Everyone having sex is at least 18. This is fiction, I made it all up. Warning: this is a self-edited story. I do use Grammarly to help reduce my ability to murder the English language. Special thanks to goducks1 for his help.
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Chapter 28 - Ron plays with his toys
We get home and a man is standing at the door waiting for us. His only words are, "We have a situation." Ron grabs Beth's and my hands and tells the man, "Gather the house staff other than security and have them meet me in the security room. We follow a very grim looking Ron to the unfinished house expansion.
I guess that isn't entirely true. To me, it looked unfinished, but the security section, home gym, and the bunker all appear to be complete. The rest is nearing completion, Ron made this a priority. I am glad he did.
Once in the room, Ron goes away and receives a brief rundown. He waits until everyone is present before he starts.
When he spoke, there is absolute silence, "I will explain everything in a second." He looks at a security guy and says, "Wake up second shift and send papa bear an email with the subject of Ghost Warrior and family say hello, priority 1. Is everyone wearing their jackets?" The man answers "Yes".
Ron said "Good. For the last three weeks, this house has been under surveillance. It's not against the law. Since I left, they have been bolder and getting close to the house and testing our defenses. In the last ten minutes, they seem to be rallying a large group of people. Again, nothing illegal, this is a free country. People can gather in nearby buildings. We estimate roughly fifty attackers. We called 911 and the swat team will take up a defensive position. We don't want the bad guys bringing in heavy vehicles or leaving."
He continues confidently, "To be honest, SWAT isn't as good or as well trained, I am keeping them out of the way, so they don't get hurt. They are a fine group that works their butts off, this is no offense to them. It's just that the people working here are some of the best in the world. I hand-picked each one for their specific skills. There will be blood spilled soon and death is in the air. They look like people I fought against in Iraq. We highly suspect they are terrorists. Funny thing about America, we let everyone into our country.
"If you saw one of these men by themselves, most of us would think nothing of it. However, we watch the area and notice unusual activity and large numbers of people carrying unusually shaped boxes. We have spotted AK-47's the standard weapon of choice by many terrorists. Unfortunately, lots of law-abiding Americans also own AK-47's so we can't strike first, or we would be murderers. My friends and I killed a great many of their people and I guess they want revenge."
He tries to sound very positive and upbeat, "You will all be moved to the bunker where you will be safe. There is plenty of space, plenty of food, cards, board games, and darts. This might take a while, depends on how smart they are. I know the result now so try not to worry too much. You will lock the door and not unlock it regardless of what or who you hear. Wilson, you were in the military, remember your Morse code?"
Wilson replies, "Sure do."
Ron continues, "Good, when you hear [I love my girls], it's time to come out. There are plenty of weapons and ammo in there, but the Calvary is on the way, this won't take long. You will hear shooting, that's the bad guys. You may hear RPG's that will rattle a bit but that will just make us mad. Any questions?"
I selfishly ask, "Can you stay here with us?"
Yes, I am crying again, and I can see that it is breaking his heart.
He tried really hard to sound strong, "I have to be there with the guys, it's what I do. I can't sit in here and hide knowing that I could have saved someone. Everyone, call your parents on the landlines, tell then you are safe and then watch the TV's, I am sure we will make the news. It will easily be the best safe view."
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Ron here again.
We are completely ready for them. They didn't seem well organized and had no clear leader. He would have died within a second of the first shot anyways. We had run some of the faces through security services we use. Many are suspected terrorists, but they never had enough proof for arrest. They are about three blocks away in an abandoned office building.
They wait for the dark of night. I suspect they want to sneak up on us. We have night vision equipment but there are enough nearby lights and moonlight that it's unnecessary. They leave their building as a group and stop traffic due to their open weapons. They use ladders to climb over some high fences. To their credit, they stay together as a group.
I think of the Star Trek movie with Genghis Khan. He was smart but unwise in futuristic fighting, he thought two dimensionally. That gave my men up in the trees (the third dimension, up off the ground), an advantage. They literally walk under many of my men. Then my men scale down the trees and are now behind the "suspected" terrorists.
The bad guys are slow and quiet. They pass through bushes and back yards, careful not to break anything because that would make noise. I admire their guts. Against most houses in America, this would have been a slaughtering of innocent people. Little do they know, they picked the wrong house to screw with.
Security has had plenty of time to get the neighbors to safety, that was a big relief to me. I can't have paying customers getting killed.
They are about fifty yards from our house when they came in guns firing while walking in a nice straight line. There was a bunch of them and their AK-47's are noisy. I have no idea what they were shooting at, but they made a lot of noise and ruined the side of my house. I hated the color anyways. They break up into groups to try and control key points around the property. Snipers take out about a third of their force. Silent shots of death coordinated at entire groups. Some die by the men from the trees or laying on the ground. Bad guy walks past, good guy pounce, bad guys die, good guys looks for more targets. I have the overview on a large monitor with infrared viewers. I can see everyone. I redirected a team for safety. Our counter-attack and snipers solve that issue. In total, 62 dead and no wounded. Of my guys, the worse we came up with was three guys with hurt feeling because they never fired a shot. When we get the "all clear" I tell security to go back to normal, leave the house staff inside for now and I will go address the media and police.
I pull out the Police Chief's card and call his personal cell phone and ask, "You busy?"
He replies, "No, just holding the perimeter."
I ask him, "You mind sending your guys in and storm the house. I need you to save me?"
He chuckles, "What am I saving you from?"
I laugh, "The media." He laughs too.
I request, "Don't shoot up my place, I live here you know."
He says, "Fine, I will come save your ass."
The news shows a large contingent of police rush the area, cover exits, stand on guard, and save the house residents. Then I am walking out the front door with the Police Chief.
All the reporters run up to us, "Can we get a statement?"
I look at them with utter disbelief on my face, almost shocked, "Statement about what?"
The reporters yell over each other, "The terrorists and the military had a gunfight in your house. We saw two seal teams climb your house walls and disappear right after the shooting started."
Ron laughs, "Oh that? As you can see we have a large house. The family is growing, and we are going to remodel. My buddy asked if they could use it for a live fire test scenario where they take on a large force of brutal terrorists. He knew we were going to gut the place so why not. The seal team was in the area, so they asked to play as well.
