Betrayal: Society Lost, Volume Two (19 page)

Chapter Thirty-One

As he sat high on the hill, feeling the breeze blow across his face as he looked his rifle over, he thought,
This old girl is starting to show some saddle wear. It’s time to clean her up a bit.

His thoughts interrupted by a distress-filled
baaa
, Jessie looked down the hill to see his sheep begin to scatter—all except for one. A lone mother ewe and her lambs were cornered by a pack of hungry wolves that circled them, slowly inching their way closer to her as her lambs cowered beneath her.

Immediately bringing his rifle to bear, Jessie placed the crosshairs of his scope on what he assumed to be the alpha-male, clicked off the safety, and...

“Jessie. Jessie, wake up,” Leina said as she shook his arm. “Peronne is up to something.”

Sitting up quickly, hitting his head on the empty bread storage shelf just above him, Jessie shouted, “Damn it! Ah, man,” as he rubbed his head. “What? What is it?”

“Peronne is up to something. It sounds like he’s taunting you over the radio. He keeps making sheep noises. It’s quite creepy.”

“He’s probably just trying to goad me into replying so he can DF our position,” Jessie said as he climbed down off the shelf and stretched.

“No, it’s more than that, I’m afraid. I heard what sounded like a little girl crying in the background.”

“Son-of-a-b—,” Jessie responded with defeat in his voice as he began to pace around the room anxiously.

“What do you want to do?” she asked.

“I want to kill him. I want to kill them all. The only problem is we have no advantage when we do things on his terms. Our victories have defied their numbers by hitting them when they don’t see it coming. If we walk into a scenario of their design, well, things would be different.”

“Have you ever wondered if we, and you in your travels before you met me, have had victories because what we’re doing is right?”

Sluffing off her comment, Jessie replied, “Being right doesn’t give you an advantage. You and I have both seen plenty examples where doing what is right just gets you and your loved ones killed. No, I don’t think God is intervening here. I believe he watched as humanity made our bed, now he’s letting us sleep in it for a while. I know he’s there, but I don’t feel as if he’s going to intervene. I’ve seen enough to know that’s the case, and like I said, so have you.”

“Being right might not get you anywhere, but being a pessimist doesn’t either,” she replied tersely.

“I’m not being a pessimist. I’m being a realist. Some people see their glass as half empty; others see their glass as half full. I see mine as being half-full of piss. And right now, Peronne is the one pissing in it. And that, I intend to stop.”

“What do you propose?”

“Well, they’ve suffered numerous losses over the past few days, that we know for a fact. We know their morale has to be at an all-time low. That’s our only advantage at this point. We have to continue to disrupt their freedom of movement and their perceived dominance of the battle space in order to undermine their only advantage, which is their unity of command.”

Pausing to search for his words, Jessie concluded, saying, “As much as I hate to say it, as much as I hate to even propose it, I think we need to split up and divide their attention across the town. If we give them only one target to hit, both of us being together, they’ll be able to focus and coordinate their strength accordingly. If we hit them from different places at different times, we will keep them reacting instead of advancing. As long as they are in a defensive mode, we may stumble across an opportunity to act. Without greater numbers, and without any real intelligence to go on, that’s our only option as I see it.”

“If you’re hesitant to propose it because you don’t think I can handle myself out there alone, you are sorely mistaken,” Leina said with a stern voice and a serious, almost offended expression.

With a chuckle, Jessie replied, “No. No, that’s not it at all. Trust me. I’m a little scared of you myself. I just think we make a good team. That, and as much as I’ve become used to being a lost soul in the world, it’s nice to have a little humanity around at times. But you’re right. We can both handle ourselves out there, so that’s the best thing we can do right now, I think.”

“It’s all we have,” she said as she gathered her things, placing a handful of ketchup packets into a bag. “I’m taking a few of your mini-MRE’s,” she said with a smile.

“Help yourself,” he replied. “You tell me where you plan on going, and I’ll work myself around the other way.”

“I was thinking I will head a few blocks south and circle around town to the west. I’ll find some havoc to wreak somewhere along the way to draw their attention. Once you see them reacting, you do the same on the northeast side of town. They won’t know which direction to focus on. If we’re lucky, at least one of us will survive this battle of attrition and make it to Peronne.”

With a smile, Jessie chuckled, earning him a look of disdain from Leina. “No. No, I’m not laughing at you,” he said with his hands up. “I’m laughing because you’re basically a much better-looking version of me.”

Returning the smile, she replied, “You’re not so bad to look at yourself. Except for that dirty old beard. It looks like something scraggly with the mange died on your face.”

“Oh, low blow. Well, you can’t exactly receive your Dollar Shave Club razor supply in the mail once a month these days, you know.”

“I was only messing with you,” she replied.

“Finally, a sense of humor,” Jessie said, warmly. “Now don’t go getting yourself killed. You’re starting to grow on me.”

“You do the same,” she replied as she slipped out the door with her rifle in hand and a small sling-style bag over her shoulder.

As he watched her slip off into the surrounding area, quickly disappearing behind a small storage shed, Jessie said aloud to himself, “Please don’t get yourself killed today.”

Chapter Thirty-Two

With his gear slung over his shoulder and his rifle in hand, Jessie left the relative safety of the Rodeo Grill and worked his way east down Sumner Avenue, doing his best to avoid being seen, before turning north to make his way around the city opposite of Leina’s intended route. Slipping through the alley between the old Dollar store and the movie theater, Jessie stealthily crossed Main Street and slipped off into the brush to follow the Fort Sumner Main Canal back around to the west. He hoped to arrive on the north edge of town at the center of the city’s geographic area before beginning his campaign of harassment and intimidation.

Pausing for a moment to sit and observe in a large stand of brush and weeds along the canal, Jessie began to sorely miss his AR-10 and its magnified optic. The Aimpoint CompM4 red dot optic on the rifle he had acquired from one of Peronne’s men was fine for close quarters battle where rapid sight acquisition was critical, but he greatly missed the enhanced reconnaissance his magnified rifle scope provided him.
One of those bastards probably has my rifle, now. Hell, I’ll probably get shot with it today. Whoever has it is far better off than I am with this puny little 5.56mm AR-15.

After half an hour of seemingly calm silence, Jessie worked his way further west, still following the cover provided by the brush and trees along the banks of the canal, until reaching what he felt was the geographic midpoint of town. Scanning the area to look for threats and opportunities, Jessie saw a funeral home that appeared to still be in operation.

“That figures,” he said to himself aloud. “Of all the businesses that closed, Lord knows a funeral home is probably still in high demand these days. Business will be booming after today if I can help it. The thing is, I hope I get to choose their customers for them.”

Remaining in place and observing for another half an hour, Jessie heard a faint radio transmission through the police radio he carried. Turning up the volume slightly, he heard Peronne’s voice saying:

Hey, Shepherd! We had a little lamb to slaughter, but we found something better. Something you might have an interest in. She’s a fine young thing. Dark hair, brown eyes, and curves that any man, including myself, just can’t look away from. If I’m not mistaken, she knows you, too.

As Jessie’s thoughts raced through his mind, he wondered,
Is it Leina or Angela? Hell, they could both fit that description.
Maintaining his radio discipline, fighting off the urge to respond to Peronne’s taunts, Jessie patiently waited for more information to be presented.

After a few moments, Peronne’s voice came over the radio once again, saying:

I’m disappointed in you, Shepherd. I thought Leina might have meant something to you, but I guess she’s not a member of your flock. Oh well, we will have fun with her while she lasts, which may not be long with what we have in mind. You just keep hiding out there like the coward you are while we have our fun.

Unsure if Peronne was trying to con him, Jessie held his silence, until hearing a struggle in the background, followed by Leina’s voice, screaming:

Kill these sons-of-b—! Kill them all. Send them all to hell to meet their friends! Don’t worry about me, I’ll...

As her pleas were silenced, Peronne’s voice came back over the radio, saying:

I have to admit. The fire in this one is quite the turn-on. You’d better hurry if you want whatever’s left.

Disregarding his own better judgment, no longer caring if he gave his own position away, Jessie held the radio up to his face, and with a clenched jaw, said:

If you harm her, I won’t just kill you, I’ll torture you. I’ll send you to hell screaming for mercy. I will do things that even an evil, sadistic son-of-a-b— like yourself could never imagine.

Keying up the microphone, Peronne replied in a flat, even voice:

Here’s the deal: we’re not going to negotiate. This is my offer, and you can take it or leave it. As a matter of fact, I kind of hope you turn me down so that I can have my fun with her, and then hunt you down and kill you. That’s a win-win. But because I’m a gentleman, I’ll let you have some say in the matter, if you choose to accept. I’ll trade you her, for you. Show yourself and turn yourself in to any of my officers, and I will let her go. You have my word on that.

In reply, Jessie pressed the push-to-talk button, and said:

“Bullsh—! Your word? How can anyone take you at your word? You’ve betrayed everyone around you every single day. You lie, you cheat, you steal from those who don’t have the strength to fight back. You’ve aligned yourself not with your fellow citizens, but with the cartels and organized crime figures that helped to topple what was once a great nation. Your word isn’t worth the spit that flies out of your fat, piggish mouth when you give it. I will gladly give myself to you in exchange for her freedom and safety, but you’ll do it on my terms. You’re not so powerful as you let on or you wouldn’t be trying to strike a deal to save your own a— right now, so you had better listen up, because I’m only going to say this once. I will show myself from a semi-secure location, but only after one, and only one, of your men escorts Leina safely outside of town. Once I show myself, your man will leave her with the vehicle and a full tank of gas, and he will begin to walk back to town while she drives away. She will not be followed. Once she is on her way, I will lay down my rifle, and I will walk to you of my own accord and surrender myself as a trade for her. You have my word, and my word is worth something.”

After a momentary pause, Peronne answered over the radio with a perturbed voice:

So be it! You’ve got one hour to get yourself to the east end of town for the trade. If you don’t show up exactly on time and make contact, I’ll kill her right there for the world to see. Do you understand me?

Keying the microphone once again, Jessie replied:

Southwest end of town. You be on Sumner Avenue short of the Pecos River. I had better not see any of your men, other than her escort, on the other side of the river. No negotiations. You’re not in charge here. It will be the southwest end of town. I’ll see you in four hours. Don’t double cross me, Peronne. You know I have the means to kill you. You know that, or you wouldn’t be open to negotiations. Now, don’t you dare say another word. Just shut your mouth and meet me at the west end of town in four hours. Leina better be unharmed, or there will be hell to pay.

As silence fell over the airwaves, Jessie begrudgingly began to work his way westerly along the bank of the canal. All he could think about was her safety, and how he knew the world would be a better place with someone like Leina in it, rather than himself. He could see something special in her, and he knew her usefulness to mankind had yet to be fulfilled. To him, it was a worthy trade to make, and if he was going to die, at least it would be with purpose.

Chapter Thirty-Three

As Peronne as his men gathered on the southwest end of Fort Sumner, just shy of the Pecos River like Jessie had instructed, Peronne nodded to the officer who had been assigned the task of escorting Leina out of town to bring her out of the running SUV. “I want him to be able to see her,” Peronne said. “I want to lure that bastard out here so that we can end this.”

Shouting at him in response, Leina screamed aloud, “The only thing that’s gonna come to an end is your reign of terror, you filthy son-of-a-b—!”

Raising his hand to strike her to silence her, the officer stopped short as Peronne shouted, “No! He’s probably watching. Maintain your bearing, at least for now.”

“Yes, Chief,” the man replied.

Looking at his watch, Peronne mumbled to the man beside him, “Why is this bastard making me wait all day?”

“He’s probably stalling like a coward,” the man replied.

“Are you stupid?” Peronne asked rhetorically. “Have you been blind to everything going on around you? That man is no coward. He’s a menace to our situation here, but he’s no coward.”

Simply nodding in agreement, the man went back to scanning the area with his binoculars in search of any sign of the man they knew only as the Shepherd.

As beads of sweat rolled down Peronne’s forehead under the sun as it had passed the high noon position and was now traveling toward the western horizon, Peronne began to become impatient and irritated. “Come on. Come on! Show yourself!” he shouted.

All of his men were starting to show signs of weariness and fatigue from the stress and events of the past several days. Peronne could feel his once iron grip of control beginning to loosen over his men. Peronne himself had bags under his eyes from the sleepless nights Jessie and Leina’s rampage had caused him.

As Peronne began to curse under his breath, the radio silence was broken as Jessie’s voice came over the radio at exactly four hours to the minute from when his demands were made.

Hand her the radio. I need to verify if you are holding up to your end of the deal. Just keep your mouth shut and give her a radio.

Nodding to the officer next to Leina, the man handed her his radio from his own duty belt, saying with a devious smile, “Your boyfriend wants to hear your voice. You must be good.”

One of the other officers present who had taken several shifts guarding her when she was drugged and unconscious spoke up and said, “Oh, she is. I can attest to that.”

Biting her tongue while attempting to hold her rage inside, Leina took the radio, and said, “Jessie?”

Yeah, it’s me. Are you okay?

“I’m fine, but you can’t do this. You can’t. You know what you have to do.”

“That’ll be enough of that!” Peronne shouted. “Just answer him that you are okay, and we are holding up our end of the bargain and nothing more, or we will kill you right here for him to see.”

Putting the radio back up to her mouth, she said, “They told me that one man would escort me out of town with a full tank of gas and that once you showed yourself to them, they would let me go.”

Is it full? The tank, that is?

“Yes, they showed me,” she answered.

Does it look like a trap for you, or do you think you’ll be able to be on your way?

“Everything looks like a trap these days and probably is. But there is gas in the car, that’s all I know for sure. Just don’t do it, please!”

Taking the radio from her, the officer nodded to Peronne as Peronne began to speak to Jessie “Okay, you talked to her. You verified that I’m holding up my end of the deal, now show yourself.”

Not until she is safely away from town, remember?

Waving them away, the officer put Leina in the driver’s seat of the vehicle while he held his pistol to her head, and said, “Okay, drive. Go straight down the road exactly one half mile on the odometer, and stop. When you do, put the vehicle in park, and wait.”

Complying with his demands, Leina placed the transmission of the Chevrolet Suburban SUV into gear and began driving. Crossing the river, she looked into the rearview mirror as the town of Fort Sumner and Peronne’s men got further and further away. She hadn’t been outside of the borders of town since she was first ambushed. Her emotions were bittersweet. She desperately wanted to press the accelerator to the floor and speed away, never looking back, but she also wanted to stand and fight with Jessie, even if it cost her own life.

“That’s far enough,” the officer in the vehicle said. Still holding the gun on her, he ordered, “Place the transmission in park and shut off the engine.”

Doing as he instructed, the officer then said, “Don’t try anything; we can still reach you from here. Understand?”

Replying with only a nod, Leina sat perfectly still in the vehicle while the man exited. He kept his pistol on her with his right hand while he held his radio in his left, awaiting Peronne’s further instruction.

Peronne picked up his radio, and said, “Okay, ‘Jessie,’ I believe she said it is. Show yourself and we’ll let her go. That’s the deal.”

After a brief moment of silence, one of Peronne’s men said, “There! There he is!” as he pointed to the north as Jessie appeared from behind an old, rusty, metal building. “He’s alone.”

Verifying what the man said with binoculars, Peronne said over the radio, “Drop your weapon.”

As they watched Jessie raise his radio to his mouth from a distance, they heard through their speakers:

Tell the officer with Leina to toss his gun onto the seat of the SUV and tell her to drive away. Then, and only then, I’ll drop my weapon.

With anger in his voice, Peronne keyed the mic and said, “I’m not going to disarm one of my men with you standing there armed, posing a threat.”

Do it. That’s the last thing I’m going to say,
Jessie said as he visibly tossed the radio to the side, out of his own reach, ending the conversation.

Shouting over the radio, Peronne said, “G— damn it! Give the b— your f— gun and start walking!”

Reluctantly doing as he was ordered, the man tossed his pistol onto the passenger seat of the vehicle, and before closing the door, he said, “We’ll see you soon, b—,” as he turned away from her and began walking back toward town.

Her heart conflicted, Leina looked over to the gun in the seat next to her, pressed the accelerator, and began to drive away as tears streamed down her face.

Knowing that Jessie no longer held his radio, Peronne screamed as loudly as he could with a voice full of rage and authority, “Now drop your f— gun!”

As he watched Leina drive away, a trail of dust following her onto Highway 60, Jessie tossed his AR15 to the side and began the long and dreaded walk toward Peronne and his men.

A devious smile grew over Peronne’s face as a man standing to his side asked, “Do you want the sharpshooter to take him, sir?”

“No!” Peronne insisted. “We’re going to have fun with this. Why end it too soon? Don’t worry, you’ll each get your turn.”

“Should I send the others to get the woman yet?” the man then asked.

“No, let him get a little closer. After they bring her back, we’ll let him watch for a while as you each take your turn with her.”

As Jessie neared Peronne’s position, his men began to form a circle around him, slowly and steadily closing in.

“So nice of you to join us on this lovely day. Now, put your hands on top of your head and drop to your knees,” Peronne demanded.

Doing as he was ordered, Jessie lowered himself to the ground, one knee at a time with a look of total defeat on his face.

With a satisfied smile on his face, Peronne nodded to one of the men behind Jessie, signaling him to approach him from behind, while he leaned over the man next to him, saying, “Now, send your boys to go get the b— and bring her back.”

Looking at Peronne with rage and contempt, Jessie shouted, “You dirty son-of-a-b—!”

Laughing aloud, Peronne said, “What? You said it yourself, my word isn’t worth the spit that flies out of my mouth when I speak it, or something to that effect. You should have known better.”

Interrupting Peronne’s victorious moment, the man said, “Uh... Chief.”

“What? What is it?” barked Peronne.

“She’s coming back.”

“They got her already? Damn, that was fast.”

“No, sir. She’s driving back herself and at a pretty high rate of speed.”

With Peronne and all of his men turning their attention to the trail of dust following the rapidly approaching SUV, Peronne shouted, “Kill the b—!”

As the officers opened fire, Jessie dove to his right shoulder and rolled onto his back, drawing his old Colt Peacemaker from a concealed position underneath his clothing. Quickly cocking the hammer of the old single-action revolver, he fired a shot, striking the man approaching him from behind directly in the forehead, the projectile smashing through the back of his skull.

As gunfire erupted all around him, Jessie expected to be struck with the burning impact of a bullet at any minute, only to realize that Peronne’s men were dropping like flies around him, returning fire in all directions.

Quickly looking around, trying to make sense of what he was seeing with his own eyes, Jessie saw several of the townspeople firing from hidden positions all around. His heart nearly erupted with emotion as the good people of Fort Sumner were standing up to Peronne and his men. At this point, Jessie didn’t care if he lived or died. This moment alone had made his life well-lived.

Snapping back to reality, Jessie saw Peronne run for one of the SUVs and peel away with the tires spinning wildly, throwing dirt and rocks as he fled.

Sprinting toward one of the remaining vehicles, Jessie dodged a poorly aimed, panicked shot made by one of Peronne’s men, and returned fire, striking the man directly in the chest, dropping him to the ground.

Jumping into the vehicle, Jessie threw the SUV into gear and sped off in pursuit of Peronne, chasing the trail of dust he left in his wake.

“F— coward!” Jessie shouted aloud as he drove like a mad man.

Speeding down Sumner Avenue at over one hundred miles per hour, Peronne barely slowed down enough to take the sharp turn onto 17
th
Street, sliding the SUV completely sideways and nearly losing control.

Making a well-controlled turn, Jessie was able to gain a little ground on Peronne, who was still far ahead of him.

Realizing where Peronne was heading, Jessie said to himself, “The airport! He’s making a run for the airport!”

Speeding out of town on 17
th
Street, Peronne jerked the vehicle violently to the right, exiting the pavement, crashing through the airport’s perimeter fence, speeding onto and across a taxiway, and then onto Runway 3, accelerating to well beyond one hundred miles per hour.

Following suit, Jessie nearly lost control as his SUV hit a large dip in the terrain, bouncing him without a seatbelt head first into the ceiling of the vehicle.

Regaining control and focus, Jessie maintained his pursuit, following Peronne onto the runway, accelerating to the SUV’s maximum speed in an attempt to regain lost ground.

Smoke bellowed from Peronne’s tires as he applied maximum braking pressure and yanked the vehicle off the runway toward the general aviation hangars.

Maintaining his pressure on Peronne, Jessie slid his SUV sideways in an attempt to make the last minute turn. The vehicle slid off the pavement and into the dirt and grass, losing control, and nearly rolling the SUV on its top as it spun around wildly. Catching traction mid-slide, the tires were side loaded, skipping across the ground, coming to rest on all four wheels, facing the wrong direction, causing Jessie to lose valuable ground on Peronne.

Resuming his chase, Jessie saw Peronne’s SUV in front of a large aircraft hangar, noticing that the hangar doors had been opened just enough for a man to slip through. Knowing he stood too great a chance of walking directly into an ambush, Jessie opted to park along the side of the building in order to enter the building from one of the side doors.

Stepping out of the vehicle, Jessie realized that in his haste to pursue Peronne, he had set out with nothing more than his Colt tucked into his waistband. “Damn it,” he whispered to himself as he flipped the loading gate open and replaced the spent cartridge with a fresh one from his pocket.

Opening the door with his left hand, holding his Colt in his right, Jessie entered the hangar and listened carefully for any signs of activity. Slipping quietly through an abandoned aircraft avionics maintenance work center, Jessie looked out into the main hangar area, seeing several light GA aircraft such as a Piper Seneca, a Beechcraft Baron, and a Cessna Skylane.

Those airplanes aren’t abandoned,
Jessie though, noticing the well-maintained and dust-free condition of the aircraft inside the hangar. Hearing a metallic thud from a wrench being knocked off a counter and bouncing off of the hard, concrete floor of the hangar, Jessie spun around just in time to see Peronne taking aim with a twelve-gauge police issue shotgun.