The beginning of the end
by Bradley A. Peraino
Prologue Lyn was jolted to her feet by the sound of a late night telephone. It rang several times before the caller hung up. She looked at the clock, her eyes trying hard to focus; it was late. She thought to herself, “Someone better be dead or…” The phone blared again, startling her back into reality. Quickly, she answered with a snotty, “Hello!” It was Adam. “Adam, why are you… no I didn’t see the news. What? That’s not funny! Do you know what time it is? Are you drunk?” Lyn hurried to the television to prove that Adam was pulling her chain. The room fell quiet. The only audible sound was Adam on the other end of the line, “Lyn, are you there?” “Adam, what do we do? What do I do?” Her hands were sweaty and she nearly dropped the phone. “Adam?” “Hold on, sweetheart.” There was a long pause. She could hear muffled sounds of yelling and gunfire in the background. “Lyn, go to the wine cellar and don’t move until I get there! I love you! I’ll be home soon.” The phone went dead. She stood there, motionless. Her mind was racing. She grabbed her cell phone and ran for the stairs. Across town, however, it was a much different scene. There were road blocks and gunfire. There was an occasional explosion filled with eye watering fog. There were bodies everywhere! “Sgt. Price!”… “Sgt. Price!”… “Adam!” “What?” Adam yelled. “I just got a report from 1-505th.” The 1-505th is a Parachute Infantry unit in the 82nd Airborne Division, stationed out of Ft. Bragg, NC. “What’s their situation?” “Not good, they’ve been overrun and the rioters are headed this way. Their casualties are almost 100%.” Adam wasn’t sure of what to do next. He never thought the words “foreign or domestic” would ever actually be “domestic”. The thought of killing his fellow citizens sickened him. Though, those people had gone mad and there were still innocent civilians to protect. “God, help us!” “Okay, bring me the radio.” He hadn’t been so nervous to say two little words since his wedding day. “Broken Arrow!” “Broken Arrow, Sgt.?” “Yeah, basically it’s the code word for all Hell is breaking loose.” In all actuality, it’s the term used by the military when the situation requires an all service response. “I say again, Broken Arrow!” There was no response… Click here to read or post comments.
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