Posted on 06/06/2016 9:23:46 AM PDT by MtnClimber
The latest work of fiction by Matthew Bracken will appear here in several installments. Part One was published earlier today in a slightly different form at Western Rifle Shooters Association.
Part One: Dark Till Dawn
by Matthew Bracken
Mike Dolan came out of the subway, hit the sidewalk and set out down the west side of 6th Avenue with a purposeful stride. Midtown Manhattan never truly sleeps, particularly just before a Monday morning, but compared to what it would be like in a couple of hours, it was geared way down. No tourists yet, mostly delivery trucks and vans. All lanes were northbound, because it was 6th Avenue.
Mike was showered and clean shaven, every item on him and in his possession carefully considered. The white hard hat on his head was the real deal. He wore a gray polo shirt with the embroidered black-and-yellow logo of a crane manufacturer above the pocket. Both items were gifts from old friends. The black cargo-pocket work pants over his Red Wing construction boots were practically new. An iPhone in an armored carrier was clipped to the black nylon riggers belt on his right hip. A silver tape measure was next to a small black flashlight on his left. On his back was a compact but heavy pack, also black. In his right hand he carried a small black tool bag, and he held a folding aluminum clipboard case in his left. On the F-Train over from Queens, another early riser had gestured toward Mikes hard hat, and asked him if the strike was over. Mike just mumbled something about safety inspectors never getting a day off.
After a career spent pounding bolts hanging the high steel, it felt strange for him to be wearing a white hard hat for his trip into Manhattan. The white hard hat and the crane-logo polo shirt were just a disguise for his mission. Like his father before him, Mike was a union man, from the time he got out of the Army, until hed retired a few years earlier. The New York Ironworkers Local Union 461 had carried him all the way through his family-raising years. Now, the kids were gone, and his wife had passed away.
Mike had always worn a scuffed-to-hell red hard hat with an American flag sticker on the front. Shiny white hard hats were for management pukes way down in the trailers, and for inspectors and reporters and a few other random assholes who would occasionally make an appearance at nose-bleed height. Well, maybe they werent all assholes. Some of them were pretty cool, like the construction company honcho who had given him the white hard hat right off his head on the job site parking lot, and offered Mike a salaried position with his big and growing company. That was a line Mike Dolan couldnt crosshed be a union man until the day he diedbut it was a welcome gesture. And now that white hard hat was on his head.
After walking a few city blocks south from the subway entrance, the black edge of the forty-story BCA building became visible across the avenue. The BCA building was one of Mikes two targets, but it was not his destination. The black granite tower was the national headquarters of the BCA television network, including the studios of BCA World News. Another block down 6th, and Mike passed in front of another impressive skyscraper, the fifty-story Grand Hotel. Cabs were waiting under the portico; it was the usual scene remembered from a thousand pre-dawn trips into the city. Hustlers, pimps and low-lifes of every stripe, who were just ending their nights, passed worker bees trudging the other way toward their daily grinds.
While he was approaching 53rd Street, Mike looked around and counted at least four cameras. It didnt matter. He knew hed been on film from the time hed gotten onto the subway. If his mission succeeded, his identity would probably be out anyway. The guy on the F-Train who had asked him about the strike would be giving TV interviews by the twelve oclock news. So what? It wouldnt change anything.
From our FR poster Travis McGee.
Ah, the title at Gates of Vienna was different than the Western Shooters title so my title search did not turn up anything.
I love this guy!!
he is better than Clancy!
you should buy all of his books, they’re fantastic!
I don’t just mean that out of Freeper loyalty, he’s better than Clancy!
Anything by Matt Bracken is “must read” material.
I have read every single thing ever written for public viewing by Bracken.
Every freedom-loving person should do the same.
It’s a start to understanding what has happened, and what is coming.
Where’s the part where Mayor Diblasio orders polive snipers to shoot that guy off the crane for disrespecting Islam like that?
/sarcasm
I suggest the following actions.
1. A stature of Mohammad made of cow dung (or pig dung)
2. A stature of the Ayatolla Komenie in a jar of Piss.
3. A video of a pig eating the Koran
4. A mexican Flag burning.
5. A statue of Benito Juarez made of poop.
I just read Bracken's allegorical story of "The Alienork Way " which I found to be inciteful and yet provocative.
relating to current events. It is a most worthy read !
BTTT
bmfl
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