The ride was long, but time seemed to pass quickly, especially with everyone caught up in Ben’s theories. He’d been giving them all a crash course in quantum mechanics, spinning out the idea that life might just be a simulation. By the time Salem’s outskirts came into view, everyone was debating their own role in this hypothetical digital world, each theory wilder than the last.
Luke, who was driving, noticed the roadblock up ahead first—flashing lights spilling onto the road as the line of waiting cars stretched back into the distance. He leaned back, his tone calm but alert. “Guys, heads up. Roadblock coming into the city.”
Pat’s eyes narrowed. “Pull over. We’ll need backup for this,” he said. “Get on the SatCom and call in the others. Looks like we’ll be fighting our way in.”
As they pulled off to the side, each member of the team readied their weapons, checking ammo and preparing for what was next. Pat looked over at Ben with a smirk. “You know, you could probably handle this solo from here,” he said with a grin, “but I’ve got a plan.”
A few hundred yards ahead, around a dozen National Guardsmen and another handful of troopers were blocking the road, stopping each car in turn. It was clear they’d gotten word of a militia group moving through, and the line of stopped cars only made their approach easier to spot. Within thirty minutes, the rest of their team arrived, and they laid out a quick plan. Luke would take point, walking up alone to make the initial contact, while Ben and Frankie—one of their best sharpshooters—would hang back about 800 meters, ready to climb onto the roof of the modified Tesla at Luke’s signal.
As they approached the blockade, Luke hopped out of the vehicle and moved forward, staying relaxed but attentive. Twenty members of their team silently fanned out into the nearby woods, ready to flank from the left as needed. When Luke was close enough, he raised his arms above his head, signaling Ben and Frankie to get into position.
Two guardsmen, both looking young and slightly nervous, approached Luke. He gave them an easy grin. “Hey there, fellas. Name’s Luke. How’s it going out here tonight?”
The younger guard gripped his rifle a bit tighter, eyes flickering over Luke’s casual stance. “Uh, you carrying any weapons?” he asked, trying to keep his voice steady.
Luke chuckled. “Oh, I’m so well-armed, I’d make you jealous. See, I’ve got two sharpshooters back there who could pick off a worm at a thousand meters without breaking a sweat. And in those trees, I’ve got six more folks just about as good.”
The young guardsman exchanged a nervous glance with his partner. Luke leaned in a bit closer, keeping his tone calm but serious. “We don’t want any trouble. But here’s the plan—if it comes down to it, we’ll arrest you both, take your weapons, and send you back home safe. That’s the best option you’ve got.”
He gave a slight nod, and instantly, two nearly silent shots cracked through the air. Both soldiers’ helmets popped right off, the force enough to unsteady them. One guard’s face went pale, and he looked down at himself, clearly mortified to realize he’d lost control in the tension. Luke raised an eyebrow, giving a half-smile. “See what I mean?” he said, his voice light but pointed. “Now, let’s walk back nice and easy. Go ahead and pop your clips out, clear the round from your rifles—now.”
The guardsmen, visibly shaken, did as Luke instructed, his commanding tone leaving little room for argument. “We’re all Americans here, folks,” he added as they walked. “Let’s keep it civil, so we can all get home to our women and families afterward.”
As they moved back toward the team, two more guardsmen approached, confusion in their eyes as they took in the scene—their fellow soldiers disarmed, one visibly rattled, and Luke still somehow calm and grinning.
As they walked back, Luke noticed the nervousness in the young guardsman who had wet his pants. Trying to ease the tension, he leaned in and muttered, just loud enough for him to hear, “Hey, kid, no one ever remembers their first big fight without a little… souvenir.” He winked, and the guardsman’s face flushed red, somewhere between embarrassment and a flicker of gratitude.
The second guardsman, still tightly gripping his rifle, glanced over at his comrade’s mishap, lips pressed tight as if he could barely hold back a laugh. Luke seized the moment, grinning as he whispered, “Bet you’ll have a story for the missus tonight, huh?” The guardsman gave a quick, reluctant nod, eyes darting nervously as they approached the other two soldiers.
When the two approaching guardsmen were close enough to see, Luke gave his trademark friendly wave, acting as if they were meeting for a family reunion. “Howdy, fellas,” he called out cheerfully, “you all look like you could use a break. Figured I’d bring these fine men back over for a little chat—just some friendly neighbors, here to catch up on the news.”
The tension was electric as the new guardsmen eyed Luke and his two “escorted” soldiers, their uncertainty flickering into view. They hesitated, one of them lowering his weapon slightly as he took in Luke’s relaxed stance, the empty clips of his two prisoners, and, of course, the unmistakable damp stain on the first soldier’s uniform.
“See? Nobody’s hurt. Nobody needs to be,” Luke said, voice calm and unthreatening, even as Ben and Frankie remained positioned up high, ready to intervene at a moment’s notice. “But, fair warning,” he added with a grin, “my buddies over there have a knack for precision.” He gave an exaggerated wink, and for the briefest moment, the guardsmen’s nerves seemed to waver, as if caught between duty and a desire to just walk away.
Luke raised his voice, letting it echo over the tense silence. “Alright, folks, listen up! I’ve got 30 trained men here, and at least 10 of them could shoot a bird out of the sky at a thousand meters without breaking a sweat. You can ask your two buddies over there why they’re missing their helmets.” He gestured to the two young guardsmen beside him, both looking sheepish and pale, still in shock from their recent brush with precision fire.
One of the soldiers, a stocky guy named Rodriguez, took a hesitant step forward. “Sergeant, these folks mean business. They just want to pass through without any trouble, but let’s be real—they could take us all out if it came to that. Are we really risking our necks for this governor?”
The question hung in the air like a challenge. Two of the cops shifted uneasily, each reaching instinctively for their pistols. Luke caught it immediately, holding up a hand with a confident grin. “Oh, need a little demonstration, huh? Alright then—don’t move a muscle.”
With a flick of his wrist, Luke signaled back, and two silenced shots cracked out from Ben and Frankie’s positions. The wide-brimmed hats on both cops’ heads flew off, tumbling to the ground like fallen leaves. The cops froze, eyes wide, and hands now nowhere near their weapons.
Luke lifted his hand, spinning it in a wide circle. At once, men emerged from the tree line, flanking the position, rifles raised and ready. Two cars up ahead emptied as more of his team stepped out, creating a show of force that made every guard and officer take a sharp, collective breath.
Luke called out, voice booming to make sure everyone heard. “We’re not here to spill blood. Not one drop. Don’t waste your lives for some Marxist governor. You all want to go home to your wives, your kids, and your lives. Or you can end up dead in the next fifteen seconds—it’s up to you.”
He let that sink in, his gaze sweeping across the stunned guardsmen and officers, locking eyes with each one in turn. “So here’s the deal,” he said, calm but unyielding. “Lower your weapons, walk to your vehicles, and we’ll let you go once we’re sure you’re unarmed. Deal?”
The officers exchanged looks, some swallowing hard. Finally, with a resigned sigh, the lead officer tossed his pistol to the ground. One by one, the others followed suit, laying down rifles, pistols, and gear until a small pile formed in the center of the road.
Luke nodded approvingly as he watched his men approach, weapons trained and alert, securing each guard and officer as they retreated to their vehicles. From the nearby cars, people started clapping—some even crying, relief and gratitude etched into their faces. They understood the magnitude of what had just happened.
Luke took it all in, surprised and a little amazed that it had worked without a single shot fired in anger. As the guardsmen and officers drove off, he felt a brief flicker of hope. But that hope quickly sobered. Would they get this lucky all the way to the governor’s mansion? He doubted it. They all knew this was just the beginning. The die had been cast, and there was no turning back now.
From the line of cars on the road, people began clapping and honking their horns in approval, the sound swelling like a wave. Pat, holding a large American flag, raised it high and waved it proudly, his voice ringing out to everyone within earshot.
“Now’s the time, folks! The fight for freedom is here. We will not let the governor start gun confiscation. We will not allow Biden, Harris, and the Deep State to steal this election. Are you with us?” His words echoed down the road, a challenge and a call to arms. “Then arm up if you haven’t already, and take no BS from anyone. Freedom is rising—America will be free again!”
Cheers and shouts filled the air as cars began moving forward, the crowd energized and ready. The militia members returned to their vehicles, taking the confiscated weapons with them. With newfound determination, they prepared to press on, united in purpose and ready for whatever lay ahead. They all knew they would not get this lucky again. They could hope though.
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Hey, Sgt. K here—also known as CK Sheldon. I’ve got one book published on Amazon as part of a trilogy, though only the first is currently available due to editing challenges. I’m working on bringing the other two books back, using ChatGPT to refine them, and I’ll likely add this new book there, too, if there’s interest. Since this isn’t about profit for me, you can always read it here on Whatfinger News for free, complete with the original links.
For anyone interested, my Amazon book is Allfather Saga. Fair warning: it’s a mix of science fiction, politics, and a bit of mature content. And yes, Trump makes an appearance in Book 3, though the story is set far into the future.
Untraceable phone – you need to see this Glenn Beck Vid with Erik Prince – See You Have a TRACKER in Your Pocket Sending Data to the Deep State – might be the MOST important vid you see this year – might save your life folks – your kids too – you’ll get it and the details will freak you out. It did me. … Sgt Pat
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