Rebellion Rising Prologue

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Prologue

            It was pitch dark over the plains of Colorado, east of the Rocky Mountains. The Globalist convoy moved through the dark on an open highway, their leaders directing them to use the dark of night to move without trouble. It had been two years since the Globalists, using the American party as a façade, had been elected to power in the United States. Now that they had largely consolidated their rule, especially in the midterm elections the previous November, they were moving to install their domestic programs with impunity all over the country.

The convoy was carrying dissenters to the new regime into a camp in the Rocky Mountains. The Globalists had seemingly learned their lesson when two years before a militia of sorts had ransacked a camp they had set up in the open plains of Kansas. This camp was far more inaccessible and those the people that would be taken there would work in a quarry set up there. It was basic slave labor, just enough to work the dissenters largely to death, but not before getting some usefulness out of them.

As for the dissenters, they had been picked up from Kansas City, where resistance to the Globalist regime had been fiercest. This was stemming from heavy handed Federal control of the city ever since a devastating tornado that had occurred nearly three years prior. The Globalists had managed to capture some of the disorganized resistance and were transporting them to the new camp. It was also a warning to anyone else planning to stand up to the Globalists in the city.

The mountains were beginning to show up in the silhouette of the horizon to the west, something that pleased the Globalist captain commanding the convoy. He had wanted to reach the mountains by the morning so there would be harder to find by anyone who might come after them. While they did not expect this, he had wanted to air on the side of caution given what had happened at the camp near Great Bend, Kansas two years before. He began to relax a little as the mountains began to approach in earnest.

They passed through the foothills and began to approach the first line of mountains near Pueblo. The camp was in the valley in the shadow of the Crestone Needle, an isolated area sitting at 11,000 feet or higher. They would be just digging for rocks at various places in the valley, without regard for the environment they were in. When it was destroyed, the Globalists would just set up another camp elsewhere.

The convoy began to reach the first line of mountains separating them from the Sangre de Cristo Range. Across these smaller mountains was a vast flat plain that was sparsely populated. They would be able to cross it as the morning was breaking and would be able to force march their prisoners to the campsite by nightfall that evening.

The Globalist captain suddenly saw something in the road ahead and told the driver, “Slow down. What is that?”

The driver replied, “It looks like the road is blocked.”

“Shit,” the captain said. He grabbed the radio and barked into it, “Everyone stop. There is a blockage up ahead that we need to clear.”

His truck stopped and rest of the convoy obliged as well. The Globalists got out of their trucks and stepped forwards to examine the moderately sized rocks that were covering the road. One of the privates walked forward and peered up at the wall the rocks detached from and said, “What caused them to fall like this?”

“Don’t worry about that,” the Captain shouted at him. “Just get something to move them the hell out of the way. I have orders to have these prisoners delivered to the Needle by nightfall.”

The private nodded glumly and bent over to pick a rock up and take it out of the way. The Globalists worked steadily and soon the only rocks left were some bigger ones that could not be so easily moved out of the way. The sky behind them was beginning to lighten significantly as the Globalist Captain stared at the larger rocks and said, “Do we have anything to move these out of the way?”

One of his sergeants said, “We don’t. Not unless you wanted to just try to find a way to move them with the trucks. Or make the prisoners do it.”

 The Captain glowered and said, “No, I was told that they couldn’t be harmed and worked in any way until they got to the Needle. We will just try to move them with the trucks.”

The sergeant nodded and turned to walk back when he stopped and looked up at the cliff side again. With the sky rapidly lightening, the rock wall was thrown into sharp relief. It was obvious in the light that the rocks had not fallen naturally, but instead had been blasted off in some way.

Fear exploded inside him as he said, “Captain, this is a trap. We need to get out of here.”

The Captain turned to see the rock wall when suddenly he took a bullet to the chest. The force of the bullet knocked him to the ground and the sergeant desperately tried to get back to the trucks, shouting, “Ambush!”

He was cut down as well and the other Globalists that had been largely milling about in the past few minutes tried to make a run for it as well. They were shot down as well before they could get far, as their assailants suddenly exposed themselves from behind the convoy and from behind the rocks on the road. In a minute it was over and none of the Globalists were had escaped the fire of their attacks.

One of the attackers moved forward cautiously, followed closely by others. She pulled off a black stocking cap that had prevented her red hair from being seen by the Globalists. The young woman kicked the Captain over and saw he was dead and called back to her peers saying, “They are all dead, Zach.”

Zach Yost walked forward and clapped the young woman on the back and said, “That was good of you to knock out their commanding officer first, Rebecca.”

Rebecca nodded in acknowledgement and walked towards the truck, saying, “Let’s get their supplies and go.”

Zach replied simply, “Right.” He waved the soldiers behind him forward and they swarmed the trucks and pried them open. Zach saw that they were standing in astonishment instead of clambering into the trucks so he walked forward, saying, “What the hell are you waiting for?”

Zach walked around the corner of the truck and saw the men and women sitting in the back, staring at him fearfully. He was thunderstruck, but recovered quickly, saying, “I need all of you to go ahead and come out and stand on the side of the road here.”

The prisoners did not move at first, but one man got up and jumped out of the truck and did as Zach said. The other prisoners saw this and began to move as well until the truck was empty. There were other trucks with prisoners as well and they left their trucks as well at the urging of the other soldiers with Zach. There appeared to be about a hundred of them standing anxiously to side, waiting for something to do.

Zach turned to a tall black man and said, “What the hell are we supposed to do with them, Charles?”

“I don’t know,” Charles replied. “Have you seen Greg though? Maybe he would know.”

Zach looked around and said, “I don’t see him. I am going to ask one of them if they knew what the Globalists were doing.”

Zach strode purposefully to one of them, which happened to be the young man to have first left the truck. “Where were they taking you?”

The young man said, “Some camp. We all had been causing the Globalists too much trouble in Kansas City so they rounded us all up.”

Zach raised his eyebrows and asked, “Were any of you involved in an attack on the Globalists two years ago at Great Bend?”

There was a murmur of assent as one of the men exclaimed, “It’s Captain Zach Yost! I remember him from that attack in Great Bend! We’ve been rescued by the Continentals!”

There was a loud cheer from the prisoners as they knew for sure now that they were safe. Every one of the prisoners knew of that attack as many of them had been involved in it. The young man looked around wildly and suddenly saw who he was looking for. He rushed forwards and exclaimed, “Georgia!”

A young woman turned at the sound of her name and shouted in surprise, “Sam?!” She rushed forward and hugged Sam, saying, “Oh my God, Sam, I can’t believe you are here!”

Georgia let go and shouted, “Anne, get over here! Sam is here!”

Another young woman came forward and was ecstatic to see Sam there as she embraced him too. Sam broke off and said, “I think Evan is here somewhere. Is Rebecca with you?”

Georgia looked uncomfortable as she said, “Yeah…she’s somewhere.”

Sam saw Evan suddenly and shouted, “Evan, Georgia and Anne are here!”

Evan spotted them as well and walked forward, looking surprised, but grinning broadly. He gazed past them and saw Rebecca and shouted excitedly, “Rebecca!”

Rebecca saw the four of them and stared at them in shock, having momentarily been brought out of her hardened demeanor at the sight of Evan and Sam. She walked away from them, leaving Evan and Sam stunned. Sam turned to Georgia and asked, “What is the matter with her.”

Georgia still looked uncomfortable and said, “It is a long story.”

Sam noticed her discomfort and asked, “So this is the Continental Army, huh? Is Greg here? I have heard a lot about him.”

Georgia looked behind her towards the rocks in the road and pointed, saying, “That’s him.”

Greg Carlton was standing on one of the rocks, watching the scene unfold in front of him with indifference. He gazed past them and the rising Sun threw the long scar on the left side of his face into sharp relief. He glowered as he stared to the East, knowing that the enemy was ahead of him and wanting nothing more than to strike out of the mountains after them.

Zach finally spotted him and saw the look on his face and said to himself more than anyone, “Soon, Greg.”