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Chapter 7: The Only Easy Day Was Yesterday
April 2020
Granger knocked on the door in front of him, a strong “Enter!” barked from the other side. Granger walked into the office standing at ease, Derek and his men standing beside him. This base was more military than Serrano Point was, the only place Derek had been that was even close was Cheyenne Mountain, CO, and the Air Force jockeys owned that base. It was where the Resistance’s main nerve center, hospital, hydroponics, labs, basically everything was. It was also where Connor resided with his family most of the year, until the snow started falling. Then he’d hop the “subway” as it was jokingly referred to and come back to California.
The man that stood behind the desk was well over six feet tall, weighing in close to 220. He had tan skin, black hair, eyes so dark brown they looked black. He wore the same woodland cammies as Granger, but Derek recognized the patch above his U.S. Navy tape on his blouse. It was the SEALs trident; hell everyone who lived before J-day knew that symbol. Those guys were famous heroes who brought down terrorists like Saddam Hussein and Osama Bin Laden. They were the best of the best, and to acquire some of these guys would give the Resistance an edge they desperately needed.
“At ease gentlemen, we’re all on the same side here. Dismissed Granger.” The voice had an accent to it that Derek had never heard before, northern, but a touch of something else. This warrior was definitely the man in charge of the base, he oozed authority.
“Senior Chief Matthew Redelk. I’m the guy that got in touch with your General Perry to get you boys down here to take part of my battalion back with you. We are ready to join the bigger picture of the war, and do our part.” Senior Chief Redelk stuck out his hand, Derek took it finding his hand in a vice grip of a handshake.
“First Lieutenant Derek Reese 132^nd S.O.C, -Tech Com. Just what do you mean by that Sir? Take part of your battalion back with us and do your part? I’m pretty well clueless so to why we are here. I’m just following Perry’s orders from Connor.” Derek couldn’t be anything but respectful to the man in front of him. He was easily Derek’s father’s age, (or at least the age he would be now if he hadn’t died during J-day) but looked closer to Derek’s age. His uniform and rank commanded respect, that much Chandler did tell him before they rolled out.
“I mean I’m packing up my own bags, my best Seabees, my best Doc, and a few of my SEALs, along with any supplies you want from my base and going with you back to your base. I am formally turning over command of CBC Port Hueneme to the Resistance. It’s time we kicked some metal ass as a team and you guys need the resources we have here. I’ve done a bit of my own recon around these parts; we are doing better than 90% of what’s out there. I’m willing to share that to be a part of the bigger picture.” Redelk’s voice filled the small office; he made sure no one missed a word of what he was saying.
Redelk was being extremely generous turning over what he had command of. He wasn’t anything like the warlords they had to barter with to get what they needed. This guy was willing to hand over everything he had, everything he had rebuilt, along with precious troops and supplies for a chance to fight as a team. This was big, Derek was sure no one in his chain of command knew just how big.
“Sir, if you would, give me an idea of what we are looking at here? From what I gathered from Granger on the way in here you guys are pretty well off, and have a lot of resources, not to mention personnel we could use. I’m not quite grasping the gravity of the situation.” Derek tried his best not to offend the man and lose the deal, but there was no knowing what he really had to offer.
Redelk laughed deep, as he came around the desk standing in front of Derek. The weight of his authority was heavier with him towering over Derek; he had a good seven inches on him. Redelk clapped Derek’s shoulder “Hell kid, no reason to tell you when I can show you. Follow me.” With that Derek stepped out into the hallway, following Redelk through a series of tunnels that grew larger as they walked, some were even large enough to drive Jeeps through.
There was a Jeep waiting for them, a driver sat reading through a handful of papers. Redelk jumped into the passenger seat, “Hop on in boys, it’s a long walk around the base. Easier to ride than walk.” Sayles gave Derek the “wtf?” look; Derek just shrugged his shoulders and stepped into the back of the Jeep. The driver put the Jeep in gear and started driving, Redelk started talking, and Derek had no trouble hearing what he had to say as they passed through huge rooms built underground holding everything from weapons warehouses, to a warehouse that held live animals, another held food and living supplies.
Redelk explained how they came across everything, which after the bombs had dropped the Seabee battalions that survived banded together and started digging out. All of the tunnel system had been in place since 1944, the Seabees that survived J-day added on the warehouses, the housing, the infirmary, everything was underground. They stopped in a shop where men were working on trucks, Jeeps, Humvee’s, more MRAP’s, all kinds of military vehicles painted flat black. Derek recognized Granger working on an MRAP, his face covered in grease and oil.
“Everything here we have built ourselves, stripped from topside, or bartered for from other Seabee units. We have water, livestock, food, facilities for washing laundry. Everyone works together. Seabees are one big family. Joining up with you guys would be beneficial to both parties.” The Jeep stopped outside the infirmary, easily recognizable from the caduceus on the wall. Redelk steps out which Derek took as his cue to follow.
The clean smells of the infirmary reach Derek’s nose first, then something more subtle underneath it, something floral, feminine, and soft. He could feel his heart stop for a second, like a small part of him died inside. It reminded him of his parents’ house before J-day, his Dad would bring his Mom flowers every time he came home from deployment. They always sat in the kitchen in a vase; Derek’s mom carefully tended them until they eventually died. Derek could feel his eyes starting to tear up, but he quickly blinked them away before anyone could see. Derek’s Dad was in Afghanistan when J-day struck; his Mom was in the house when Derek and Kyle rushed in yelling about the missiles flying overhead. They made it to the Los Angeles City Hall when the world burned. Derek’s mom died shortly after from sickness. Derek always thought she had lost the will to live without his Dad being there to protect them like he always had. Derek raised Kyle on his own after that, all they had was each other.
Derek followed Redelk through the rooms, walking into a store room, floor to ceiling neat and tidy filled with medical supplies. “Chief you in here?”Redelk called out into the vast room.
A strong feminine voice called back “I’ll be up in just a minute. Hang on!” Within a few minutes a woman appeared from between the aisles. Her dark brown hair was pulled back into a regulation bun; her cammies fit her in all the right places, clean and tight. Her eyes were what caught Derek’s attention, deep green, intelligent but yet a little sad. She was beautiful, more beautiful than anything Derek had seen lately.
“Gentlemen meet my daughter, Chief Enve Granger. She is the Chief Medical Officer of this facility. Enve, this is Lt. Derek Reese, we will be leaving with his team once things are ready.” It was clearly evident that Redelk was proud of his daughter and what she had become.
Enve offered her hand, “Welcome to my office guys, let me show you around a bit.” Derek took her hand in his, her grip was firm yet supple. She had that look to her that she was a hardened soldier, but yet a woman underneath it all. Enve smiled when she shook Derek’s hand, her Dad had raised her well after her mother died from cancer when she was 14.
Enve squeezed past her father and Derek’s crew to show them around. Derek caught the floral scent coming off of Enve; it took everything within him not to break down right there. His senses were filled with beauty, something he never thought he would find in this hell.
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