POLAR VORTEX: SS: FOURTEEN

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An armed column of terrorist vehicles crosses the frozen St, Lawrence River into Canada under cover of the massive whiteout named Polar Vortex Thor.
The column is spotted by a few who recruit others in an attempt to stop the terrorists from their mission.

Submitted: January 25, 2017

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Submitted: January 25, 2017

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POLAR VORTEX

A Short Story in Chapters

Nicholas Cochran

Chapter Fourteen

 

Andy and Wade plowed their machines through the frosted resistance of the blizzard.

Finlay and Danny were using their cell phones to calm parents as well as to call the three snowmobiles speeding toward Carman Road to the Iroquois Dam and Locks Complex.

Paul and Adele reported that they were within minutes of Carman Road. Danny called his dad, who confirmed Paul and Adele’s estimate.

Danny immediately disconnected and called Billy Brimsek.

“Billy; Danny. How close are you to meeting up on Carmen Road?”
 

“Jeez, Danny, this bloody storm seems to be getting worse; or maybe it’s worse on the highway for some reason. Anyway, we’re almost there; couple of minutes or so, I guess. What are you guys doing?”

“We’re just about at the town limits. I think we just passed the White House Inn. Man, it’s just like a huge snow drift. Only the top of the roof is showing. We’ll be in downtown in a . .” 

The connection vanished.

All calls from the Brookvale Police Station as well as all calls—whether cell or land line—cut out.

Andy and Wade were maneuvering their machines along Royal Way—Highway 2. Before they traveled more than a few blocks into town, the blizzard glowed with an eerie yellowish color. They immediately recognized this effect from their time on Water Street six hours before. 

Wade was in the lead. He abruptly turned his machine to the left and headed for the wide driveway in front of Judge Lawson’s house. Andy followed.

As soon as both vehicles parked behind the stand of beeches separating the Lawson house from that of Chip Meadows’ family, they shut off their lights.

All the young men instinctively ducked behind the closest tree where they watched as the gargantuan golden glow slowly moved nearer to them along Royal Way. Then the immense glittering shadow reduced to three banks of high-powered lights sitting atop another M 113 APC.

As happened earlier that day on Water Street, men totally clad in white, carrying automatic weapons and Cree flashlights walked beside the APC.  

The young men hit the fluffy deck where they once more flattened themselves into the seemingly bottomless layers of snow. A second APC shimmered past the young men’s position. There was no third APC in this column.

The young men mounted their snowmobiles to chase after the APCs. Although this column was shorter, they definitely presented the definite threat of another twenty-two terrorists, including the walking look-outs.

All four young men knew they were disobeying Judge Lawson’s order to some extent or in some fashion. Nevertheless, all four knew that they were dutybound to follow these latest frightening vehicles that carried reinforcements for the terrorists approaching the Iroquois Dam.

Danny took the chance of the short column somehow cutting into the G 9 intercom system, whispering, “I think these guys must be going to meet up with the others, don’t you?”

Sure thing, “whispered Wade, closely followed by Finlay, who remarked, “I bet they’re the guys who were cutting the wires and taking down cell towers all around here . . . along the route so the other terrorists could do their dirty work.” The other boys agreed.

Andy’s machine flew along at top speed, greatly assisted by the polar winds of Thor. 

Wade drafted Andy’s vehicle, maintaining the same speed. “What the hell, guys,” exclaimed Andy, “where the hell did they go?”

Wade’s eyes, locked on Andy’s taillights, gathered nothing but the swirling whiteness.

Danny jabbed Andy, “I think they must be going to the river. We should see their tracks any second.”

The four riders passed the town limits. 

“They may have gunned those things once they got past houses and stuff,” suggested Finlay. 

“But,” interjected Wade, “those APCs are no match for our machines.”

“Well, “Andy hesitated, “they certainly took the walking guys on board because they’re out of town; and who knows, maybe those things are souped-up, likeHarold’s Nytro 1.”

The other three boys were silent.

“There,” pointed Danny, “there, Andy; tread marks; they are going to the river.”

“Why are they doing that?’ asked Wade, “they’re nowhere near Iroquois.”

With great strength as well as great concentration to keep the snowmobile from flipping, Andy turned off Highway 2 to follow the impressions of the APC treads.

Wade barely missed hitting Andy’s turning vehicle. However, with good luck and some fine driving, Wade fishtailed in behind Andy’s machine to continue the pursuit of their quarry.

As soon as the center of gravity of both machines returned to manageable,Finlay spoke. “They’re kind of like a rearguard action maybe; to cover the retreat of the other column after they’ve laid their charges and are heading for home.”

“Could be, “mused Andy,” in fact, they may be going to secure the best route back across the river. And, you know, it’s really important, I think, for them to have a real quick exit plan because once those things blow, I don’t care where they are, all security guys and the military will be searching for them. So, I see them as providing a corridor along the fastest way to the states.”

Wade took a deep breath as he struggled to keep his machine steady while it sped along the bumpy snow-covered fields toward the St. Lawrence, “I think they may be going to sneak up on the Judge and our other guys.”

“Jeez, Wade,” questioned a concerned Danny, “how would they know that Dad and Paul and the others are there at all?”

Silence ensued while the four wrestled their creative genes, struggling  to find an answer for Danny’s fear.

Finlay started, “Maybe those bastards have been listening in to us somehow. I can’t think how; but maybe they picked up some odd noise from our machines.

"Christ, all that really cool new listening equipment could pick up any odd pattern on an oscilloscope or something like that. Bugger. Maybe they’ve been watching all the time. . and . . .”

Wade broke in, “We need to call Judge Lawson and Paul; and warn them that this second group looks like they’re going to come up and surprise them from the back. But how can we do that?  Our cells are dead again.?”

While Andy listened to the boys, he thought of a way to contact the Judge and his platoon that just might work.  

*  *  *

There was a short round of handshakes and hugs, peppered with words of thanks, encouragement, and false bravado. 

Judge Lawson introduced Bobbyand Billy all around, while all of the Judge’s corps praised the courage of the Brimsek duo.

They stood alone in the deep snow covering the junction of Carman Road and Iroquois Street on Iroquois Island.

Adele produced a second bottle of rum that she passed around twice before plans were discussed.

“First, Bobby—and Billy,” began Judge Lawson, “how did you spot these guys; I mean, how were you able to see them through all the snow and the whiteout?”

“They kept most of their lights on, Your Honor,” said Billy, “we could see just the faintest light and we got as close as we dared.”

His Uncle took up from there, “Yes; Billy’s right. We also figured how to get around behind the APCs where their lights do them no good. I really don’t think they expected anyone to be farting around on the huge frozen river near nighttime.”

Bobby took the offer of another slug of rum. “Billy and I left our machine and snuck around behind them to see how close we could get to them with no chance of them seeing us.

“We had to keep a sharp thought about where we parked our machine, but, anyway, we ended up getting within ten yards of the back of one of them. We didn’t risk anything closer. They all had Cree flashlights but they were using them to direct the placing of the explosives. Still, we wanted to be careful.”

Billy added, “That really helped us find the explosives—and the cell phones at the Moses Dam. We had to kind of memorize where they were until Uncle Bobby told me they were placing the charges at precise intervals. Well, then we both did a rough estimate as we each walked opposite ways along the front of the dam once the bad guys took off for the Long Sault.”

Judge Lawson’s unit was speechless. The bravery of the two men enlarged with the detailed telling of their actions.

Adele, “You really are just so amazing, you two really are. But how did you manage to get around them at the Long Sault?”

“Yes, guys,” nodded Harold with great respect, “that must have been a bit tricky as well.”

“It was,” confessed Bobby, “I can’t really say for sure but I got the weirdest feeling that they knew that someone was on to them; like they had received some sort of message and they were particularly looking out at the Long Sault.”

Billy confirmed this. “Yeah, Uncle Bobby’s sure right on that too. The guys in white were always turning around, and flashing their Crees; like they expected to be caught any minute. It creeped me out. I got scared. But we had improved our stalking technique so they never saw us—I’m positive of that, but I still got the feeling that they were being tipped off.”

Thor’s howls carried Billy’s remaining remarks up into the white tornado.

“Any idea or clue—any giveaway, Bobby, about their exit plan?” asked Bill.

“Not really, Bill. They came from the American side so they’ll have their getaway vehicles ready. But where? I didn’t get any sense of that. How about you Billy?”

Billy shrugged, “Don’t know. Nope.”

Adele edged closer to the circle of men. “I think we should jump the bastards once they draw away from the dam; even before they get to the locks or the channels.”

Harold was skeptical, “Oh, I don’t know Adele. We aren’t really ready for a firefight. We’re outmanned and outgunned. Surprise would be very effective but not if it only means a shootout.

“I think we need to trick them somehow.”

 

 End of Chapter Fourteen


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