Islands of Rage and Hope

CHAPTER 15

“Marine Team, clear perimeter buildings and establish security perimeter at base of dock, over.”

“Roger, Ops,” Faith said. “Staff Sergeant Barnard, you hear the order?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Barnard said. She was standing more or less at the same position as Faith a bit farther down the beach.

“You establish the perimeter at the pier with Squad One,” Faith said. “I’ll accompany Squad Two on sweeping the buildings. Ensure that your squad’s weapons are on safe. I don’t want any friendly fire ’cause there are human shapes moving around the buildings. Oorah?”

“Aye, aye, ma’am,” Barnard said.

“Hooch!” Faith yelled. “Move out.”

“Aye, aye, ma’am,” Sergeant Hocieniec replied.

“You know,” Faith said. “A little paint, some curtains…”

The Bayside Bar and Grill had obviously been a pretty popular island beach bar. Now it was a fire-scorched shell. They only knew the name by figuring it out from the half burned sign. There was a burned skeleton behind the bar along with shattered bottles and glassware. It was apparent whoever it was had been dead before the fire. There were scraps of clothing so it probably wasn’t an infected.

“Possibly a roof, ma’am,” Sergeant Hocieniec said, pointing up. There was a partial roof but through most of it you could see the sky and palm trees.

“Fiddly bits, Sergeant,” Faith said. “That is what NCOs are for.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Hocieniec said, smiling.

“Leave alpha team here,” Faith said. “Oriented thataway,” she continued, knife-handing southeast. “Staff Sergeant Barnard,” she said, keying her radio.

“Here, ma’am,” Barnard said.

“Leaving one team in the building as a security team,” Faith said. “Preparing to sweep west. Check fire, check fire, check fire.”

“Check fire, aye,” Barnard said.

Hocieniec started to step out the door and Faith held out her arm blocking him.

“Let the word spread,” Faith said. After a moment she keyed her radio. “Check fire check, Staff Sergeant.”

“Check fire, aye, ma’am,” Barnard replied.

“Now we go,” Faith said.

The westerly buildings were support buildings for the pier. There was an abandoned storage container, a medium sized warehouse and support building, two large above ground fuel tanks and a parking area. There was the usual scatter of abandoned cars in the parking area as well as a large boat or cargo container forklift. It could be either one; they looked pretty much the same.

The main doors to the warehouse were open—any infected inside should have been drawn out—but they approached cautiously nonetheless.

The interior was mostly filled with boat support material including a small machine shop. There were some small outboards up on racks.

“Check and clear the office,” Faith said.

“Aye, aye, ma’am,” Hooch replied. “Bravo team.”

“Aye, aye,” Hoag replied.

The door to the offices had been forced and there was another long-dead skeleton in it. Other than that it was clear.

“Clear,” Sergeant Hoag said, before walking back into the equipment building.

“Can’t really use this as a security position,” Faith said. “Sergeant Hocieniec, get the team up on top of the storage container. That will give us a better look around.”

“Aye, aye, ma’am,” Hocieniec said.

Sergeant Hoag waved for her team to leave the warehouse. As Faith started to open her mouth, Lance Corporal Robert “Bubba” Freeman cleared the entrance and immediately took fire.

“Back!” Faith shouted as rounds began to zing through the equipment shed. It sounded like half the beach group was firing at their position. She dove behind a drill press. “God-damnit, check fire! Check fire!”

Faith’s call was being stepped on by calls of “Movement!” But after a minute or so, and waaaay too many rounds, the firing stopped as did the radio calls.

“Anybody hit?” Faith asked.

“I caught a graze, Shewolf,” Hooch said.

“Bad graze?” Faith asked.

“No, ma’am. Think it was a chunk of concrete or something.”

“Staff Sergeant?” Faith called after a moment.

“Here, ma’am,” Barnard said.

“We’re about to exit this equipment building and do some stuff in the parking lot,” Faith said. “Could you clarify that fact with whoever just tried to kill Lance Corporal Freeman and, by the way, missed. And could you once again ensure that all of your Marines’ weapons are unloaded and on safe? Because that shot was too fast for the weapon to not have been locked, loaded and off safe? Pretty please with honey and fucking sugar on top?”

“Marine Team, Force Ops.”

“Marine Team,” Faith replied laconically.

“Any casualties?”

“One graze,” Faith said. “Fortunately or unfortunately, the marksmanship quality was poor. Continuing the mission. Staff Sergeant?”

“Here.”

“Check fire, check fire, check fire.”

“Check fire, aye,” Barnard replied.

“You can get mugged on a walk in the fucking park,” Faith said, standing up. “Freeman, this time, remove your helmet, stick it on the end of your rifle and wave it out the door before exiting…”

“Time to regroup,” Faith said as she reached the pier. The Navy personnel were starting to unload onto the cargo pier and the Grace Tan was carefully backing up to the end, being tended by two tug boats. “Organization will be as follows. Send one of your teams into the bar to take over from alpha second. Other team between the bar and the road to the left. Alpha second to take the right side of the road in contact with alpha first which will remain on the top of the container. That leaves the beach itself open. I’ll get with Navy security and make sure they have that covered. Understood?”

“Aye, aye, ma’am,” Staff Sergeant Barnard said.

“With one exception. Who was it opened fire first?”

“PFC Funk, ma’am,” Barnard said. “I have counseled him on fire discipline.”

“And he’s about to be counseled again,” Faith said. “PFC FUNK, FRONT AND CENTER!”

“Aye, aye, ma’am,” the Marine said, trotting over. He took the position of attention, looking off into the distance.

“Go down to the beach, put your feet in the water and assume the front-leaning rest position, oriented landwards,” Faith said.

“Aye, aye, ma’am,” Funk said, trotting back down to the water.

“Ma’am,” Barnard said. “Marine Corps regulation states that physical training may not be used as corrective punishment.”

Faith just stood there for a moment. She was partially faced away from the staff sergeant so it wasn’t apparent that the young lieutenant’s face had gone white with anger.

“Staff Sergeant, I gave you an order to redeploy the squads,” Faith growled, very quietly. “I do not recall asking your opinion. You have exactly five seconds to follow my order.”

“Aye, aye, ma’am,” Barnard said, her face tight.

“Force Ops, Marine Team,” Faith said after a few deep breaths.

“Force Ops.”

“Request a couple of Navy ground teams to anchor the beach,” Faith said. “We’ve got from the equipment building to the bar.”

“Roger, stand by.”

“Standing by.”

“Hi, Sis,” Sophia said, walking down the pier.

“Good morning, Ensign!” Faith boomed.

“Oh, do not start with the whole command voice thing,” Sophia said.

“I do not know what you are referring to, Ensign,” Faith barked.

“It’s ‘that to which you refer’ technically,” Sophia said. “How’s it going? Saw your Marines try to kill each other.”

“Frankly, it’s going too well,” Faith said. “’Cause I’m wondering when it’s going to fuck up and it’s giving the Gitmo Marines the idea that this is all easy.”

“How long you going to have that guy do push-ups?” Sophia asked curiously.

“Since he tried to kill me, probably a while,” Faith said. “And I’m not having him do— FUNK, WHY ISN’T YOUR BACK STRAIGHT? WHAT ARE YOU, NAVY?”

“You know he’s carrying like a hundred pounds of gear,” Sophia said.

“That’s the point,” Faith said. “The more he sweats the less I might bleed. RECOVER! JUMPING JACKS! BEGIN! ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR…YOU COUNT! STOP WHEN I GET TIRED!”

“Hey, I got a call…” Sophia said. “Roger, Force Ops, can do. Roger. Will coordinate with Marine commander. You want us to cover you?”

“One team on each end of the beach,” Faith said, gesturing both ways. “That way if the gunners get twitchy trigger fingers, they kill Navy not Marines.”

“Oh, thank you very much,” Sophia said. “But a point. Force Ops, Navy Landing Party…”

“CEASE EXERCISE!” Faith yelled. “MARINE, YOU HAVE FAILED ON TWO COUNTS, BAD FIRE DISCIPLINE AND POOR AIM! YOU ARE A DOUBLE DISGRACE TO OUR BELOVED CORPS! ON YOUR BACK, MARINE! FLUTTER KICKS! BEGIN! ONE, TWO…”

“Hold up,” Faith said, looking through the printed out sheets. The five-tons had been unloaded and the Marines were now in the process of sweeping the island. For a change she was sitting in the front seat instead of on the gun. For one reason, their “map” was printouts of the overheads. They were at a round-about, which had a post in the middle with some weird triangle thing, and she was trying to figure out the way to the hospital. She looked over at the airport, then down at the map and put two of the sheets together side by side. “I’m pretty sure it’s that way,” she said, pointing right. “But hang on. Staff Sergeant, I’m pretty sure we take the right fork thingy. You concur?”

“Concur,” the staff sergeant replied after a moment. She was riding in the trail five-ton.

There was a burst of fire from the gunner overhead and Faith looked up in time to see a dog come apart.

“Seriously, Quade?” Faith yelled. “It was the size of a collie! Save your rounds for infecteds!”

“Aye, aye, ma’am,” Lance Corporal Quade said.

She looked over at Sergeant Smith, who was driving, and rolled her eyes upwards. He just shrugged.

“Take the right fork thingy, Sergeant,” Faith said, going back to shuffling papers. “We’ll find it eventually…”

“Son of a bitch,” Faith muttered as they approached a beach on the south side of the island. “Staff Sergeant, turn around. How in the hell can we keep getting lost on an island this small?”

“Found the fire station, ma’am,” Sergeant Smith said.

“And a fire truck,” Faith said. “Which isn’t specified on this map. But I think we’re in this area…”

“Stop at this gas station,” Faith said.

“We’ve still got nearly a full tank, ma’am,” Sergeant Smith said.

“I’m getting a fucking map, Smitty…”

“Shit, she is crazy,” Barnard muttered, shaking her head as the lieutenant bailed out of the five-ton and headed into the interior of the gas station. They hadn’t encountered many infected but they were random. They seemed to appear out of nowhere. “Lieutenant, we should deploy a security team.”

“You gotta be joking me,” Faith replied. “Negative. I’m just looking for a—”

“Lieutenant?” Barnard said. The call had cut off mid sentence.

“Skipper is looking for a better map,” Sergeant Smith radioed.

The lieutenant appeared out of the block building a moment later holding a map over her head and headed to Barnard’s truck. She had another stuffed in her cargo pocket.

As she did an infected burst out of the bushes and charged her from her right. The direction her rifle was not pointing.

“Too close,” Barnard shouted to the machine gunner, scrabbling at her rifle. There was no way to get fire on the infected before it got to the lieutenant. And the Marines were not wearing “close contact” gear. If it got a bite in on the girl…

The lieutenant looked over her shoulder, drew her pistol, fired one round one-handed into the infected’s chest then another into its head. She decocked her pistol, dropped it back in its holster and went back to reading the map. The entire event had been one continuous motion. She didn’t even seem to notice.

“Oh…” Faith said, climbing up on the running board of the five-ton. “Oorah. I think I’ve figured out where we are….”

“Staff Sergeant,” Faith barked, standing at parade rest.

“Ma’am,” Barnard said.

They were standing outside the Princess Alexandria Hospital as the Marine teams swept the building. The hospital was a two-story construction, not much larger than a McMansion, with large windows and airy arch construction.

Like most of the island it had been swept by fire. Faith was pretty sure they weren’t going to find much in the way of supplies.

“We need to get some training in on the float,” Faith said. “I’m seeing a lot of sweeping going on on this clearance. And then there’s the fire discipline issue coupled with the accuracy issue. We can only really train on shooting on land. Not sure how to handle that. Maybe take a day on a desert island; lots of those around here. The lack of basic marksmanship worked in our favor in this instance but it’s not generally a good thing. The sweeping issue and general CQB we can do in the Grace Tan. Oorah?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Barnard said.

“Left wing is clear of all infected,” Hocieniec radioed.

“Roger,” Faith said.

“Right wing is cleared,” Sergeant Weisskopf called a moment later.

“Roger,” Faith said, changing frequencies. “Force Ops, Marine Team.”

“Go, Marine Team.”

“Hospital is clear,” Faith said. “No way to secure it. Cannot guarantee security for Navy sweep personnel. Be advised, been on fire. Probably a bust.”

“Roger,” Force Ops replied. “Stand by.”

“Don’t we always,” Faith said. “Call in the dogs, Staff Sergeant. Odds we go on to the medical school.”

“Marine Team, Force Commander. What’s the security situation on the ground?”

“Complicated,” Faith replied. “There is a higher infected presence than I would have guessed. Most of them didn’t make it to the beach. Constant minor leakers. Stand by. Quade, is there something wrong with your eyes?”

“Ma’am?” Quade called.

“Hello!” she yelled, knife-handing. “Target in your sector, Marine!”

“Aye, aye, ma’am,” LCP Quade called, targeting the infected with a three-round burst.

“But we haven’t been hit by a large force,” Faith continued. “I’d say that Navy ground team can handle this, over.”

“Sweep the medical school, then return to the pier,” Hamilton radioed.

“Sweep the medical school, then return to the pier, aye,” Faith replied. “Marine Team out. Okay, let’s load up and roll out.” She sighed, drew her pistol and pointed it at Funk. “Duck.”

Funk hit the ground and she shot the infected crossing the courtyard in the head.

“They’re coming from fucking everywhere!” Faith snarled, decocking and holstering the pistol. “This is why I prefer clearing ships.”

The two-story tile-roofed medical school had not caught fire. The fires had seemed to miss that part of the island. It also had a fair number of infected.

“Oh, that explains it,” Faith said, looking to the east.

“Explains what, ma’am?” Barnard asked as there were more shots from the interior.

“Look over there,” Faith said, pointing to the east. There was a large pond that was tinged a bright green.

“I’m not sure what I’m looking at, ma’am,” Barnard said.

“Zombies can survive anywhere there’s water, Staff Sergeant,” Faith said. “Any fresh water, no matter how foul. Some survive. That doesn’t look all that bad all things considered. So…lots of water, lots of zombies.”

“I understand, ma’am,” Barnard said.

“Which means this island is crawling with them,” Faith said. “Intel had that marked as a field so I didn’t expect this many to have survived. Without that there’s not enough water on this island. And with all the terrain stuff, hills, fences, stuff, they didn’t all make it to the beach.”

“I see, ma’am,” Barnard said. “It hasn’t been…bad so far.”

“They’re scattered,” Faith said, shrugging. “They do that. So we’re hitting minor leakers and pockets like this one,” she added as there was another burst of fire. There was also a yell. “That didn’t sound good.”

“Marine team leader, Squad Two,” Hooch radioed.

“Go,” Faith replied.

“We’ve got a casualty…”

“There goes my fitrep,” Faith said. “How bad?” she asked.

“Bad,” Hooch replied. “Need evac.”

“Move the casualty back to the trucks,” Faith said, switching frequencies again. “Force Ops, we have a casualty. We are moving casualty back to the pier at this time. Will require medical support.”

“Roger,” Force Ops replied.

“Oh, shit,” Faith said as the squad came back. Haugen had Goodwin over his back in a fireman’s carry and Goodwin was dripping blood from somewhere. “Get him in the five-ton. Where’s he hit?”

“In the back,” Hooch said, jumping into the five-ton to pull the lance corporal up.

“Get his gear off,” Faith said, jumping up as well. “Staff Sergeant, recover the rest of the teams and then head back to the pier. Hooch, up front and make sure we don’t get lost on the way back.”

“Aye, aye, ma’am,” Hooch said.

As the armor came off a small hole was revealed in his back with a larger one on the front. The bullet was lodged in his frontal armor.

“We were sweeping and Curran…” Haugen said, shaking his head.

“I really don’t care,” Faith said as Hocieniec jumped out of the back and ran to the front of the vehicle. “Roll this vehicle, Barnard!”

She dove into her assault ruck and started pulling out medical supplies.

“Ma’am,” Barnard said.

“I am also the closest thing we’ve got to a corpsman, Staff Sergeant,” Faith snarled. “What part of my orders did you not understand this time, Staff Sergeant? Hooch! ROLL OUT! Force Ops, we have one GSW to the abdomen, rear entry. We’ll need at least one unit of…AB negative… Hey, Goodwin, this isn’t bad, okay? Seriously, this is a fucking flea bite, dude…”

“Colonel,” Walker said. “I’ll go prep the sick bay. Sophia can do the sweep for materials.”

“Agreed,” Hamilton said.