Prologue
Ryan Lazear laid awake on a cold dark night. He just couldn’t tame his mind. He kept repeating in his mind, how had things come to this? How had things gotten this bad? Rolling over and seeing the time he decided not to procrastinate any further.
He rose from his comfy bed and walked over to the chair where he had laid out his carefully chosen clothes. He always liked the Kryptek Typhon pattern of camoflauge. He pulled on his pants and thought, is this it? Are we sure? Pulled on his nice Kryptek Typhon jersey and tucked it in nice and tight and proceeded to walk down the hall.
He slowly twisted a doorknob to one of his children’s bedroom and took a peek inside. There laid his young son without a care in the world. His chest rising and lowing rythmically without a care in the world. He smiled. That boy was his world and he loved that boy as only a Father could. Are WE sure? Yes! His future depends on me. He slowly closed the door and took in a deep breathe.
Lazear crept in to the kitchen, grabbed a glass and proceeded to fill it with water from the door on the fridge. The fridge said he had dispensed 8 ounces of water and he proceeded to down it all then walk back to his bedroom.
He grabbed his carrier which he had taken the plates out of. He chose that instead of his battle belt because he could carry more magazines the way he had set it up, plus he just felt it would be a little less weight on him with the carrier setup. Ryan Lazear was carrying eight, thirty round pmags, loaded with 5.56 75gr. BTHP, he had meticulously wiped any prints off his ammo and loaded the mags while wearing gloves, getting the same treatment were his four magazines fully loaded for his H&K VP9. He grabbed his battle helmet outfitted with USNV PV-7 gen III night-vision goggles that he had saved a pretty penny for, not top of the line but the best he could afford and threw it in his pack. The last thing he grabbed was his custom built Spartan AR-15 that he had equipped with an ATN THOR 4 384 2-8X thermal scope specifically for what he was about to do. A week ago in the woods he verified the point of impact difference between un-suppresed and suppressed on his carbine it was significant but consistent 1.5 inches high and right, each time he added and removed the can. This morning he had test fired these exact rounds through the suppressor into a bucket of sand to confirm his setup operated flawlessly.
He walked to his back door, slowly unlocked it, took in a deep breath, opened it and walked outside. There’s no turning back, you can still just go back to bed. No! Someone has to stand up to tyranny.
Ryan Lazear had nothing on him that would identify him. He was a ghost, and with his Kryptek Typhon camoflauge, it would be hard for anyone to spot him on this moonless dark night. He had a four and half mile hike ahead of him so he shouldered his pack and his carbine and proceeded on the path he had walked many times at night in preparation for this event, he was moving at a brisk pace and his heart rate was moderate.
He was mainly using the sewer line routes and power line trails where he could. It was so peaceful. His heart was calm even though he had so many thoughts racing thru his mind, his hands damp with anticipation. Every once in a while a dog would bark off in the distance. But Lazear took his time, always scanning, and pausing frequently to listen.
After 45 minutes of hiking he was approaching his destination. He stopped and sat on a rock on the edge of the path he was on, took a bottle of water from his pack and took a healthy swig. Then he pulled out his bump helmet and turned on his nvg’s. That comfortable hue of green surrounded his eyes and he took in the scenery. He had about two hundred and fifty yards to go and proceeded to creep up to the spot that would forever change his world.
He belly crawled up to the crest of the hill he was advancing on slowly, listening to everything. He got into position and unslung his AR. He turned off his nvg’s and raised them. Then proceeded to turn on his thermal scope that was attached to his beautiful carbine. Everything appeared as he had expected, he’d already ranged the distance from this spot, 200 yds at a 24 deg downward angle.. You don’t have to do this! You can’t save the world all by yourself! Somebody has to and I’m tired of waiting for someone to come and save us.
Lazear reached up and spun on the can he had borrowed from one of his most trusted friends just to re-assure himself, then proceeded to eyeball the backyard of the house he was sitting two hundreds yards from. He knew his target was home. He knew his routine. Lazear had been working this target for months now. If Congressman Greg Warren was consistent he would be walking out his back door for a smoke in approximately twenty minutes.
Lazear could no longer accept the life and future his children were facing. Tonight would be the beginning of making a better future for them.
Movement! He was early tonight, but wait was this a female? She was wearing stiletto knee boots and Warren’s robe. Ryan was not expecting this, but after watching for a few minutes Ryan determined that the congressman was dressed in drag with a long black wig, it hadn’t occurred to him that he was a freak before now. I am with you! Lazear slowly followed Warren. He knew he would eventually settle in to his favorite chair on his back deck. It was dead silent out. Warren made his way across his deck, watched him light a cigarette, pull his phone out of his robe pocket and sit down in his favorite chair.
There was no hesitation. Ryan Lazears mind had been made up a long time ago. He settled his reticle on Congressman Greg Warrens chest right where his heart would be and as Warren went to take a drag off of his dirty little habit, Lazear squeezed his trigger and watched as Warren clutched his throat and slip out of the chair to his knees before his body slumped lifeless. Ryan could see the heat of the blood spreading on the cool deck through his thermal scope. Ryan contemplated the impact of the shot being higher than the point of aim.
Lazear laid there realizing what exactly he had just done. After the first the rest are free. He kept scanning to see if anyone had been alerted, no other lights came on. Although he had a can on his rifle it was still loud enough to pierce the night, but so far nothing. Lazear re-shouldered his rifle and lowered his nvg’s. He scanned the area and checked for his brass and found it. His rifle was so consistent he could always find his brass. He slowly backed his way down the hill, his heart racing, making a decision to leave the suppressor in place in case he made unsuspected contact until it was safe, stood and started his hike back to his house. Lazear decided he should procure a brass catcher, more gear, but he needed to minimize the variables.
Lazear thought he would have more feelings than the satisfaction he felt, but he had visualized this exact moment for many years, so it became real now. No doubt law enforcement would locate the position he fired from by mid-day. Lazear had a laundry bag for his camo, plate carrier and pack, he’d clean and stow his rifle when he arrived home, he undressed outside after dusting his boots with a foxtail brush, everything would get washed before he showered for work. Lazear waited until his lunch break to send a very short encrypted text via a satellite attachment from his phone, “One complete”. Two hours later the reply came in “got it”.
Lazear was pissed when news of a congressman’s sudden death was described as an arterial hemorrhage on the radio. They had expected suppression from the media but this movement needed candid coverage to alert the patriots that the time was at hand.
Interesting fiction,or….,perhaps a glimpse into the future.
I feel Lazear may be thinking a visit to the local media is in order,just a thought.
I read that the Feds are going to tear down the Confederate Monument at Arlington. Sons of Confederate Veterans? League of the South? C of CC? Where are you? Draw a line in the sand guys. Enough is enough.
We too scared!
Morning fishing expedition? Interesting fiction for interesting times.
Very intriguing story, right up there with “The Turner Diaries”.
“It was just a sudden departure from the VaXXX”.
Hopefully the VaXXX will diminish the ProgreSSive Sycophantic Bureacratic ranks & their command/control.
Every little bit helps, but Every One Knows 2024 > 25 is The Event, Eventually Inevitably.
good story — may actually be more than that someday soon
A couple “technical” issues
-tracking dogs could track him back to his house, unless “precautions” were put into play on the way back
-it might be wise to change out that barrel for a similar but used one, and deep storage the one used in this endeavor (or dispose of it after roughing up the rifling with abrasives/acid
-possession of a borrowed “can” could cause big issues in some areas.
-he should “get rid of “all the ammo he has that has the same exact type of bullet as used. Should he become a “person of interest”, owning the “same ammo” as was used
will likely make him more interesting.
I suspect there are a few more “concerns”
I’ve always wondered if this stuff advertised on TV called “POOPH” could mask if not eliminate one’s scent entirely.
Interesting but how could you test it before the real deal?
Snip: Dogs have a much better sense of smell than humans123. Here are some reasons why:
Dogs have 300 million scent receptors in their nose compared to the mere 6 million that humans possess1.
Dogs’ noses hold between 200 million and 1 billion odor molecule sensors, compared with the 5 million receptors estimated to dwell in a human nose2.
Dogs’ olfactory bulbs can be up to 30 times larger than people’s2.
Dogs’ noses are at least 100,000 times more sensitive than ours3.
While dogs are sniffing out odors, they don’t exhale and disturb even the faintest of scents3.
A product that eliminates smells for Human noses might not be worth much.
Personally given the almost mystical scent dog work I’ve seen (even tracking through a skunking) I doubt it.
Application of bear spray, or other pepper sprays over the scent trail--and use methods to throw off tracking dogs…. water bodies, etc. Also--every square foot of North America is recorded via high-resolution surveillance satellites. Such a high visibility incident like this would warrant the re-wind and analyzation of the imaging data--leading back to his residence. You’d need to somehow drop off the visual and re-emerge somewhere else in such a way that you could not be recognized nor tracked.
I’ve worked with scent dogs in mountain rescue work. Simply getting into a vehicle and driving dozen miles+ (DON’T use a modern vehicle as OnStar and satellite music gives location data) will break scent. Glad he didn’t have a 4-5 G cell phone with him. Continuous location tracking.
Assets used to FIND you depends on the level of perceived threat to the Powers that be.
As for destroying stuff, get real. If they know to visit you with a capture team and search your place, destroying was worse than useless. If the Irish destroyed a weapon every time, they did something. They would have been self-disarmed.
Once the party starts it’s just a matter of time before it goes into Irish Troubles and you’re an outlaw going from safe house to safe house. You’ll not be working 9 to 5 and shopping at Walmart.
I’d be more concerned about how the Propaganda will warp the minds of my weaker family members. Betrayal is a real threat.
In this case, perhaps it would have been Wiser to Photograph him in Drag with the ATN.
“Ryan was not expecting this, but after watching for a few minutes Ryan determined that the congressman was dressed in drag with a long black wig,”
Perhaps even more RECON. He had missed something..obviously.
Death has many forms.
Sorry, Wes. Though I understand your concern and would like to see the party start, I see too many cons with this scenario. The most obvious is murder. I have no problem with self-defense. Civil war is a no brainer. Community defense is a must along with assorted tactics. Guerrilla operations have a definite role. But even these situations have downsides. Of course, that is to be expected. After all, war is hell. My preference would be to drop the grid entirely for starters. No communication, electric, water, gas…everything must go. Keep folks occupied while operations are being conducted. I’m not a tactician. So, what do I know?
Well Eddie, I suppose you’re right. Drop the grid and as you say, “No communication, electric, water, gas…everything must go.”
Pity that the population reduction called for by the World Economic Forum will happen in about a week as lack of safe water for most everybody without their own safe water well and hand pump will notice.
Professional tip, in Bosnia homes with a well and hand pump were prime military-police takeover targets. Seems even dumb military sorts know water is critical.
They were even known to destroy wells in dangerous areas.
Loss of commo and fuel, I guess unless you’re already growing your own food ENOUGH for you and yours, you are screwed. No fuel, no trucking.
Yepper, THAT would keep folks occupied….
The Irish Troubles made DAMN SURE that their actions wouldn’t harm their people.
war, isn’t murder, and do not doubt it, they have declared war on you.
Typical twisted panty thinking, oh no don’t target the politburo member that does more harm to freedom than any armed adversary…….but hey let’s take down the grid that will hurt those sympathetic to our cause….but it will hurt the enemy too.
Longshanks…”archers to the front”
Aide…”but sire we will hit our own men”
Longshanks…”yes but we will hit theirs as well”
Well, you certainly pegged me wrong. Did I imply adversity to fighting? No. But the grand scheme of any conflict here will involve more than taking out one politician in the hope it will catalyze others to react in kind. You won’t get all of them. What you will be facing is everyone else -- a mixture of citizens and foreigners with diverse agendas hell bent on eliminating US/WE/YOU/ME. It’s going to be messy no matter what tactics are employed. And the end result will be the equivalent of ethnic cleansing. But, like I said, I’m not a strategist. One thing is for sure. Once it starts the entire house will crumble. And I’m not sure you would even recognize me as a friend should we ever meet. I never said I wouldn’t fight. But I’m just one old guy floating in a sea of indifference.
I don’t know if I’d call it murder when some folks just need killing!
Fiction or could be nonfiction at some point. This scenario if it ever comes to pass, the Bureaucracy will be over with and struck with fear when the first batch of commies are taken down. you cannot trace stealth snipers; they are like hitmen, and it would be a death knell for all feds because they are fully aware their time will be short on this planet. If civil war ever broke out there will be a professional sniper behind every blade of grass which will strike terror in the hearts of the federal agencies committing acts of terror against its citizens.
Good stuff, Wes. Much food for thought, too.
In the story, Ryan Lazear executes someone that he sincerely and firmly believes to be an imminent and existential threat to Mr. Lazear’s life, his family’s lives and their futures.
The story also implies that Mr. Lazear has carefully considered the consequences of what he is about to do and that he sincerely believes that his actions are fully justifiable and necessary based on all the available facts and evidence at his disposal. The story also implies that Mr. Lazear’s attacker is very powerful and will never be brought to justice. Therefore, Mr. Lazear has come to the conclusion that the only choice left available to him is destroy his attacker before his attacker destroys him, his family, and their futures.
Now, some people would call Mr. Lazear’s actions murder. I would not. I would call them justifiable homicide.
Agree, Justifiable.
What are you waiting for? Sounds like you’ve already got it all figured out. Go!
Well, if the congressman turned out to be a clone and the shooter was caught, the only charge would be discharging a firearm within city limits in that there are no law against killing clones.
IRA used panty hose AND a ski mask. panty hose prevented gunpowder residue from getting on his skin. After the shot, tool and tooluser were separated. the shooter would then undress, toss all attire into a bag and hand off this to a kimrade. the tool’s barrel would be dropped into the depths of a foundry (so many barrels were disposed of this way!) or barrel was cut because once cut, barrel forensic analysis is moot.
One shot only. Never two shots.
Links azman. My family was IRA and they never mentioned the destruction of the limited weapons they had available.
Nothing like disarming yourself. Like the current Department of Injustice cares about real evidence and facts.