The business owner used local toughs to keep the peace in the area , so as to not drive away the rich , yet easily spooked clientel. The system was flawless and very profitable , but all that was soon to take a sudden and violent turn for the worse.

 

[emiliozapata]

Chapter 17

The following text consist of a synopsis of multiple intelligence agencies' investigative and forecasting efforts , given in report form , to the Congressional committee convened to "deal with the Zealot Crisis". Purposefully vague and limited in detail , it would suffice to keep the politicians happy for now. The real effort launched for containing the group , and any sympathizers arising , was dubbed "Holy Water", and was convened at the highest levels of the national security apparatus.

TOTAL ACTIONS IDENTIFIED - Intelligence agencies have received verified reports of 24 incidents believed to be connected to Christian Extremists.(CE/s hereon).

ACTIONS CLAIMED - To this point no less than 15 incidents have been identified. Of these , 7 have been identified to have been claimed by a person or group claiming to represent the Zealots of Yahweh. The remainder have been claimed by other entities.

UNCLAIMED ACTIONS - 9 actions remain unclaimed to this point. Most , if not all , share some similarities to either methods employed , or targets selected. Geographic dispersal appears to be randomized at this time. Due to this , analyzers are continuing work on patterning , and the discussion of geographic will not be elaborated on.

TYPES OF ACTIONS - The actions have all involved some form of property destruction , with the most spectacular to date being the Ohio tanker attack. For a detailed list of actions please reference your individual departments intel briefings.

OTHER CONSIDERATIONS - Herein is covered all ramifications of this new phenomenon of CE terror. Firstly , it has been determined that the CEs have attempted to utilize the media to disseminate their message. Steps to limit and destroy this capability are under way and ongoing. It has been noted by crime scene investigators , that most actions have been accomplished by a lone individual , acting with little or no command and coordination.

Most troubling , is a noted shift in the literature of the non CE christian community. Analyzers believe they have identified a trending toward acceptance or sympathy with the notions of the CE propagandists. Steps to counteract this are active and ongoing.

CONCLUSION - At this time the CEs are considered a minor threat , loosely organized , with little to no ability to threaten the existence of the Government of the United States.

Reading the document left those assembled with the feeling that this was just another manifestation of a fringe group , the likes of which popped up from time to time. Many similar groups had made threats shortly after Waco fiasco and other such events. The bombing of the Philadelphia rowhouses to destroy the MOVE group had also elicited such threats. None of those could fathom exactly how wrong they were about to be.

 

[emiliozapata]

Chapter 19

Reading the news , in both magazines and on the web , of attacks that were not of his hand , Cameron Fuegos couldn't help but smile. He had always believed in the" Foco Theory" , as espoused by the revolutionary, Che Guevarra. The basic premise of the theory , that the conditions of a society do not always have to give birth to a revolution , but that revolution can give birth to the conditions that support and continue it , seemed to be playing out. In other words , it just takes someone to start pulling the trigger , and others will follow.

Attacks of all sorts were being committed across America and claimed as the work of the Zealots. C.N. knew his propaganda had reached a waiting audience. An audience , he believed had been waiting for years for someone to just stand up and show them the way , and he had done it. What pleased him the most however , was one particular news story developing out of Ohio.

Pastor Duncan Ebers , of the Lima Assemblies Congregation , had called a press announcement for noon 11am , in which he would make an announcement regarding the Zealots of Yahweh. This tidbit was to good for the local media to pass up and had even attracted a sizeable contingent of national coverage. Many speculated that the Zealots would be revealed , and that this pastor was their spokesman. Approaching the microphone , Duncan couldn't help notice that his presence before it had caused the crowd to come to an anticipatory hush. "If only my parishioners were so attentive " , he thought to himself. He began his speech.

"Ladies and Gentleman , I have brought you all here today to announce that my Church , Lima Assemblies Congregation has decided to make a public endorsement of the goals , he stressed this word , of the Zealots of Yahweh. We believe that this Nation has become captive to an evil of apathy and that these men are led of God to induce change at the highest levels. Let me be clear , we denounce violence and property destruction , and in no way are we encouraging sedition. We call on the Government to immediately address the concerns of the Zealots and begin to return this country and it's streets to the American family , free of fear. Furthermore , we announce the creation of a legal fund for the defense of any member of the Zealots or any other Christian patriots suffering prosecution by the United States Government. More information will be forthcoming. Thank you all for coming , that will be all."

At this , Duncan quickly turned and was guided back into his church building by about half a dozen men who had accompanied him. Still shaking from the adrenaline release he had felt while making the speech , Duncan could hear a chorus of press yelling out questions at him as he hurried back inside. "I can never turn back now" he shouted to the men.

The repercussions of his announcement were almost immediate. His National Governor from the Assemblies of God called and stated explicitly that his church was no longer welcome and that he would have to remove the Assemblies name from his church immediately , implying legal action if he did not comply. Duncan had expected this. Not only that , he had expected he would lose fully half his current members , but he knew he had the full support of a few key men in his church, and their families , as well as his own and that was enough for him. The phones never stopped ringing that day and into the night. Finally , he and his helpers went home , amazed to still find some media camping out near the church. Duncan knew he would start a firestorm of speculation and discourse that day , but could not have comprehended the depths to which it would spread.

 

[emiliozapata]

Chapter 20

Surveying the Ron's de Vu for about three weeks , C.N. had finally established the pattern of the Continental Express trucks that delivered stock to the store portion of "the Vu" , as people called the place. Using his knowledge of the truck's deliveries to the place , he had determined that new stock came in about once every 7 days , and usually on a tuesday or thursday. He figured the company only came to this area on those two days to limit the exposure of their drivers to the dangers of the neighborhood. This knowledge would be crucial in the meticulous planning that would be involved in this mission , C.N.'s most violent to this point.

The strike would take place on Thursday. C.N. had devised a flawless operation in which not only would this target be destroyed , but if all went well, he would also gain intelligence on future , more lucrative targets.

Driving up to his next stop was always unpleasant for Jenkins. The new driver couldn't wait to build up some seniority in the company and get off of this "ghetto route" , as he called. The 'Vu was one place he sure wouldn't miss. Societie's lowest common denominator seemed to be always loitering near the place , offering for sale every vice known to man. Drug sales , pimps peddling crack whores who Jenkins couldn't imagine touching , basically a microcosm of all the ills of the Ghetto could be found within a 1 block radius of the place.

Pulling up today , Jenkins could see the usual collection of humanity hanging around the place. He needed to be sure to lock all his van doors and watch his back while loading the 3-4 boxes for the place on his hand cart. Sliding across the cab he reached over and locked the passengers side , while looking for anything out of the ordinary. "I oughta get combat pay for driving this damn route" , he said aloud to himself. Turning back towards his drivers door , he was stunned to find himself looking into the barrel of a pistol. He had left his window down , a huge mistake in this neighborhood. "Slide over and get in the passenger seat NOW!". The man immediately complied with the order. " Put your hands out and fold your fingers together , move funny and you die" , the next instructions commanded. Jenkins , terrified complied , while informing his attacker that there was no money on board but that "you can take anything you want man , just please dont kill me".

C.N. reached out with a large plastic slip tie and lashed the man's hand tight at the wrist. "Crawl in the back and get on the floor and you will live.". The man quickly complied. Climbing into the back himself , C.N. marveled at the organization of the cargo in the back. " Where is the stuff for the Vu?" Jenkins quickly described which boxes were destined for the place. C.N. reached one and began looking for the return address. He soon found it and carefully wrote it down in a code which he had created for any written information he needed for his crusade. "Dont move" , he ordered the man , and went back up front , getting in the drivers seat and began to drive away.

About 4 blocks away lay a residential street with multiple homes long since abandoned , and in varying states of decomposition. One house in particular , with a mostly burned out shell and a large brick porch , was the destination for this trip. Pulling up in front , C.N. moved back into the cargo area and used another zip tie to bound the man's bound arms to a rack in the van . He then duct tapped his mouth and told him to stay calm and he would live. Getting out via the front driver's door , C.N. went to the house and removed a few bricks near the side of the porch. Reaching under the porch , he withdrew what appeared to be a tackle box of the type used for fishing. Examining it , he saw no signs that it had been tampered with , an outcome he expected since the bricks he stacked to conceal it were just as he had left them. He quickly hurried back to the truck.

Pulling back in front of the 'Vu , C.N. , now wearing Jenkins company hat and vest , got out and began loading the hand cart with boxes , one of which contained the silicon sealed tackle box. Approaching the 'Vu , he wondered if the device he constructed would work. He was soon to find out.

 

[emiliozapata]

Chapter 21

Sunday morning services following the announcement were , to put it mildly , a zoo. Duncan drove into the church parking lot early that morning to a scene straight off of a CNN breaking news story it seemed. Cameras and reporters were everywhere. "If only they were this anxious to hear what I had to say before" , he said to himself. He saw a few people he recognized being interviewed. One was a man who , along with his family , had been long time mebers of the congregation , up until the day after the press conference. This man in particular had called Duncan almost immediately afterwards , resigned his membership to the church and began telling Duncan he was a "tool of the devil" , "hater of America" , and all sort of other slanders. The man had been holding court with the assembled reporters ever since , obviously enjoying his moment in the spotlight.

Duncan , having barred the reporters from the actual church grounds , found solace in the quietude of the sanctuary. Assembled in the pews , Duncan looked out upon a sparse group of parishioners. Most of his regulars had left , excepting the few he knew to share his sympathies , and today his congregation had it's fair share of newcomers. Obvious to Duncan was the fact that most of those "new" congregants were Feds of one sort or another , attending for the sole purpose of gathering intel.

Commited to his decision , Duncan gave them what they came to hear. He spoke of the rights of people , wherever they lived , to be free of oppression and tyranny , free from the fear that they would be victimized by a system which allowed criminals to go relatively unpunished for their crimes. He exclaimed boldly that these rights are given to each soul by their very creator , God himself , and that equal with these rights , came the responsibility of righteous men to uphold and enforce them. He declared that his ministry would no longer stand idly by , giving tacit support and nurture to a government that had long since abandoned any precepts of caring about it's citizens God given right to be free to pursue happiness and liberty. A government bent on depriving the values that Christians and God fearing people had fought many wars to ensure for their future generations. On and on he went.

Duncan preached his finest sermon that morning , inspired by a sense of freedom he realized as he let out in poetic verse the frustrations and emotions which he had so long repressed. This morning he had let it all out , and indeed , though the message was harsh and stark , many were moved , not the least of which was a man , an agent , named Yellinek.

 

[ejagno]

Excellant story. Keep them chapters coming. Thank you!

 

[emiliozapata]

Chapter 22

Upon putting the finishing touches on the device , C.N. knew he had created a masterpiece. Now , would it work as designed? That was the big question , and he knew he wouldn't have to wait long to find out.

The idea behind the device was brainstormed over the course of weeks , and designed on a trial and error basis. C.N. bought each piece at a different hardware store , always with cash, and always in small , hardware stores in areas not otherwise frequented by himself. Disguises during these trips were very discrete but effective and he never removed his leather "work" gloves while he shopped. Confident that no individual piece could be traced back to him as the purchaser , he set about building what he came to call "Victim's Revenge".

The first component of Victim's Revenge , and the most crucial , was the core. The core consisted of a pipe bomb utilizing a PVC sleeve filled with pelleted black powder cylinders. Anytime black powder was used as a propellent , C.N. had learned off of the internet , it was safest to case it in PVC and glue the caps on , thus avoiding any friction. The top cap had a small hole drilled in it , into which was epoxied a model rocket igniter , resting in a light base of loose powder at the top of the pellets. Attached to the igniter was the speaker wires from a cheap FRS radio which was part of a pair C.N. had found at a yard sale. They had the privacy channels which allowed for less chance of accidental activation by someone else using any FRS radios in the area , once the device was employed.

Wrapped around this core was asbestos tape. It's function would be to arrest spark and flame escaping from the initial blast. It was tightly wrapped to a depth of about 1/2 inch and then the tape wrapped core with igniter was slid into a metal pipe casing which had been scored with triangular designs along it's axis. These were designed to rupture outward , tearing gaping holes into the 4 bottles hose clamped around it.

The 4 bottles consisted of 2 each of oxygen and MAP gas , obtained from kits you could by for light brazing and torch work. The bottles were about the size of the standard propane bottles used for soldering or powering the portable gas grills that so many campers were now using. Once these pressurized containers were ripped open by the outer casing , the gases would rapidly disperse into the surrounding air. Attached to the outside of these gas bottles , was another small PVC bomb , but this one was filled with match heads as the explosive , and it was taped to a can of starter fluid. A small length of cannon fuse from a firework was affixed , with another model rocket igniter attached to it , and then wired into the power source attached to the core.

Assuming the design worked , the initial core explosion would rip open the gas bottles , resulting in a massive cloud of highly flammable gases , at which time , split seconds later the incendiary device would detonate , igniting the gaseous cloud , resulting in a giant , destructive fire ball,,,,,,,,, C.N. had created a home built Fuel - Air Explosive.