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  The Plan

  How the Bug Out! War Began

  Excepts from Bug Out! and Bug Out! Texas

  Preview of Bug Out! California

  Robert G Boren

  Contents

  Forward from the Author

  Chapter 1 – The Plan - The Attack

  Chapter 2 – The Plan - The Visit

  Chapter 3 – The Plan - The Secretary

  Chapter 4 – The Plan - Pool Party

  Chapter 5 – The Plan - Shall Not Be Infringed

  Chapter 6 – The Plan - Venezuela and Mexico

  Chapter 7 – The Plan - Logistics

  Chapter 8 – The Plan - Dangerous Road

  Chapter 9 – The Plan - Tarmac Meeting

  Chapter 10 – The Plan - Hunted

  Chapter 11 – The Plan - Chips

  Chapter 12 – The Plan - A Toast

  Chapter 13 - Bug Out! - Lock Down and Leave

  Chapter 14 - Bug Out! - Eastbound and Down

  Chapter 15 - Bug Out! - Goodbye California

  Chapter 16 - Bug Out! - Run from the Border

  Chapter 17 - Bug Out! Texas – Soft Target

  Chapter 18 – Bug Out! Texas - Austin Insanity

  Chapter 19 – Bug Out! Texas - Falcon Reservoir

  Chapter 20 – Bug Out! Texas - Closed Door Meeting

  Chapter 21 – Bug Out! California - Dulzura Full-Timers

  Chapter 22 – Bug Out! California - The Range

  Chapter 23 – Bug Out! California - South Bay Mayhem

  Chapter 24 – Bug Out! California - Watchers

  Copyright - About the Author

  Forward from the Author

  This book is part new material and part teaser for the various “Bug Out” Series. These books are about an invasion of the USA by several foreign powers, aided by traitors in the Federal Government and State Governments.

  The first twelve chapters make up a novella called The Plan, which details how the war depicted in “Bug Out!” and “Bug Out! Texas” was planned and started. This is the complete novella, never before published in the Kindle Store.

  The next section contains the first four chapters from the first series - Bug Out! This is followed by the first four chapters from the second series - Bug Out! Texas.

  The final section contains the first four chapters from a new series currently in work - Bug Out! California. This series will be offered in the Kindle store starting in late 2017.

  The three series show the war from three different perspectives and three different locations. The main characters are different for each, with the exception of a few characters who are in all of the books, including The Plan.

  There are differences in tone and focus in the three series.

  Bug Out! , the first series, is about a couple who flee Southern California in their motor home as that region becomes more and more dangerous. Frank Johnson, the main character, is a genius who develops a unique way to stop the enemy. This book contains lots of action, as the characters are chased through the Southwest by a dangerous enemy who knows Frank has the technical capability to destroy them. There is some focus on the RV lifestyle in this first series, which is complete and available in the Kindle Store.

  Bug Out! Texas , the second series, is about the war in Texas. There is more focus on action and romance. It’s chock-full of crazy battle scenes and “Mad Max” style vehicles and tactics. This series is not yet completed. At the time of this writing, Books One through Seven are available in the Kindle Store. I plan on writing six more books for this series.

  Bug Out! California , the final series, is about the war in California, which is a pilot state for the Martial Law lockdown being planned by the Federal Government. The focus is on the excesses of government and the dangers of global governance to human liberty.

  As an author, I am always grateful for you, the reader, and hope you enjoy the entire series of books. Even though we all sincerely hope the events as described in each Bug Out! series should ever remain fiction, it is only our vigilance and awareness that can assure this.

  Robert Boren

  January 2017

  The Plan

  How the Bug Out! War Began

  Robert Boren

  Chapter 1 – The Plan - The Attack

  “Sir, there’s a dangerous-looking group heading this way,” Captain Armstrong said, rushing up the stairs to the meeting room. He was in full assault gear, holding his rifle. “We should leave now. This facility isn’t defendable.”

  “No embassy is defendable,” Ambassador Rodgers said. “Relax. I’ve already got a request for backup in with the State department. They’ll be along soon. Just go keep an eye out. I can’t take off until we’ve completed this meeting.”

  “Yes sir,” Captain Armstrong said.

  Ambassador Rodgers watched the Captain rush back down the stairs, have a quick conversation on the mezzanine with several others on the security detail, and then go down to the ground floor. The security men fanned out along the windows over the courtyard. Rodgers returned to the meeting room and sat at the head of the table. There were two Libyan officials, two State Department analysts, and an Islamic Cleric sitting in the room.

  “Do we need to be worried?” asked Zac Greely, the younger of the analysts. He pulled on his tie, trying to loosen it in the muggy heat of the early evening.

  “Relax, Zac,” said the other analyst, an older man with a knowing grin named Charles Henderson. “You’ll get used to this. Comes with the territory.”

  The smaller Libyan official, a high-bred young man named Ibrahim, looked up from his cellphone screen. “I’ve got good sources in the Libyan fundamentalist community. The crowd that’s coming isn’t part of that community. It’s somebody else. They think it’s remnants of the Libyan Palace Guard, funded by the Iranians.”

  The other Libyan official shook his head. He was older, in more traditional dress than Ibrahim. His name was Khaled. “Rumors. They’re covering for themselves. It’s the radical Imams again. All they want is chaos. It helps them recruit.”

  Ambassador Rodgers eyed Khaled. “Ibrahim is getting real time info off his phone. He’s right more often than you are, Khaled. Maybe we ought to be listening.”

  The cleric, wearing a white robe with a round hat, rubbed his beard and listened, eyes glazing over. He shook his head.

  “You have something to add, Saladin?” Ambassador Rodgers asked.

  “We need to leave now,” he said in a perfect British accent. “Ibrahim is right. Think about it. Why would the Jihadi community want to shut down this operation? It’s running guns to their side.”

  “Exactly,” Ibrahim said.

  Zac nodded in agreement. “We ought to be shredding documents right now. If this gets out, it’ll impact the election.”

  “Cool your jets,” Charles said. “We’ll have to dodge some rocks and bottles. Big deal.”

  Ibrahim looked up from his phone again. “They’ve got RPGs and grenades. AK-47s too. I’m out of here.”

  “Well?” Saladin asked, eyeing the Ambassador.

  “Leave if you need to,” Rodgers said. “I’ll call the Secretary’s office again and find out where the hell our Marines are.”

  Saladin got up and nodded to everybody, then slipped out the door and ran down the hallway to the back stairs.

  “Shall we start shredding?” Zac asked.

  “This is ridiculous,” Charles said.

  “I’ll be right back,” Rodgers said, rushing into the hallway. He could hear the crowd coming up the street as he hit the Secretary’s contact and put the phone to his ear. It rang several times and then clicked.

  “I’m sorry, the Secretary is unreachable a
t this time,” the polite female voice said.

  “This is an emergency,” Rodgers said. “This is the Ambassador in Libya. We are about to come under attack in one of our annex buildings. We need the Marines here pronto. Please make sure that message gets to the Secretary and the other agencies.”

  “Yes sir,” the woman said. “Keep your phone on.”

  “Will do,” Rodgers said. He ended the call and returned to the meeting room. Ibrahim was packing up his laptop. “You leaving, Ibrahim?”

  “Judging by the look on your face, you got nowhere,” Ibrahim said. “I’m out of here. It’s in their interest to let us get killed. You should be really worried, given your persuasion.”

  “That’s over the line,” Charles said.

  “They throw gay people off buildings here, remember?” Ibrahim said. “I still don’t get why they stationed you here. Too risky.” He picked up his laptop case and rushed out the door.

  “Can I start shredding now?” Zac asked.

  Rodgers sighed. “Yes, go ahead, and make it snappy.”

  There was gunfire outside.

  “Dammit,” Zac said. “That wasn’t rocks and bottles, Chucky. It’s already too late.” He rushed out of the room, heading for the stairs.

  There was an explosion outside, then the sound of debris falling around the courtyard.

  “What the hell was that?” Rodgers asked, rushing out of the room. He looked out the window in time to see another explosion, blowing up what was left of the wall next to the front gate.

  “Get away from the window sir,” one of the security team shouted. “We need to evacuate.”

  Captain Armstrong rushed up the stairs. “Start shooting at them, while I sneak the Ambassador outta here.”

  “On it,” the nearest security man said. He shot out the window and then took aim at the fighters on the ground who were getting into position for a final assault.

  Machine gun fire blew through the windows along the front wall. A security man’s head blew up, splattering blood and brains all the way over to Rodgers.

  “Oh my God,” he cried. “Let’s hurry! C’mon, Charles!”

  Charles left the meeting room. “Where’s Zac?” He rushed by a window to look out when another volley of machine gun fire hit, slamming into his chest and neck. He crumpled to the ground dead.

  “Chuck!” Rodgers yelled, trembling with shock.

  “Dammit!” Captain Armstrong yelled. “To the tunnel. Now!”

  Rodgers started down the stairs as the security detail fired out the windows. He turned back towards the stairs before he ducked into the corridor. “Khaled, better come now!”

  Khaled got up slowly, a wicked grin on his face. “This is for you, Muammar.” He rushed downstairs and turned towards the front door instead of the corridor to the tunnel.

  “Sir, don’t open that door!” Captain Armstrong yelled.

  Khaled pulled open the doors and motioned to one of the attackers, who ran over amidst the smoke and fire outside. Armstrong saw Khaled whisper in the man’s ear and nod his head towards the back of the building.

  “You piece of crap!” Armstrong yelled. He fired his weapon, killing Khaled but missing the attacker, who slipped out of sight. “Son of a bitch.” He turned and ran down the corridor to the tunnel, stopping at the records room where Zac was still shredding.

  “Zac, come right now,” Armstrong yelled. “Leave that. The building is gonna burn down anyway.”

  “I can’t,” Zac said, shredding in a panic.

  “NOW! Khaled opened the front door. We’re gonna have company in about two seconds.”

  Zac’s eyes flashed terror as he dropped the documents and ran to Armstrong. They got into the tunnel, Armstrong closing and bolting the heavy steel door. Muffled explosions and gunfire continued.

  “Where’s Khaled?” Rodgers asked.

  “I just shot him,” Armstrong said as he rushed past him. “He told one of the attackers about the tunnel. C’mon. We’ll be lucky to beat them to the exit.”

  “Oh no,” Rodgers yelled as he ran, trying to catch up. Zac was right behind him. “What about your other men?”

  “They’re gonna die,” Armstrong said as he ran.

  They got to the end of the tunnel. Armstrong put his head to the door, listening.

  “Anybody?” Zac asked.

  “Can’t tell,” Armstrong said. “Here goes nothing.” He opened the door and peered out. “It’s clear. Let’s go!”

  The men slipped out the door and ran to a side street leading away from the annex. A louder explosion went off behind them.

  “They just blew the tunnel door,” Rodgers said.

  The three men ran around a blind corner, where they ran into several men, rifles pointed at them.

  “You go somewhere?” asked the lead man in a thick Libyan accent. “I don’t think so.”

  Armstrong reached for his weapon but was shot. He fell to the ground. The men took hold of Zac and Ambassador Rodgers.

  “You going to die slow, fornicator,” the attacker said as he dragged Rodgers along.

  “What about this one?” another attacker asked, nodding at Zac.

  “Let him go. Let him tell others. We got who we wanted.”

  The man smiled at Zac and released him. “You run home little boy.”

  Zac turned to Rodgers, who nodded. Then he ran into a dark street.

  “Now we gonna have some real fun,” the attacker said to Rodgers. He elbowed Rodgers in the side of the head, blood spurting out of his nose and mouth. “No, you don’t pass out yet.”

  A mob was approaching from both sides of the street, yelling and chanting, holding up their weapons.

  Chapter 2 – The Plan - The Visit

  The cell was dark. Zac woke up when the door clanked open.

  “Looks like your government cares about you after all,” the guard said.

  Zac was too shell-shocked to speak. He’d been beaten unconscious in the street by angry Libyans as he tried to flee from the embassy. How long had it been?

  “Leave us,” a man said. Zac looked up, squinting to see his face.

  “Who are you?” Zack asked.

  “Never mind,” the man said. “Do you know what happened last week?”

  “Oh, my God, it’s been a week?” Zac asked.

  “Almost,” the man said. “Tell me what happened.”

  “Why? Don’t you already know?” Zac asked. “Why am I still here?”

  “You’ll be out of here soon,” the man said. “Trust me. Relations with Libya are difficult at the moment, as you might imagine.”

  “Who are you? State Department? CIA? NSA?”

  “It’s not important,” the man said. “The walls have ears. Quit pressing me. Answer my question.”

  Zac sighed and got up, heading to the bars of his cell.

  “What are you doing?” the man asked, backing up to stay in the shadows.

  “I like to see who I’m talking to,” Zac said.

  “Sorry,” the man said. “Not happening this time. Just remember I’m on your side.”

  “This isn’t adding up,” Zac said.

  “The sooner we can have our talk, the sooner you’ll be out of here.”

  Zac shook his head and went back to his cot, sitting down.

  The man came back to the bars. “Go ahead.”

  “It’s a pretty short story,” Zac said. “It happened really fast. We were having a meeting about the operation.”

  “Who was there?”

  “My boss Charles, two Libyan nationals who’d been working with us, and that creep named Saladin. And Ambassador Rodgers, of course. What happened to him? Did he survive?”

  “That’s classified,” the man said. “What were you discussing?”

  “The transfer of Libyan weapons to the Syrian resistance,” Zac said. “You should already know about the meeting. The Secretary set it up.”

  “Yes, just getting the background from an eyewitness. Trying to learn why things wen
t wrong. You understand.”

  “I’d understand better if I knew who you were,” Zac said. “You sound like military.”

  “Like I said, the walls have ears, so drop it,” the man said.

  “What else do you want to know?” Zac asked.

  “What kind of weapons did the attackers have?”

  “Damn, you guys don’t know anything, do you? Didn’t anybody else survive?”

  “Again, that’s classified,” the man said. “Answer the question.”

  “RPGs. Grenades. Machine guns. Who knows what else. It wasn’t just an angry mob. Oh, and there was an insider who helped the attackers.”

  “He was in the meeting?”

  “Yeah,” Zac said. “Khaled. One of the Libyan advisors.”

  “Any idea why?”

  “My guess is that he was a loyalist to the leader we took out,” Zac said.

  “What happened to him?”

  “Captain Armstrong shot him after he opened the front door and whispered something to an attacker.”

  “I see. What happened next?”

  “I was downstairs shredding documents. The Ambassador and Captain Armstrong rushed by and grabbed me.”

  “What about the other State Department official?”

  “Charles? He died on the way to the stairs, shot through the front window.”

  “The others didn’t go down the tunnel with you guys?”

  “Ibrahim, the other Libyan, left before the wall was breeched.”

  “Was he in on it?” the man asked.

  “No,” Zac said. “He was the one who told us it wasn’t the Jihadists.”

  “How did he know that?”

  “Social media,” Zac said. “He was on his phone when it was starting.”

  “I see, What about Saladin?”

  Zac chuckled. “That slimy creep was the first one to split.”

  “You think he had anything to do with the attack?”

  “Why would he?” Zac asked. “We were running guns to his guys in Syria. It was in his interest to keep the operation going. Hell, it was mostly his idea.”

  The hallway door opened. “Hey, my friend, there’s others coming. You’d better leave now. Come.”