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The big proble of live ordnance, thousands of tank rounds, hundreds of thousands of rounds of un ammunition, not to mention the issue of fuel Then they would need to refuel en route, whichat speed right down the interstates with no regard for traffic or road surfaces, and h flatbeds to truck the tanks to the scene—they could be in Vegas five hours after they set out But even with top-priority, all-hands-on-deck measures it would be ten hours before they could start Ten hours to prepare, five hours to drive, and it was now after three a in the city at sunset the next day
And then?
His orders went no further than, “Engage eneade in the middle of an Aas was experiencing an eency, but the solution to civil unrest was not supposed to be tanks, for God’s sake These were not Special Forces; they weren’t even infantry, though they would have some foot soldiers with them These soldiers were not trained for civil unrest One modern ABCT could have taken on and defeated the entire Ger And he’d been assured he would have support froht they could acco to contemplate
He considered taking personal co had career suicide written all over it Congressional investigations, maybe even a court-martial He had two experienced colonels he could task with the job, the OPFOR co unit
’s colonel, Frank “Frankenstein” Poole The nicknah forehead, and from junior officers hispered that he was a monster if you pissed him off
Fullalove summoned Poole, who arrived in crisp uniforht with excitement
“Poole, I’ade You will take coas to deal with thethe situation”
Poole was a gung-ho, hard-charging officer, but he wasn’t crazy, so he said, “General, I assume there will be written orders?”
Fullalove nodded, already i coht now But Frank, you’re going to have a lot of autonomy on this We don’t exactly have battle plans for this sort of thing You’ll develop rules of engageet new info”
“Understood, sir”
Frankenstein Poole received his written orders—vague and clearly rushed—and practically levitated down the steps to his waiting staff car He’d served fifteen years and had yet to fire a shot in anger Noas to ride into Vegas like George freaking Patton, with every ca
“Hell, yeah,” he said, and laughed
The Las Vegas Metropolitan Police Department had 2,600 sworn police officers The casinos hiredlevels of professionalism All wore uniforms
The first police officer to die at the hands of Dillon’s slave army was officer Carla Sanchez, exhausted from the already bloody day She and her partner had pulled into a 7-Eleven to get coffee when a half dozen civilians charged theround before she could draw her weapon Her partner fired off a full clip of 9- er
Officer Sanchez’s last conscious thought was that it was strange, very, very strange, to die froed wo