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Port Arthur one way or the other. Most left within the legal system, but some were taken out to the Gulf and dropped overboard with chains wrapped around them. Only a select few knew about the methods used to purge the town of all of the bad guys, but everyone in town loved the results. They still had the usual small town problems with wife beaters, DUIs and car wrecks, but there hadn’t been a violent crime in over four years when the shit hit the fan.
    The night that TSHTF found the Mayor sound asleep during a major rainstorm. There was some fool pounding on his door. He woke up and remembered one large lightning bolt that rattled the windows and shook the house. He tried to turn the lights on and there was no power. He looked at the alarm clock and it was blank. He grabbed his Glock, threw on a robe and told his wife to wake up and get dressed. He peaked through the spy hole, saw Chief Charlie at the door and told him to come in to the house.
    “Mayor, we have been attacked. Some SOB has nuked the whole country.”
    The Mayor responded, “Now Charlie, calm down. Are you sure about this and by the way how do you know that we were attacked?”
    “First, my officers saw several jet planes fall out of the sky at the same time. Second, there is no power and most cars won’t start. Several of my guys were driving down the road when their patrol cars just died. They got out of the cars and saw the planes falling to the ground. One hit in the middle of Groves and wiped out most of downtown. I think we were nuked with EMP devices and God knows what else. We need to put our plan into action now.”
    “Okay, Charlie, round up the city council and our town leaders and let’s get moving. We should have about two to three days to get fully up to speed with our plan."
     
     
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Chapter 3
 
The DHS
 
North of the Alabama Border
 
May 28, 2020
     
     
                  The team had cautiously pulled up to Tom’s shot up pickup. Tom was on his knees giving first aid to Sam. Tom looked up and saw the team getting out of their trucks and running towards him.
                  He yelled, “Do you have anything to stop the bleeding?" Several yelled back at him to keep pressure on the wound.
                  He replied, “No shitting Sherlock! Now get me something to stop the bleeding.”
                  Beth came running and pushed through the group and dropped to her knees beside Tom. She ripped open a package and told Tom to move his hand off the wound. She poured half the contents on the bullet hole. She then placed a wad of gauze on the wound and told Tom to put pressure on it. She then lifted Sam’s shoulder and performed the same process on the exit wound. Beth took a pill from a bottle and made Sam swallow it with a drink from her canteen.
    Beth told Sam, “That was a pretty strong pain killer and you will sleep for several hours.”
    She told the group that Sam would live, but may have a lot of shoulder pain the rest of his life. She told Tom that the bullet had a clean entrance and small exit wound.
    John added, “Looks like a .223 wound, but must be military from the small exit wound. A hunting bullet would have left a hole that you could put your fist through."
    Tom looked at his son and said, “I love you son and I’ll kick your ass if you die on me.”
    Sam squeezed his dad’s hand and passed out. Beth had Sam loaded into the back of one of the five-ton trucks where she and one of the ladies could tend to him. Tom joined them and said several prayers for God to spare his son’s life.
    Beth made Tom calm down and let her examine him against his protests. He only had a few cuts on his face and neck from the shattered window during the ambush. Beth prayed that she would not have to nurse many more wounded friends and relatives.
    John asked several of the men to gather the weapons and bury the DHS goons. He went to the Humvees and quickly decided to take them back to the