Moosehill Militia (Book 1): INFECTED (11 page)

Tour guides took charge of the children and the eighteen men from the six SUV’s stood at the entrance of the museum in dress clothes with dark windbreakers and dark glasses. The quintessential G man look. Mike could spot the telltale bulge under the jackets concealing their guns.

Mike walked up to the group and asked. “Can I help you gentlemen? I’m Mike Mohan the owner of this museum and airport.” He mentioned while holding out his hand to the closest agent to shake. The agent having no option without looking small shook his hand.

“Mr. Mohan, I’m Agent Dick Milton from the FBI, these are my associates from the Bureau and these gentlemen are from the ATF Alcohol Tobacco and firearms, agency led by ATF Agent Sam Donaldson and the men in uniform are State Police of course.” Agent Milton stated.

Mike and Mac who walked up during this exchange acknowledged the introductions.

“This is one of my managers Mark McDermott or Mac for short.” Mike introduced Mac.

“The question is why you are here at all? I forget to pay my taxes or something.” Mike joked.

No one laughed. “Actually Mr. Mohan we’re here to conduct an investigation into some allegations, strictly voluntary at this point of course.”

“Of course.” Mike replied.

“These allegations concern violations of state and Federal firearm laws.” Agent Milton said.

“Mr. Milton, do you have access to my military records?” Mike asked.

“No of course not. Why is there something on there I should know about?” He cracked his first smile, with an attitude.

Mike stood there staring at these men without any emotion showing.

“No of course not, if you did you wouldn’t be here with me now. And if I told you, I’d have to kill you.” He said that with a straight face without blinking. While this conversation was going on several more men employed by Mike walked over and were standing around. Mike was making the Federal law enforcement men uncomfortable. He eased up on them a little. “Of course I’ll cooperative with anything you want. I was just helping do some maintenance on some Huey’s would you like to check them out?”

The ATF and FBI men nodded enthusiastically. “This way please, he gave a running commentary as they walked toward the hanger across the Tarmac of the runway. “You came in on the Runway side of the property. We have around four hundred acres here with a perimeter of four miles or so. That large hanger type building over there where the kids are going in is the military museum. We can stop over there after if you wish, The hanger were approaching is the Huey’s being used for demonstrations, rides and eventually flight lessons after they’ve mastered the easier smaller trainers I purchased. As he was talking the group of men along with Mac and a few of Mike’s own men, loyal to him followed along. All were licensed and carrying concealed.

“Gentlemen the UH-1N Twin Huey,” The four aircraft each took up a quarter of the hanger and several mechanics had hatches open and were working on routine maintenance. They were all painted in Marine Green like they just came off the flight line of a Marine MEU.

“Very impressive Mr. Mohan, are those M60 on the gun mount?” Agent Milton asked.

“Yes they are. You’ll find the firing pins have been removed and I, as well as others here at the museum such as retired Master Sergeant Sean Thornton over there have full automatic gun licenses and dealer’s license. In fact I insist that every employee have at least a license to carry, and like I said several at least have a gun dealer’s license and collector’s license. All these weapons have been licensed to myself and the museum. Sean Thornton has been hired as the Curator. Ah, here we go gentlemen stand back here come the kid’s favorite part.”

Mike pointed out the M113A2 coming around the corner of the Museum with an adult and child sitting in the Command cupola and another adult with a child in the gunners positing holding onto the handles of the M60 mounted there. The armored vehicle came and passed them heading toward airport road.

“Where they going Mr. Mohan?” Milton asked.

“We have a course through the woods we take the visitors on a ride. Of course everyone signs a waver in case of injury. Last thing we need is a lawsuit against us. So ride at your own risk. We haven’t had any injuries other than a bruise or two from bumping around inside a little.” He told the agents with a smile.

“Why did you acquire the other aircraft, C-130 and the Blackhawk and Chinooks never mined C-123 or the C-145. It looks like your own little air force here.” Milton commented.

“Yes, I can see that. As you mentioned the classification you’ll notice there all cargo planes, I’ve started a small Cargo business specializing in air transport to small airports that the big boys won’t go to or can’t cause of the size of the runway. All the planes you mentioned have short takeoff and landing ability's.”

“I see, so you could say land in a jungle airstrip in South America and fly under the radar back into the United States landing at any old little runway.” Milton said.

Mike laughed at his stupid comment. “Look around Mr. Milton. Do I look like a need to make a few million from drug running? Don’t you do your homework, or know anything about the targets of your investigations. I’m disappointed in you as a federal agent. I’m an entrepreneur, from this location we run a flight school, at reasonable prices, on the other side which you haven't been too yet we operate a solar and wind power farm generating electricity to power this facility and sell it back to the power company at around fifty grand a month. The planes we already talked about are now running a small airfreight business which is also in the black. I am the majority shareholder in a dozen other businesses. You come in here and try to intimidate me. I’ll be straight with you Mr. Milton, You probably at least know I’m an ex-Special Forces operator, I’ve killed more people up close and personnel then are standing around here right now. I pay the price for that kind of experience with nightmares sometimes. So you think you can come in and intimidate me for some purpose. You don’t send this many agents for a question and answer session. So tell me are you supposed to bring me in for questioning, but let me guess there’s too many witnesses around, right.” He looked around at the dozen and a half uncomfortable agents. Some of the State Police he knew, and they had grins on. Mike thought they're grinning because they already told Milton he’s making a mistake. Mike winked at one of the State Troopers he knew.

“I’ll tell you what Mr. Federal Agent. If one of your men can take me down here now. I’ll go with you quietly, if not, you leave and leave me alone for… at least a month, Deal?” Otherwise, well I outnumber you. Mike looked around meaningfully. About thirty of Mike’s employees we standing around with hard looks on their faces and two APC’s pulled up and were idling watching the proceedings also.

Milton looked uncomfortable, he probably never had an interview go so bad before. He had no choice now. “Bo.” He called out. “Agent Bo, front and center.’ An FBI agent came forward. Mike looked him over, he looked plenty tough enough. Mike had his fighting face on now and nothing was going to distract him. He just had to remember not to kill the man.

Bo came forward and took off his jacket and shoulder holster handing it to another agent. “Nothing personnel Mr. Mohan.” He said.

“Bo, it’s always personnel. You’ll find that out after killing a few people.” Mike moved forward in a bladed stance, he taken several styles of martial arts since he was ten years old throughout the years and the Seals training and experience gave him the killer instinct that most practitioners never acquire.

They came together and with such speed and skill that it was over in five seconds with Agent Bo laying on the ground moaning bent in a fetal position with his arm hanging loose. Mike was breathing heavy not from the exertion as much as from the stress and adrenalin rush of the situation.

He turned to Agent Milton. “One month Agent.” Mike said. “Oh if any of you agents need a job or someplace to be in a month you will be welcome here. That doesn't make sense now, but remember that in a month.”

Four of those agent would remember in a month, and Agent Bo would be one of them.

The two teams of agents left quietly without saying much more. Agent Milton looked annoyed. Mike told Bo his shoulder was dislocated and he would be fine in a few days after having it put back in. It was going to hurt.

Later Mac walking with Mike. “Was that the wisest course of action? Beating up on some knuckle dragger?” Mac asked.

“I was making a point to that smug agent Milton, I believe he’ll give us that month. We should know a week or two before that if he’s coming back or not. Let’s go get Mary and go watch the movie tonight in the Dome. There showing the original first Star Wars movie, Mary wants to see it. She never has.” he told Mac as they walked up airport road. They needed the exercise and weren’t taking a vehicle, Mike liked to walk it on nice days.

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Day -13

Dong Han walked past security at the front entrance to Quantum Pharmaceutical in upstate Ohio 7:15 a.m. Monday morning. Dong emigrated from South Korea twenty years ago and has worked here for ten of those. What nobody knew was that Dong was a sleeper agent sent to South Korea to attend school and infiltrate the military industrial complex of South Korea or United States. He contemplated every living relative will be killed by that maniac in the north if he didn't do this. It's been so long he thought they forgot about him. He enjoyed his life in the west and was sad this was the end for him.

Dong worked in quality control and had access to every part of the Lab. Today on his schedule for inspections was the cold storage facility where the next shipment was waiting before being shipped to all parts of the country and the world. Dong punched in his code and entered the large refrigerated room. Once inside he took random bottles of product and looked them over for any defects. After a minute or two he took three syringes from an inside pocket of his lab coat and randomly injected the solution provided to him at a dead drop into dozens of vaccine bottles destined for clinics and hospitals. Dong had four other rooms to visit where he would do the same. He had a methodical pattern of injecting vaccine that was destined for military facilities and clinics in inner cities. The Vaccine in this facility was due to be delivered in the next week to ten days. Dong visited all four walk in refrigerators and injected over a hundred bottles destined for different locations. Dong Han figured he wasn't the only one or method of distribution. He actually felt sorry for these people, he’s come to like the American culture and considered most Americans to be friendly and kind. He had little choice in the matter if he didn’t want his whole extended family to be murdered.

Across the country and world other sleeper agents, some willing, some blackmailed like Dong were planting the serum into vaccines, and aerosol containers in public spaces. The most common method was the flu vaccine in the Western Hemisphere.

CHAPTER SIX

The week of

Mac walked into the Leicester Police department, past the lobby and dispatch buzzed him in past the inner door. He walked down the hallway to the Chiefs office and knocked. Rory Scannell is the Chief of Leicester Police Department which consists of eighteen officers, ten marked cruiser, and four unmarked vehicles at this time. Mac, Jack Majors and Dave Maddox and of course Mike Mohan were officers until recently. Mike resigned right after winning the Lottery, and Jack and Dave resigned at six month intervals giving the Chief time to hire and train new officers. Mac retired six months after Mike resigned, he had the time so it only made sense.

“Good morning chief, thanks for seeing me.” Mac said as he entered Rory Scannell’s office. I’m going to get straight to the point. Have you been watching the news?” Mac asked.

“Yes I have Mac. I see that we’re probably going to get hit with some kind of solar flare, every few years someone talks about that. The Flu season is the worst in twenty years. What’s your point Mac?”

“My point is Chief that the Mohan Group predicts things are going to get a lot worse than the government is predicting. We think they’re downplaying this Solar Flare thing to keep everyone from panicking. So Mike and I are offering the Mohan Groups resources in the coming days to help Leicester and Spencer. The Group’s lands are in both towns and being neighborly we want to help if needed. I don’t think you realize how much we can help. Just keep us in mind when things go south.”

“Mac I know how much Mike and you have funneled resources to Leicester and Spencer and I really appreciate it and if the need is there, I will call on you.” I would appreciate any updated Intelligence you have, seeing you seem to know more than I do.”

Mac and Rory shook hand with Rory promising to visit Moosehill soon.

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Day -2

Carrier Strike Group USS George H.W. Bush CVN-77

The Carrier George Bush cruised in formation with the USS Philippine CG-58 a Ticonderoga class Cruiser, the USS Truxtun DD-103, USS Roosevelt DD-80 and the USS Arleigh Burke DD-51 all Arleigh Burke-class destroyer. The strike group cruised near the Mid Atlantic ridge, they’ve been out of port for about a week now and Commodore Aki Rin an American Japanese Officer was in command. Aki was no nonsense officer, she had to be as the first female commodore to lead a CSG, a Carrier Strike Group. She was ordered to Sea with her CSG a little over a week ago by COMLANTFLT, Commander in Chief, Atlantic Fleet.