Islands of Rage and Hope (eARC) (15 page)

"Put in a requisition for them," Sophia said. "Okay, food, yeah, we can probably scavenge. But we need a base supply. Enough for the unit for, say, thirty days..."

"...atoll is zombie free, mates. We're setting up best we can. Got the gennies running anyway and we've got a functioning
loo
! What a blessing it is to sit on porcelain again! Any bloody ammo is appreciated so we can start clearing..."

From:
Collected Radio Transmissions of The Fall

University of the South Press 2053

"I need to admit something, sir," Faith said as Colonel Hamilton perused the operations and logistics report.

"You got help?" Hamilton asked.

"Sophia was working on some of the same stuff, sir," Faith said. "So we put our heads together on it. And some of the number crunching, I...delegated. I
could
do it, sir, with a computer at least, but I was trying to figure out
what
numbers had to be crunched, sir. But I figured out
most
of it myself, sir. And the rest was mostly Sophia asking questions. But I did get help, yes, sir."

"That's a lot of 'buts,' Lieutenant," Hamilton said. "Which is understandable. If you'd tried to figure this out yourself from first cause it would have taken you a month, I'm sure. It would have taken any second lieutenant a month. Well, most. I agree on your three initial targets. I'd even say the 'maybes' like St. Croix are doable if we're given enough time. You want to take five-tons?"

"I hadn't worked with them until we got here, sir," Faith said. "They really are the thing for land clearance. We can probably do it with scrounged transport. But the five-tons are way better, sir. They've got the gun mount and ground clearance. I've gotten stuck on bodies more than once in the Canaries, sir. It's not just that you're stuck with a wave of infected coming at you. It's... There's a lot of really raunchy stuff about this job, sir, but spinning out on bodies is high on the list, sir."

"Duly noted," Hamilton said. "I'll put it in consideration. Did you happen to give consideration to how to transport them, Lieutenant?"

"All of these islands have ferry docks, sir," Faith said. "Some of them are smaller than others. We'd have to find, survey and man a small ferry. But even a small truck ferry could carry at least two five-tons, sir."

"I'll take that up with Commander Chen," Hamilton said. "It has merit. Your estimate for ammunition consumption is, I think, low. What's it based on?"

"The Canaries, sir," Faith said. "We compared the population, pre-Plague, of the towns to our ammo usage and then carried it over to the pre-Plague populations of the local towns. That's the ground combat rounds. Soph and I both worked on that as well. I took all the ammo and batteries and Soph took the other consumables."

"The point is, we used
six
times as much ammo in terms of similar conditions in Iraq," Colonel Hamilton said, looking up. "Are you saying our current forces, undertrained as they are, are that much
better
?"

"Uh..." Faith said, thinking about it. "Zombies don't duck, sir?"

Colonel Hamilton regarded her evenly for a moment, looked at the spreadsheet, looked back.

"Point again taken, Lieutenant," Hamilton said. "The ROWPUs?"

"We always need more water, sir," Faith said. "And I think that's on the Navy side anyway, sir."

"I am in the unusual position of being a Marine officer in charge of a Naval expedition," Hamilton said. "So I have a similar report from, as you put, the Navy side. Did Sophia conceive the idea?"

"I...I sort of said we should take them, sir," Faith said nervously. "I mean, they're just sitting there, sir. Sophia asked about water 'cause it's always a problem for the boats. I don't really think about it since the boats supply it but she had a point."

"And again I'll take it under consideration," Hamilton said. "It's not a bad report. I'm going to tweak some of the numbers based on gut, red-line it and compile it with the Navy side for requisitioning. As I said, I agree with your assessment of the best objectives. Next: the captain wishes us to be able to arm the residents of the islands against the potential of, well, pirates as well as any remaining infected."

"Yes, sir," Faith said.

"There are apparently remaining weapons on the
Iwo
but it's not worth our time going back to get them," Hamilton said. "Especially since there's a source closer to hand, if a bit...unpleasant. So we're going to scavenge."

"The weapons of the...fallen on the base, sir?" Faith said.

"Yes," Hamilton said. "Wellington once said the only thing that could be worse than a battle won must be a battle lost. The truth, I think, is the opposite. The losers don't see the results whereas we
do
. I'm not sure it's the best conditions for you to get to know your new platoon, short as it is. But that is your next mission. Round up your platoon and go scavenge all the weapons and magazines you can find on the base."

"Yes, sir," Faith said.

"As you're doing so, see which are still functional, clean them up and when we clear an island issue them to what seem to be trustworthy locals," Hamilton said. "Any questions?"

"Just one, sir," Faith said. "It's...um...fourteen hundred. Should we start today, continue at night or start in the morning, sir?"

"Start this afternoon, at the very least figuring out how," Hamilton said. "Staff Sergeant Barnard is familiar with the base and it's always a good idea to listen to input from your NCOs. But I'd like you to at least get started today. Main op tomorrow."

"Yes, sir," Faith said.

"Very well, Lieutenant," Hamilton said. "Dismissed."

He waited until the door had closed to chuckle.

"'Zombies don't duck,'" Hamilton said. "Write that on your damn hand, Craig."

"'Tention on deck!" Smitty boomed as Faith walked into the squad bay. The NCOs were in the bay checking the gear, new and old.

"Whoa, whoa," Faith said, somewhat nervously, waving both hands. "At ease and all that. Staff Sergeant...Barnard?"

"Yes, ma'am," Cindy said, still standing at parade rest.

"Rest, Staff Sergeant," Faith said, sticking out her hand. "Lieutenant Smith."

"Yes, ma'am," Barnard said, shaking her hand. "Good afternoon, ma'am."

"We caught a mission," Faith said. "We need to...chat about how we're going to detail it out."

"Roger, ma'am," Barnard said.

"Let's talk about it in my broom closet," Faith said, waving at the hatch. "Staff Sergeant Decker."

"Ma'am," the staff sergeant boomed. He was still at rigid parade rest.

"You're in charge while we're gone," Faith said. "You will recall our discussion about the importance of reestablishing flexibility."

"Aye, aye, ma'am," Decker boomed.

"Oorah, Staff Sergeant," Faith said, gesturing at the hatch. "Staff Sergeant Barnard."

"I looked at a regular TOE," Faith said as they walked down the corridor. "We've got too many NCOs, don't we?"

"By TOE, ma'am," Barnard said. "But I don't think there's such a thing as too many NCOs."

"Not about the mission--but what would you think about trying to set up a mini boot camp?" Faith said. "We need more Marines and unless we find another LHA or take one of the big bases, I'm not sure we're going to find many more."

"I think we're short on hands to do that, ma'am," Barnard said. "And I think it would be up to Colonel Hamilton and the gunnery sergeant."

"Agreed," Faith said, opening the door of her office. "I'm just thinking about the fact that we've got three staff sergeants and less than a platoon's worth of grunts. Besides, I think Decker would be better off as a drill instructor than on active ops."

Barnard boggled for just a moment at the thought of Decker as a drill instructor.

"With due respect, ma'am," Barnard said. "I think drills need a
bit
more flexibility."

"They need less than is required in field ops," Faith said, sitting down. "Grab a chair, please, Staff Sergeant. That's the point. It would be nice if we had some drills with more flexibility but the area where you need the least would seem to be drills. Or maybe
just
that. That Monty Python sketch, sergeant major marching up and down the square. Decker and Condrey, that's the
only
thing they really can do, drills. If it's not right in a manual they'd read before being castaways, they're pretty much stuck. When we had a little down time, I've had Decker drilling me on marching and commands. He's as perfect as you can find on all that stuff. Figuring out how to get wheels, how to find power and ammo and food in the ruins, how to interact with the survivors, not so much. And have you ever inspected their gear? I mean, that's what the basic portion really is, drilling, how to be a Marine and getting your gear shipshape. That Decker and Condrey
can
teach. And Christ knows we need more Marines."

"That...does makes some sense, ma'am," Barnard said.

"If we ever turn up a former Marine who's too old to run with the young pups, maybe," Faith said. "Team him up with those two. Let them run the recruits around and drill the hell out of them, have the old guy to keep them from totally flipping out on the recruits. Which is a thought for another time. We've actually got two missions, one coming up and one that's a 'now' thing. You've probably heard we're doing a float."

"Yes, ma'am," Barnard said. "Medical supplies."

"We don't know where to get them," Faith said. "There's no one place that we know there's a big stockpile of what we need. The critical item is a gel to make the vaccine. But that's generally where there are other medical supplies. So we're going to go on a Caribbean cruise. You know, travel to exotic foreign lands, meet interesting zombies and kill them?"

"Yes, ma'am," Barnard said.

"This time the plan is to do a rough clear on the towns and even islands we hit and probably leave the inhabitants to their own devices," Faith said. "We did something similar in the Canaries but it was mostly the Navy doing it. Thing is, there are still going to be infected roaming around even after we blast through. So the locals need some guns since they're generally in short supply on those islands. We've still got spares but it makes more sense to clear up the ones here on base. Which is our first mission. We're supposed to collect up all the weapons ammo and mags of the 'fallen,' check 'em out, decide which are still useable and which aren't, clean 'em up and rack 'em for issue to local 'militias' after we've cleared the islands."

"Roger, ma'am," Barnard said tightly.

"Yeah, great detail," Faith said. "But somebody's gotta do it. Thinking about it, I'd put Staff Sergeant Decker and PFC Condrey on inspecting and cleaning detail. That way they're bound to be perfect."

"Roger, ma'am," Barnard said.

"About the only thing I know about being a Marine and being an officer is what I've picked up in books and what I've learned in the last few months," Faith said. "I wasn't one of those kids who grew up wanting to be a Marine and watching
Sands of Iwo Jima
or something. The way I ran things with Staff Sergeant Januscheitis was something I got in a book. We get missions. We get missions all the freaking time. All I really need is the platoon to be ready to perform the missions. All their gear straight, able to shoot without hitting each other, able to handle the commo and find their way around. We've got no time for training and nobody really knows each other now. But this job ain't actually all that hard. Like I told the colonel, zombies don't duck. But all that's on you. Okay?"

"Aye, aye, ma'am," Barnard said.

"When we get out on missions, I'll dump the simple stuff on you," Faith said, shrugging. "Sorry, best way I can put it. I'm not big on words. I tell you we need wheels, you find the wheels and get 'em running. I say we need a house cleared, you handle it. I'll be figuring out where we're going next and which house to clear. You get it done. Okay?"

"Aye, aye, ma'am," Barnard said.

"I'm still a green lieutenant," Faith said. "Killing zombies I got down pat. Running a platoon, that I'm still learning. So I'm going to be asking your opinion on stuff. And hopefully most of the time we'll agree and I'll say 'Yep, sounds good, go for it.' But if I say we're doing it another way, we're doing it my way, okay?"

"Yes, ma'am," Barnard said.

"Bottom line is if something fucks up, people may get pissed at you," Faith said. "But it's really on me.

"So, we got a mission," Faith said. "We gotta pick up all the weapons on the base, get 'em sorted out and get 'em fixed up and cleaned. How do you think we should detail that out, Staff Sergeant?"

"I see they kept the last bullet for themselves," Sergeant Douglas said, pulling open the back door of the Humvee. A desiccated and bug-chewed female corpse in NavCam tumbled out at his feet. The skull cracked away from the body and rolled onto his boots. A half-dozen rats followed it and skittered under the Humvee. "I do so
love
my job."

"You hear anything about what we're going to do with the bodies, Sergeant?" Lance Corporal Ken Ferguson asked. "That's our gunnery sergeant in there."

"We dumped Captain Carrion's little helpers on the bodies on the points," Douglas said. There was a .45 on the floor in the rear compartment and an M4. From the looks of things, they'd all shared the .45 at the end. The M4 was out of rounds. "But other than that, I really don't know. We haven't been doing much cleanup, but we hadn't planned on holding any of the places we hit. Maybe they'll get the civilians to collect 'em up. But don't figure on a lot of ceremony. There's not enough of us left to bury the dead and we've got more important missions. And we're done here...Building seven next..."

"How long to sweep the base?" Steve asked, looking at the operations plan.

"About five days, sir," Colonel Hamilton. "To fully sweep it."

"Two," Steve said. "Get as many weapons picked up as you can in two. Detail some areas for the Navy ground people to sweep as well. Day three you need to be rolling. Clean them up on the way to Anguilla."

"Yes, sir," Hamilton said. "The question has been raised about the dead, sir."

"Which has already been considered," Steve said. "Lieutenant Commander Isham is getting teams together to gather them up and get them buried. Mass grave, mind you. We'll be working on that while you're on the op. As noted, we're going to hold this base for the time being and it's a public health issue. As are the legions of rats and flies. We'll be getting it cleaned up and habitable while you're on float, Colonel. So, good news, not your problem. Bad news: ground clearance ops have their own unpleasantries. Two days, Colonel. Any questions?"