Forgotten Forbidden America | Book 8 | Sin Consumed, page 1
part #8 of Forgotten Forbidden America Series
FORGOTTEN
FORBIDDEN
AMERICA
Sin Consumed
Book Eight
. . . . . . . .
THOMAS A. WATSON
Copyright © July 14, 2021
THOMAS A. WATSON
A-POC PRESS
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Hello, my friends
Like always, I’m sad to see a group I’ve imagined and that I’ve come to love reach the end of their journey. Like most stories there were parts cut out and this is the first series I’ve written that I changed the ending. Each story I do, the basic cast is outlined, the synopsis is built for the story, the places where the story happens, and then I write the ending to give me my goal.
No, I didn’t see most of the dramatic points with the exception of Gavin. I don’t know how the story gets there, only that it will. The ending here is much better than what I had originally because none of the main characters were in the original ending. This one has a much better closer. Before anyone asks, no. In my mind, Forgotten Forbidden America has reached its end. There will be no more.
Like many of you I’m sad we have reached the end of a journey, but the story is what I envisioned. A mother and father dealing with the loss of a child during war.
Without my family there would be no books because without them I have no inspiration. To Tina, thank you for all you do. To Janel and family, we will be coming to visit one day.
I’m not going to lie, this series was hard to do after the Sin Eaters emerged and no, I never saw the Sin Eaters when I outlined the story at the beginning. Nelson was just going to lead a group of killers, but that didn’t sit well with me. It was in the second book ‘Patriots Reborn’ where it came to me what Nelson would become.
Like you will read, I don’t think Sin Eaters are role models but they were born into a story I pray none ever have to experience. Freedom is to be cherished and none ever surrendered just for a false illusion of safety. I don’t believe those with money should have any say in what happens to others. Only those elected by honest elections should ever have a voice but they should remember, those elected SERVE those that elected them.
I’m not against the rich, but I am against those that want to rule this great nation. America doesn’t have RULERS, America has elected leaders.
Now, I present to you the final piece of Forgotten Forbidden America.
Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Epilogue
Chapter One
Wasting the night away…with racing
While Marshall was in Jesup, Georgia, Reaper was near Decatur, Alabama on the north side of Wheeler Lake set up outside a base operating from the airport. Looking at it, one would have a hard time believing there hadn’t been a military base there before the collapse. From what Oracle had sent, Reaper knew there were some thirty thousand troops assigned there, but half were manning checkpoints around the area because mean Sin Eaters were destroying stuff and killing feds, citizens or military, along with UN troops.
All the Sin Eaters were set up not a hundred yards from the chain-link fence that surrounded the base, back in a stand of trees. Like those on the base, the Sin Eaters were just trying to stay warm because as the sun neared the horizon the temperature had plummeted. Again, Reaper made another mental note to tell Oracle she’d done an excellent job in getting the extreme cold weather gear. Now in the season of freezing air, Reaper knew they would be doing very limited attacks. The cold weather gear they had gotten from contractors was good but it wasn’t extreme, which meant rated to forty below zero.
Reaper had already told the captains if it got to forty below, they were heading to Hades and just waiting until spring to come out again.
Easing up to the tree line, Reaper looked over the field behind the fence to see the lights of the runway and the base. He couldn’t hear the generators, but knew they were running because Phantom had already visited them. Despite a war going on and the area’s power supply being cut off, the base, like most federal areas, was lit up. Reaper surmised if one didn’t know better, the feds were scared of the dark because they always left the lights on.
“Won’t be long,” he breathed and glanced down at Zeus. “Still can’t believe Oracle got all the dogs winter coats,” he informed Zeus, but Zeus just looked through the fence at the lights of the base. Oracle had even gotten dog boots, but Reaper hadn’t put those on Zeus yet. Zeus was trained to wear a vest so the coat wasn’t new to him. Reaper could see Zeus chewing those boots off the first time he wasn’t looking, but if Zeus needed to wear them Reaper would tape the damn things on, which would only buy a few seconds before Zeus chewed the tape off to get at the boots.
“Come,” Reaper said, heading back to where they had set up. When he’d headed back to Hades to pass out the extreme cold weather gear and for the Sin Eaters to resupply, Reaper had caught Brandy’s speech on New Year’s Eve. Brandy had informed all federal citizens that any who tried to cross the line and reach the Republic would be shot on sight. They were free loaders, and if they were tired and hungry then they should tell Gifford, well, Brandy had called him ‘the little punk bitch’, to surrender and then they could join the Republic.
That was one thing Reaper didn’t know if he could’ve gotten Fern to do, even with threats. Republic citizens were living the high life compared to the federal citizens, but if enough free loaders managed to get through the line, that would hurt the food stores and strain the Republic.
Granted, Reaper never believed Brandy would get so blunt about it. In her speech, Brandy had told those citizens in the fed states to stay put and when, not if, they were freed by Republic troops, to raise their hands to show they weren’t a threat and all would be treated fairly and honestly. Something those in the fed states couldn’t say about how they’d treated patriots of the Republic. Because she was the president Brandy’s language wasn’t censored, and Reaper was positive she would go down in history as the first president to drop an F-bomb and repeatedly call Gifford and other officials ‘little bitches’ during a live broadcast.
The Republic Congress did release a statement that they were shocked, only with her choice of language, and would address the measure when they convened, but wouldn’t likely take action because Brandy was ‘Commander in Chief’. Reaper knew for a fact why Congress wouldn’t say anything. Brandy’s approval rating was even higher than Fern’s.
“Hope Brandy’s up for the rest,” Reaper said, reaching where they had set up. Two small tents were set up because they had to have them both to make sure no light escaped. Walking through two sets of flaps, for that very reason, Reaper saw five Sin Eaters sitting in front of laptops with R/C controllers on their desks.
“Oracle send message, all teams is set up,” Ubiytsa said, moving up beside Reaper. Looking over at his own laptop, Reaper saw the message at the bottom of the screen. What he really liked was what was on the screen, a live feed from a drone overhead. The very next day after the meeting with Brandy and the Sin Eaters, Oracle had offered Tasha, Ronald’s wife, a spot in the Choir and she’d taken it, becoming Psychic. Amber and Curt from Dallas’ family were also recruited, becoming Diviner and Augur.
The next night when he was heading back to Hades, Reaper could tell Oracle had help and felt really guilty for not offering to let Oracle expand earlier. As of now, the Sin Eaters had three stealth UAVs overhead and Reaper still had no idea how Oracle had taken them from the Republic.
Sitting down in his chair, Reaper turned to Pain and Misery, who were sitting at desks beside his. Both could drive R/C cars and had beat him during the trials, but Misery was one of the best. The holder of top driver belonged to Viper, though. That kid could drive two R/C cars at the same time and beat everyone he was racing, taking first and second place. Even though Viper was the best among the Sin Eaters, Reaper knew of one who could’ve beaten Viper.
Feeling a rush of adrenaline that was out of place, Pain tried to get comfortable in her chair. It was the uniqueness of this attack that was giving her and many of the other drivers a rush. Leaning back to look at Reaper’s screen with the drone feed, “Reaper, just why in the hell do you feel the need to taunt Marshall?” she blurted out, not able to hold it in anymore. “He doesn’t worry me, but I agree with Havoc, it’s a lot of effort that I don’t see paying off.”
Keeping his eyes on the UAV thermal feed of the base, Reaper gave a curt laugh. “I want all of those in the upper ranks of the feds to be accustomed to doing what I tell them to do.”
Taking that in, Pain slowly turned back to her screen. “Whoa,” she mumbled. “Talk about going for the gold.”
“Once you live inside your enemy’s mind rent free, you can control his moves before he even organizes a strategy,” Reaper explained.
Having read more books since she had become a Sin Eater than in her previous life, Pain racked her brain trying to think of who Reaper was quoting. “Who said that? It sounds new,” Pain asked.
“I did,” Reaper answered. “If your enemy isn’t always thinking of you to the point of obsession, he can actually hurt you.”
Mulling that over, Pain started feeling relaxed again. “I thought the goal was to win each battle before it began,” she finally said.
Studying the thermal view on his laptop, Reaper grinned seeing lines of troops heading to the mess hall for supper. “It is, but I differ from other historians like Sun Tzu. My technique is to wipe out their army before it can even take the field. Destroy all hope among the population, and killing as many as possible is the main goal to show those in charge they control nothing, and demonstrate nothing can stop the Sin Eaters. No matter what sin we must consume to obliterate the enemy,” Reaper answered.
Listening in on the conversation, “Holy crap,” Misery gasped. All the broadcasts Reaper had put out filtered through her mind. In nearly every one, Reaper showed troops or citizens getting killed by Sin Eaters. Stalin had once said, ‘Killing one person is a tragedy, killing a million is only a statistic’. Reaper was proving that was wrong. By showing the deaths, each one weakened the feds and showed the population that Sin Eaters killed at will no matter what sin needed to be consumed.
Reaching up and tapping his cellphone, “Odin, this is Reaper. Are you set?” Reaper called out.
“We’ve been set up for an hour, Reaper. My dick is frozen to the ground,” Odin responded.
“Hey, you’re the one who wanted to do this,” Reaper shot back because this part of the plan had all come from Odin and Thor. After listening to it, Reaper had agreed and told all groups to set up those trained by Odin and Thor because it didn’t affect the original plan and actually ensured it would succeed. “Don’t kick off until the first set goes off,” Reaper told him.
“Copy, Odin out.”
Looking at the screen, Reaper saw there weren’t lines outside the targeted mess halls. “All right. Crank ‘em up and let ‘em loose,” he said, and the ten Sin Eaters sitting at desks picked up R/C controllers. Reaching over, Reaper flipped a switch that turned on the transmitter for the remote-controlled cars. The signal was sent through a directional antenna into the base and used the antennas in the base to operate the cars.
Near the fence, ten R/C vehicles took off traveling along the fence because the grass was too tall out in the fields around the airport. The remote vehicles could move through it, but the camera wasn’t high enough to see over the grass and it would’ve been real easy for them to get separated.
Reaching a road that fed into the runway, the vehicles formed up in three lines. None had the fiberglass body anymore, so they were really just remote vehicles. Two in the front were a very small 1/20 remote chassis, the Sin Eaters called them ‘Tiny’. Despite the size they were the fastest, with each hitting thirty-five miles per hour and pulling further ahead. Seven of the others were 1/10, what they called ‘Regular’, and the last was a large 1/8 or ‘Bigun’, and it was the slowest, struggling to maintain twenty miles an hour.
The Tiny vehicles darted off the runway taking a road between the hangars with four of the Regulars following them. There were a few soldiers walking about heading back to barracks who saw the remote-controlled cars speeding past, but didn’t think anything of it. Once more the pack split, with two of the Regular cars following the other Tiny deeper into the base.
Viper was driving one of the Tiny cars and poured on the power, pulling away from the two remote cars following him that were being driven by the sisters. On his screen he saw his target and watched a soldier jump out of the way, but Viper wasn’t even close to hitting him. Slowing slightly as he hit the handicap ramp, Viper guided the car toward the double doors and when he was mere feet away, Viper flipped a toggle switch and his screen went blank.
A small three-pound charge on the Tiny car detonated with a dull thud. As far as explosions it wasn’t that spectacular, but it wasn’t meant to be. The concussive force shoved the door frame inward into the mess hall and those inside dove to the floor.
Misery’s car was next and she never slowed as she hit the ramp full speed and grinned, watching on the screen as her car went airborne. Clearing the breezeway, the car hit the door laying on the ground inside and bounced hard but with the fifteen-pound charge the vehicle was carrying, it didn’t bounce high. Shooting off the door, Misery saw bodies on the floor and steered her car under the closest long table. Speeding under it until she reached an aisle, she dodged a soldier who was getting up off the floor and headed under the next table, speeding deeper into the mess hall.
At the door, Pain’s car sped in because she’d slowed just so her car wouldn’t catch air. “I’m in,” Pain sang out, driving deeper inside.
“Now,” Misery called out and both flipped toggles. Two fifteen-pound thermobaric charges went off inside the packed mess hall. The hall was packed because it was warm and there was food inside. There was a visitation center on the base but after the Sin Eaters had started making soldiers ‘Ride the Rod’, nobody went to it anymore.
Inside the closed building, the charges were devastating as the shockwave radiated outward. Over ninety percent of those inside died outright and the few who lived lost hearing and eyesight when their eyes literally ruptured from the shockwave, but neither sister saw this as they swapped controllers to guide another attack in.
Before the next mess hall exploded, Odin and Thor opened up with their 20mm Lahtis. Their targets were eleven UAVs parked on the tarmac away from the jets. Most were the newer Predators, but there was also a Reaper drone and a high-altitude Global Hawk. Being only six hundred yards away, the UAVs were damn near point blank to Odin and Thor. Each would send five rounds into a drone while their spotter changed out the magazine so they didn’t have to crank the bolt to cock it.
As the drones parked on the tarmac were slaughtered one at a time, the other three Regular cars had split up as chaos descended on the base. One headed straight for the TOC (Tactical Operation Center) that ran the base and military in the area. Unable to get inside, the vehicle detonated its fifteen-pound charge at the door, but that still took out the TOC.
Another Regular car reached two fuel tanks and detonated. This explosion was felt miles away and leveled nearby buildings. The last Regular pulled under the water tower. Across the lake, the Sin Eaters had taken out those in the town but had left this one. When the car detonated it took out two of the legs, causing the tower to give low groans as the metal stretched and bent. After leaning fifteen degrees off-center, there was a loud ‘pop and tang’ as the metal gave way and the tower crashed down, rupturing the tank and sending a torrent of water into the base.
