The American Wars
Part 4 — “The Final Battle, Biker Wars”
Farrell heard more shots and shouting coming from the direction of Hilltop 1. He thought of Jake and Allison who were manning that spot, and assumed the worst — that they had been killed or wounded, and that Hilltop 1 was now in the hands of the motorcycle gang.
As the rest of his ambush setup team slid down the embankment under the bridge on their bellies, Farrell keyed his handheld survival ham radio. Thanks to his cache, they not only had set up MURS, FRS and CB scanners, but also had a dozen hand-held HAM radios.
Tom — the former communications (Commo) sergeant on their team — had rigged a very handy UHF/VHF repeater from all of Farrell’s cached gear. He had used a Radio-Tone, duplex repeater controller coupled together with 2 of the radios to create a very handy repeater packed neatly inside a waterproof ammo box.
They had hoisted the repeater up to the top of a tree on Hilltop 2 (their highest point around the town) which gave them easy range into all of the surrounding valleys around the town, as well as probably at least a 10 mile range anywhere along the main river.
The repeater could be set to any of the frequencies of their MURS, FRS or CB bands as well – to include the remote-control (RC) frequency bands that Tom had modified the radios to be able to use for less known channels and at least a little better Operational Security (OPSEC).
Securing The High Ground
Farrell spoke into his throat mic: “This is Mad Dog, taking fire from sector H-1, one down, will continue to cover the alley.” The “alley” Farrell referred to was the ambush they had prepared. Within seconds, Farrell heard several shots from the H-1 hilltop that sounded like AR-15 and AK-47 fire. No rounds ricocheted.
Less than a minute after the gunfire, the radio squelch again and he heard Tom’s voice: “H-1 secure.”
Setting Up The Ambush
Farrell motioned his ambush team to come in to him, using the hand signal for perimeter. They maintained their perimeter and he stayed in the center. He was amazed they were remembering their training so well under actual fire, and especially after the death of Alex.
“Alright team, we’re ok to get over to the ambush location, but stay low. Nothing higher than a high-crawl. Get into the positions that we rehearsed.”
The team looked shaken, but they each looked back and nodded. Farrell had Troy lead the way. He wanted to look over the whole situation for a few minutes before setting into position himself. No sooner had he watched the team getting into position and observing the skyline of H-1, the explosives and wiring, the approach road that they were ambushing, and the river, then he heard a faint, distant rumble.
“Sounds like they’re on their way,” he thought to himself as he moved into position quickly. They had positioned themselves across the river from the road where they had spread the used motor oil that had been salvaged from a few junked cars.
Large granite boulders provided ample cover from between 100 and 150 meters distance from the road and about 20 meters higher elevation. On the far side of the road from them, the mountain had been cut out to make that portion of the canyon wide enough for a road, which left a granite cliff over 50 feet high.
Farrell had spent a few hours in conversation with the team, making sure they were psychologically prepared for what they were going to do. There was no amount of talk in the world that would prepare them completely, but he had made sure to pick the best shots, the most psychologically mature and even had one in there for whom this would not be his first time to take human life.
The linear ambush team was spread along about 300 meters, with the best marksman from the team at the near end, to have the best kill ratio on anyone who wanted to try to turn around. The team was armed and had practiced with AR-10’s (7.62mm) 30-06’s and 308’s. Their best marksman was using the Savage 111. Farrell was using one of his AR-10’s, but knew he had to keep the unit cohesion and be prepared in case he needed to blow the bridge. Farrell’s team and the town council had already decided that the bridge would likely have to come down anyway, but Farrell wanted to wait until they were all sure there was no better alternative for fortifying the main approach into town.
The Kill Zone
By the time Farrell had rapidly moved to his position, the first of the bikers could be seen rounding the first bend, still over a quarter mile from the start of the oil slick. Four bikers rolled up onto the slick in a formation of pairs, traveling over 50 miles per hour and the two in the lead position immediately started to lose control.
The sound of metal scraping on asphalt combined with yells of surprise and pain as their bikes flattened out. The second two bikers tried to maneuver out of the way. One almost made it but the spinning exhaust pipe caught his foot and dragged him off and under his bike with the sound of his scream and the crunching of his pelvis and femur.
The other veered off the road hit the trench that had been dug next to the road. His bike flipped and followed him into the side of the stone wall of the canyon. The remainder of the bikers came to a stop at the edge of the carnage and stopped. A couple of them got off their bikes and ran to the two who were still moving on the ground. The person Farrell identified as the leader dismounted his bike and together with three other men they examined the area around the road.
The leader barked more orders and 4 bikers spread out along the road, pulling out binoculars and scanning the entire area. Fortunately, Farrell had anticipated this, and all of them had dug in extremely well-camouflaged positions, hidden under and behind the granite boulders.
After almost 15 minutes of searching and talking on the radio, the gang mounted up again and proceeded slowly. The biker gang checked their weapons and ammunition, got back on their bikes and continued down the road, traveling at about 25 mph. At this low speed, they inevitably bunched up at a very close interval, as Farrell had suspected would happen.
He had picked two identifying features for the ambush team to focus on:
A telephone pole at the south end and a large cottonwood tree at the north end of the ambush as the kill-zone markers. Farrell’s assumption had been that they might get 80% of the gang in the kill zone before giving the signal to shoot. He counted 41 bikers as they slowly rode past, still wary and watching for an attack.
Due to their speed, all but 2 bikers were bunched into the kill zone when he sighted on the last two and fired the first shot. He wanted to lay down the bikes at the near and far end of the ambush to prevent anyone from being able to escape. The rest of his ambush team began firing carefully aimed shots — each working their respective sub-zones of the ambush, firing carefully but quickly and laying down an average of about 10 well-placed rounds per second as a group.
Too Dangerous To Take Prisoners
Several bikers tried to run to the river, having nowhere else to go and no way to ride out with the carnage of metal and bodies that littered the 2-lane road. None of them made it further than the edge of the river. A few others took cover behind their bikes, but they had no chance fighting against an ambush hidden in the rocks. A few tried to surrender and were also shot down as had been discussed at length prior to the ambush: This gang was just too ruthless to risk taking any as prisoners. They had to be eliminated.
The ambush was finished in less than 10 minutes. Farrell regrouped his team, and leaving two of their best shooters as overwatch, the rest made their way in wedge formation back across the bridge to the ambush zone. They walked through the entire zone, dispatching three who were wounded, collecting weapons and ammo and stacking it at the edge of the road. Farrell radioed for the cleanup crew that would collect the weapons first, then come back for the bikes and any other gear, clothing, food or whatever they could salvage, before disposing of the bodies. After the initial sweep, his team rolled boulders and other debris across the road from a pile they had covered on the south side of the ambush zone. They left a security team at that debris pile, along with the team across the river, so that the cleanup crews would have security.
Aside from some short radio transmissions, Farrell met up with Tom, John and Jeffry for 10 minutes at the improvised command and control center in town to allow all four of them a chance to cross-brief on the town’s security status. Hilltop 1 had never been lost, but amazingly a sniper team from the biker gang had somehow made it to a rock outcropping that was completely hidden from their own security team there. They had taken the shot that had killed Alex, and the 2-person team had immediately converged, surprised and killed the sniper team.
The ATV traps they had set in the approaching valleys on the northwest side of the town had turned out to be highly effective as well, and 18 bikers had lost their lives by being ambushed as they tried to make their way through those bottlenecks.
The town was safe for the time being. There was still much work to be done to keep themselves secure while focusing on food and necessities for everyone with winter coming on, but they had had their first confrontation with a highly armed and motivated force and had suffered one casualty to the enemy losing over 65. There would be some emotional and psychological issues to deal with from this much death, but Farrell felt that this town was already very resilient. The previous 18 months of collapse had helped see to that.
Farrell, Jeffry, John and Tom congratulated each other quietly on a job well done and turned to meet with the rest of the town. There was a still lot to discuss and learn from this encounter and they were ready to get to work.
(The End… )
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