Fosters: Blackhawk (37 page)

Ben: "Blackhawk set down and extract!"
 Fuck!  The other team is out.  

Me: "Roger."  I set down behind the house.
 Brothers run to guard and defend. Jake covers us with two as
we run into the fuckin burning building.  Brody, the Indian
SEAL, gave Jamie this location in the event they didn't make
it.  Sprinklers are running inside.  The fire is eating
up the clapboard but not inside.  Thank fuck for fuckin SEAL
training.  We run for the same place.  Jake moves the
tractor and we lift the door.  The water must have been on for
a while they're standing waist deep in it.  A woman pushes
through and hands me a boy with long black hair.  The woman on
the side of her looks at me.  "He is first."  I nod and
climb out waiting for the rest. Six women and ten kids follow.
 

Me: "Blackhawk with Bravo transporting seventeen
to Chomper."  

Ben: "Roger you're covered to transport."
 I look at Jake.  He has someone on each side of me and
we move.  Fuckin Brothers, Baxter's and HS members are lining
the path to the chopper facing out.  Jake laughs.  There
are gunshots and bikes all around, we move, we can laugh later.
 

"Cloud take them to Dancer, Steady is ready to
transfer supplies.  You have BS2 on board to help with the
transfer."  I nod and run preflight.  A burst of gunfire
raises surprised screams for the women and kids.  They stop
immediately.  I get us up and over the hill to the other
choppers.

Little Ben and Jessie help the kids and women in
then help us carry the ammo boxes.  "Call Christian, tell him
we got them out."  Jessie pulls his phone and makes the
call.  They run to the other chopper and throw me chin from
the door.  "Fuckin kids."  I follow them until they are
out of range from the guns.  I call my spirits and those of
their ancestors to shield and guide them safely.  Coming up
the southwest road I help the HS team out firing on another fuckin
supply truck.  I keep going for my team wondering where all
these fuckin people come from.  BS2 is firing at runners as we
make it back to the compound.  I take my place behind the
house and see my team running from every direction.  HS1 is
keeping them covered.  

Ben has us clearing for the Brothers and
BS.  Once they're clear they head to the compound.  An
hour of clearing has us wiped.  I land by Art and the team
reloads.  

Ben: "Blackhawk you’re needed for transport at
the compound.  Bravo load him and prepare for Connecticut
flight."  Fuck No!  

Me: "Roger Watcher.  Are they engaged?"
 Please say no.

Ben: "Littlest Ninja has us preparing for
sunset."  Thank fuck!  "Steady is carrying Alpha and
following Blackhawk."  

Me: "Roger Watcher."  My breath comes out
in a rush.  I close my eyes and call to Nunánuk preparing her
to call upon the spirits.  I lift off and drop to hover at the
compound.  There are no shots sounding.  Brothers are
guarding, they're from a different chapter.  A group of SEALs
double time it to me.  I see Alpha waiting by the side of the
house.  Kevin salutes me.  I laugh and give it back.
 

An Indian sits at my side.  "Good to fuckin
meet you Cloud.  I want a fuckin chopper and pilot.  You
interested?"  

Jake: "Bravo ready for lift off."  

I laugh.  "You must be Brody.  I'd
shake but we'd hit the house.  Good to see you in one
piece.”  I point to cans and lift off.  Flying south slow
and steady I wait for Art.

Ben: "Blackhawk, Dancer is following, Alpha has
your six."  

Me: "Roger Watcher.  We're running full
out.  Call the hangar prepare them for us.  We'll need
fuel."  

Ben: "One has them prepared Blackhawk, they have
vehicles and bikes dropping now."  I smile.  I work with
the best fuckin Ops leaders.  If the government were smart
they'd have them fight the wars and stay the fuck out of them.
 

Me: "Roger Watcher.  Blackhawk on the
side."  

Jake: "Blackhawk this fuckin chopper makes you
look good."  The fuckin team laughs.  

"Made you look good too MD."  Everyone
laughs.

"Fuck off Brother I am good."  He's
smiling.  The guys start talking in the back.  

I laugh, "I don't need to comment then."
 

Jake moves closer he's between me and Brody set
a step back.  "That was fuckin crazy Cloud.  You hit
fuckin everything.  You’re like Danny on his bike.  Nice
fuckin job!  You don't know Brody.  He's another
satellite from ten.  His thing is computers, logic and
explosives.  Brody, Cloud is sharpshooter, logic and hand to
hand.  Steve is fuckin stealth and planning, he's deadeye with
anything you put in his fuckin hand."  

"Glad to have them Jake.  Glad to have all
of you.  My family is safe because of a little boy’s
vision.  I don't even know the kid but I'm buying him the
fuckin world when we meet."  Brody says making us laugh.

"He already has the world Brody.  Cloud is
his father.  None of these kids live for material things;
their thing is love and living in peace."  Jake tells him
surprising the hell out of me.  

"My boys like that too.  I'm grateful for
your son Cloud.  May his story be long with the spirits
guiding his way."  

I throw him chin.  "When the dust settles
we can meet the families.  The Pow wow is on my land this
year.  You are welcome to stay beside the house.  I stay
close to it too."  

"You’re not sleeping in your house?"  Jake
asks.  

Brody answers.  "It is a Pow wow. 
It's like bringing an RV to Boy Scout camp." 

“Can I sleep at your house I never been to a Pow
wow?” 

I laugh.  We see bikes traveling down the
interstate.  “I got a ranch house you can stay at.  I
think Pres is at mine.” 

Me: “Watcher I have a visual of thirty or so
bikes traveling south on I95.”

Ben: “Affirmative Blackhawk.  LP2 has
Brothers and the Connecticut chapter meeting at the reservation
West side gate.  I’m just getting maps but it looks like
they’re coming through the trees.” 

Me: “Negative Watcher.  They won’t make
it.  Have One call Eagle Feather at the hangar.  He can
get to the control room and hook into surveillance from the roads
in.  There’s surveillance on the towers, most of the
reservation is covered.  Patch him through to me I’ll get the
maps emailed to you.”

Ben: “Roger Blackhawk.  One says full of
fuckin surprises.”  I smile. 

“You put up surveillance at the
reservation?”  Jake says like I’m fuckin crazy.

“Don’t say it like I’m crazy, we’ll be using it
in less than fifteen minutes.  It’s a good fuckin thing I
did.  You’ll be thanking me for the bikes and arsenal I have
too.”  I tell him shutting him up. 

“I can see we are shaped by the same warrior
ancestors.  We will make a lasting alliance.”  Brody says
stepping into anglo/indian english. 

“May we ‘
Live in peace’
, Pumôtamsh
wuyohtiyôkanuk.”  I say he laughs. 

“A very close alliance.”  He says.  I
fly over the reservation circling the perimeter landing behind the
hangar. 

A thought comes to me.  “Do you have men
that speak the old language?”

He smiles, “We all do.” 

I shut down asking Jake to have the inventory
done and reload us from the safe room.  I ask Brody to follow
me into the hangar.  Eagle Feather shakes Brody’s hand
welcoming him and telling him he is honored to have the older tribe
on our new land.  I get into the control room and see Bear on
the computer talking to someone over the headset.

He hands me one and plugs me in. 
“Blackhawk on with Watcher.”  Bear says. 

“Watcher the outer fence is electrified. 
The land between the outer and inner fence has sensors, if the
first fence is breached without a key a gun is trained on the
second gate.  They are set to shoot in twenty second
bursts.  The Brothers can’t get through the back; have them
come through the north gate.  I can have tribesmen open the
gates.  We have men that speak the old language.  Whoever
was able to see or track us here will not know that language. 
Little ninja’s knowledge is new to these people.  They may see
and even be able to read but they won’t understand the
language.”

“Blackhawk, One needs to plan with Pres. 
He needs a couple.  Gather your tribesmen and have the gate
opened for Brothers from Connecticut in ten.  Thirty minutes
out is Brothers from MC.”

“Roger Watcher.”  I take the headset and
plug it into the handheld.  Walking out I lift the door to the
inside hangar telling Eagle Feather to round up the tribesmen, we
need the old language.  He smiles pulling his phone. 

Brody is following me.  “If you go back to
Bear on the computer he can get you in touch with your women and
children at my grandmother’s house.”  I point up the
hill.  “She is on the rise above us.”  He nods going back
to Bear. 

Jake whistles at the chopper sitting in front of
us.  I keep walking to the back wall and open the inside safe
room.  “Take what you need, Brothers will need to
reload.  I have all the supplies here for them.  Get
their leads to pull what they need.  Don’t tell Steve about
the fuckin C4.”  He laughs like it’s a joke.  I just look
at him.  “This is my people's home Jake, some of this is
sacred land.  We aren’t leaving it looking like a war
zone.  With the security and hammocks we have, we don’t need
to do that.”

“Sorry Cloud you’re right.  I just can’t
get the picture of Pres duct taped to the frame out of my
head.”  

I leave him to it and find Steve and
Kevin.  I bring them into the control room and introduce them
to Bear.  He shows them the hammocks and guns at the
gates.  The surveillance is on the middle screen.  We see
the bikes pull up and a tribesman wave them in, another is at the
second gate.  “Every gate is one hundred feet from the second
gate.”  He tells them about the hammocks sensors, cameras,
guns, safe rooms underground holding ammo and video feeds. 
When he’s done talking I look at them. 

“I set it up and it works to keep the
reservation safe from local yahoos, but I don’t run Ops to keep
people alive.  I have another chopper and two pilots if we
need them.  One is retired Air force.  Jake is getting
the leads for each group loaded with supplies from our safe
room.  I have tribesmen that will maintain the radios in our
language.  I gave that to One and Watcher.  If we were
tracked through a vision or reading the old language will keep us
safe.  Brody’s tribesmen also speak it.  Bear can hook in
with Geek.  He is good but not Digs or Sticks good.  I
have another console for a more experienced geek.  This is as
far as I can take it.  I leave it to you to keep my people
safe.”  They are both watching me. 

Steve laughs.  “You fuckin kiddin
me?” 

Kevin touches my arm.  “Cloud this is a
dream Op for anyone.  You’ve built the perfect training area
for Ops.  We’ll keep your people safe and get rid of this
threat.  We’ll do it with what you’ve built here.  You
stay where you’re comfortable, we’ll take your six and love doing
it from this fuckin playground you built.”  He’s
smiling.  Thank fuck. 

“You can run Ops.  You did for years. 
You’re like Danny thinkin his eye was keepin him down.  Fuckin
Brothers.  You did good by your people keepin em safe. 
We will too Brother.” 

“Thank fuck.  I’d rather be flying.” 
I tell them taking a deep breath. 

Kevin starts walking toward Bear.  “Juan,
get me up with the big batcave!”  I smile. 

Kevin is on with Jamie, I have tribesmen and
Brothers all over the fuckin place.  Little Ben and Jessie are
brought down and are talking to the kids in the Training Center
from a laptop.  HS is pulling into the north gate.  I
don’t have a table big enough for everyone so they sit on the
hangar floor and lean on walls by the control room.  Juan gets
video up on the wall and we listen to the plan.  The tribesmen
will be with every group maintaining radio contact. 

The women and children are in the Center
directly in the center of the village.  The basement is a
shelter; they will be brought down if needed.  Guards are
inside with them. 

When we finish a war cry goes out stopping the
Brothers and Security in their tracks.  I laugh when the
SEAL’s ‘Hooyah!’ right along with them.  I meet my crew at
Baxter’s chopper.  Eagle Feather is in ours with Jamie on Ops;
Nate is in the MC’s with a tribesman on the radio and Ben on
Ops.  Kevin is running the Brothers and Pres HS and HS1. 
It ought to be interesting.

Surveillance picks up trucks and bikes traveling
the east road to the front gate and bikes to the north.  We’re
given the go.  I’m heading to the front, Steve leads my
Ops.  A stand of trees blocks us from view; Kevin linked me to
surveillance so I watch them on my screen.  They cut the lock
and drive right in.  Crazy ass motherfuckers, I want to shoot
them for thinking they can just waltz right in.  At the second
gate the gun takes down the pussy opening it.  They return
fire shooting into the trees.  The gun goes off again and the
trucks scramble.  I lift lock and fire at the first
truck.  Moving north I take the truck speeding toward the
fence line.  Brothers stand and shoot from the hammocks taking
the trucks moving closer to the inner fence.  Moving the
chopper behind them we corral them into the dead land between the
two fence lines.  Thirty feet in there are ditches running
both sides of the dead land.  The Brothers and HS1 take the
runners while gun one mows down the trucks. 

Mohegan is peppering the radio and I’m fuckin
proud.  Bear tells me to go to the north gate and help out
Eagle Feather.  When I get there I come from behind the
pussies that made it into a field.  I lower directly in front
of them and fire three shots taking the driver and passengers
out.  “No fires in the field.”  Light, the translator
tells my team.  We get the north gate cleared the same
way.