The Battle for Houston...The Aftermath
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Authors: T. I. Wade
Tags: #war fiction, #Invasion USA, #action-adventure series, #Espionage, #Thriller, #China attacks
THE BATTLE FOR HOUSTON … THE AFTERMATH
By
T. I. Wade
INVASION USA I-IV.
Copyright © 2012 by T I Wade
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Published in the United States of America
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Wade, T I. INVASION USA IV / T I Wade—1st ed.
eNovel FIRST EDITION – July 2012
Editor – Sherry Emanuel, Raleigh, North Carolina
Final Editor – Brad Theado, Stuarts Draft, Virginia
Cover design by Jack Hillman, Hillman Design Group, Sedona, AZ
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This Book IV of INVASION USA is dedicated to the U.S. Navy Seals. I would also like to recognize the men and women of the United States Air Force, as well as every person who has served in the Armed Forces of The United States of America.
Thank you for all you do/have done to keep this country safe, and we know many out of you out there will never be recognized for your brave acts.
We can’t imagine what you go through, but we think about you!
So don’t think you are an unknown!
I hope my writing and the depiction of a group of fictional military men rises to the high standards the U.S. military sets for themselves.
T I Wade.
July, 2012.
This novel is only a story—a story of fiction that could or will come true sometime in the future. The people in this story are all fictitious, but since the story takes place in our present day, some of the people mentioned could be real people. No names have been given to these people and there were no thoughts to treat these people as good or bad people. Rather, I have attempted to capture people who are living at the time the story is written. Are you ready to survive a life-changing moment that could turn your life upside-down sometime in the near future?
Read on and find out!
If your survival knife isn’t honed as sharp as a razorblade yet, then purchase a shotgun or six and a ton of ammo.
I suppose you are right! Never take a knife to a gunfight.
I hope you enjoy the fourth part of this long saga.
Chapter 1
San Antonio invaded
While General Patterson was fighting his war on the other side of the world, the local war was about to heat up.
Manuel Calderón allowed his men to rest on May 4th and told everybody they would cross into the United States the next day. May 5th Cinco de Mayo was a good day to attack America. He got his two brothers, Alberto and Pedro, together and invited the leader of the new Cartels to the meeting with the five other family commanders from Venezuela and Brazil. With the combined forces of their first American-Latino family they had 150,000 men all together. The Sanchez family of 30,000 waited just south of Laredo in a community called Rio Brava; here they had found a nearly deserted housing community, murdered the dozen-odd people they found there and moved in to wait for their friends coming from the south.
* * *
The Navistar-P satellite was not picking up these congregations of people massing on both sides of the border. If it had remained over the central U.S., where Carlos left it, the technicians would have seen slightly darker moving shapes of masses of men slowly joining together like mercury. The satellite could have shown a group of 20,000 men in one place, and 100,000 would have blatantly stood out.
Unfortunately, the technicians manning the satellite feed were watching the Chinese coast, Hawaii, and to within 500 miles of the Californian coast. Their viewing range was a great distance from Texas.
Carlos would be told the bad news in a couple of days when he would then give the technicians orders to change the satellite’s orbit back to its original position. It would take Carlos and his technicians at least two weeks to get the pictures back over the Texas area and currently he, was just leaving the satellite’s viewing field; he was 700 miles away from Elmendorf in Alaska—the U.S. coast—in the AC-130 Gunship
Pave Pronto
.
* * *
Manuel Calderón slowly and carefully entered the Unites States of America on May 5th, his personal army of 2,500 loyal men with him. He entered five miles south of Laredo and about a mile south of Rio Brava.
The Sanchez family had been waiting for him for a week and they had sourced dozens of small boats from the area around Rio Brava to help ferry the men over the Rio Grande. Here the river wasn’t very wide and there was a large island in the middle; this meant that it was a hundred yards or so from each side of the island to dry land, and an easy task to transport Manuel Calderón’s rested men and their equipment with no one getting wet.
The whole secret operation took no more than twelve hours of darkness to get the 2,500 men across. On the Texas side the Sanchez family provided several old trucks for their pre-planned trip into Laredo to take out the military guard at the only bridge over the Rio Grande in the area, and get the larger army in the U.S. Manuel had selected Laredo due to its being the only U.S. border city having smaller army bases and its location 180 miles south of the only real Air force Base, Laughlin Air Force Base, 5 miles east of Del Rio. Carlos Sanchez checked out the area days before the arrival.
An hour after Manuel had driven into the base, the border control post and area had been taken using pistols and silencers given to him by Carlos Sanchez. A platoon of thirty U.S. Army soldiers lay in their own pools of blood.
Two army radios were attacked first, their operators quickly dealt with, so that word couldn’t get out. Manuel was also handed a working satellite phone found on the lieutenant’s bloody tunic. He had never used one of these in his life, but knew that if he used it the people he was ambushing, and who he did not want to know he was there, would have a direct line to him. He crushed it with a rifle butt breaking it into small pieces, and then he urinated on it.
Carlos Sanchez showed him the several small military barracks in the town: a U.S. Army Reserve depot where another thirty men had been shot dead and the National Guard station by the international airport where the army platoon stationed there, had met the same fate. His orders were that no American soldiers would be left alive. Manuel didn’t want them to come back and haunt him.
Other than the soldiers, several unknown civilians were seen, mostly carrying guns and, without asking questions, they met the same fate. The city was now empty of people. Manuel suggested to Carlos Sanchez that the military had pulled the population back as a buffer zone in case of attack. Carlos Sanchez laughed at him and said, “What population?” Most of them were dead, shot by his men.
Sanchez also told Manuel that the army had come through here in large numbers a month earlier and had ordered any civilians to pack up and head north.
