RESCUE PLATOON AOG RESCUE-AOG RESCUE PLATOON Part Three By David Maccabee

Synopsis: The Rescue Platoon has just succeeded in leveling every abortion building in Florida in a single night. Now it is time for them to have some fun.

Over the next week, we gathered in the barn to discuss our next step. We decided to issue a further non-lethal warning to the killers of children, We had some very accurate paint ball guns that were very accurate, even over a fairly long distance. We decided to have some fun with them. The next day was Sunday, so everyone left for the their church of their choice and came back refresh Spirit. On Monday, Kevin and I were paired up as a team. We packed up our Hummer and got ready to go. Mike and David were split up. Jake traveled with David and Harold went with Mike. We were divided into ten groups. We took off around 9:00 p.m. Our target was a new training facility in Maine that would specialize in training killers. It took us two days of driving to reach the town. We rented a motel room for a week. Maine was so beautiful. The leaves had changed colors and were ready to fall. Jake and I pulled up across the street from the training facility and shot some photos and video clips. We even went over and asked some questions. The man we met told us there would be a large opening ceremony. A platform would be set up outside the building, and chairs would be set up. 10 abortionist apprentices would be addressed by Warren Turn of Boulder, Colorado, who specialized in late term abortions. Jake and I left, not quite believing our luck (God’s providence) in our timing. I staked out a huge maple tree across the street from the killing center, which had covering branches almost all way down to the ground. A fence was between the tree and the road, so I could climb up and down unnoticed. The foliage was thick and rich. I climbed up the tree and found a branch with a great view of the butcher shop. I took a few pictures, climbed down, and we drove back to the hotel to lay our plans. We got a good night’s sleep and woke around 4:30. We left at 5. We both climbed into the tree and settled in. I wired two hooks to hang the video camera to record the action. I adjusted the camera settings and got it ready to roll. I was up about 25 feet and he was up around 35 feet. Dawn slowly spread a glow across the sky and a beautiful sunrise dominated the morning, bringing out the explosion of color in the autumn leaves. At 6:00 some workers arrived to finish work on the podium. They set up lights and a small sound system. Two of them walked to a nearby tree and hid from the others! We watched them smoking what might have been marijuana. Then they walked back to the killing center, where some people were already starting to arrive. By 8:00 almost everyone arrived. The 1 0 wannabe killers had split off in groups with other clinic personnel, drinking refreshments and eating snacks. I heard the word "Diablos", (‘devil’ in Spanish), and looked up to see Warren Turns begin to circulate amongst the crowd. He slowly made his way to the podium where a speaker introduced him. The 10 had taken their seats in the front row, and all others sat in rows behind them. We were ready to select our targets. We had planned to both hit Turns, and then each of us would start on opposing sides of the isle, and hit as many as possible with the paint bullets. Each of us had 1 0 shots ready to go. We were both good shots. I heard "mark’. I turned on the video camera and checked it, before hitting "record’. ‘,4jm" was the next word that came over the two way radio as I raised the gun to peer through the scope aimed at the heart of Warren Turn (or at least where one should have been). I said "fire" and pulled the trigger. As fast as I could, I fired the remaining 9 shots. I am sure that I hit Turn and at least 6 others. We grabbed our gear, and in less than two minutes after the first shot, we were down on the ground. We climbed into the van and slowly drove off, leaving the presentation in pandemonium. We were soon on I-95 going South, on our way to the Shenandoah National Park. We talked about our mission, and shared more about ourselves on the way. We reached our destination in about 13 hours of driving. The bus was there. We were the last group to return, so everyone assembled inside, except for a picket of four to lay outside, relax, and stand guard with two-way radios in hand. Ranger, the unofficial leader of Rescue Platoon, a retired 3 star General and member of our Recon crew, came to the center of the briefing room and commended everyone for their successful missions. He expressed admiration at how Kevin and I had taken advantage of the conference situation. He told us a news report said both shots had hit Turn, and triggered a massive heart attack. Seconds later he pitched over, dead as a doornail! During the day, 20 abortionists, many clinic workers and owners had been popped with paint bullets across America. The message was being received quite well, seeing how many killers came on 1V and said they were quitting. One said "if they can hit me with a paint ball they can hit me with a bullet!" That sentiment was echoed across America, as they quit like rats deserting a sinking ship. Abortion was constantly on the news. There were discussions about abortion everywhere. They often got passionate; for example in the Texas Capitol, where some fist fights were reported. But sad to say, not everyone was getting the message to leave the children alone. A killer in Wichita Kansas, George Killer, stated he would continue to do abortions even though he had been paint pelted, He bragged how he had been shot in both arms by a soldier in God’s army and THAT had not stopped him! There were others similarly defiant. We took names and marked them for Post-Natal Abortions. Some of the notorious ones were George Killer, mentioned above, Martin Road kill of Cincinnati, Winston Drabb (who was a killer and a elder at a church) in Nebraska. There were 7 others.’ We knew it was a drastic step. But the children had a right to life, and we were going to protect that right with whatever force was required. We had tried everything to get the butchers to stop the killing voluntarily! Pickets, sidewalk counseling, sit-in rescues, lock-in rescues, gluing doors, stink bombing. We were forced to up the force content by using fire bombs, practice claymores, and finally, paint bullets. We had prayed for more intermediary steps. But our next step was the only course left, to stop these men and women from continuing the holocaust. We rested for a few days and restocked our vehicle for the next trip, while we enjoyed the beauty of the park. We were to be ‘laded for bear’ on this trip. We each had a high powered rifle, a state-of-the-art military scope, and a long tubular silencer. Our ammunition was hollow-points which we modified. We placed a few drops of mercury into the depression at the tip of each bullet and sealed it in with a special wax, so that no matter where we hit, the mercury would make the wound fatal. Kevin and I were to be traveling together again, which was good, because I really liked Kevin as a friend and brother in Christ. Before we left, a strange thing was going on. Another bus had pulled up, and Ranger strode over and began to talk to someone, waving to us that everything was OK. He talked with them late into the night, and we left before we could get an explanation. It took about 2 days of driving the speed limit to get to Wichita and to get set up. We grabbed an older Jeep Wrangler, paid for in cash, and left the Hummer outside the motel that we had rented. We went to scout out our target. Our orders were to take him out as he was going into the mill to kill children. We scoped out his lavish home in a private community by a lake and private school. We even saw picketers at his house who identified themselves as being with a group calling itself Godarchy. Good people, who gave us all the information that we needed in no time. We took them out to Shoney’s and then headed for the mill. The mill was located along a major divided road with a car dealership on one side and another car dealership on the other side, across a cavernous drainage ditch. The building was surrounded by a huge fence, and security guards stood watch 24 hours a day. Killer was flanked to work every day by federal marshals. I chose a large building across the highway. It looked like an old brick school. Kevin said he wanted to use the roof of the car dealership behind the mill and across the ditch. I helped him to place an old refrigerator box on its side with the end pointing towards the killing center. On the end there were holds cut out so he could aim and fire. I then drove over to check out the building across the road and got my nest set up. We left for the motel around 12 a.m. We got our gear ready and I dropped him off at his at his location with his gear around 3 AM. He quickly scaled the wall with the aid of a grappling hook and disappeared into the box. I drove to the school and parked near the janitors’ slot where a few cars were parked. I climbed up on the roof, carrying a neat looking briefcase with my rifle within. I turned on my two-way and checked my watch. We checked radio contact, and I began to calibrate the scope and assemble the rifle. I had to wonder what made it possible for a person to kill children and think nothing of it. They must have allowed themselves to become puppets of the devil. Well, I grimly thought, today this puppet will have its strings cut and its deadly dance will cease. I calculated the distance approximately a half mile, or 2640 feet. There was no wind, So I adjusted the sight on the scope and then settled down to watch and wait. At 6:00 a.m. my radio came alive with the words "The vulture is landing. I repeat, the vulture is landing.’ A four-wheel-drive armored black suburban pulled around the back of the building within 5 feet of the back door. Killer got out. All I could see of him was from the chest up, from behind the vehicle. I lined up the cross hairs and waited a second as he stopped to unlock the door, his last act on earth. ‘Fire" sprang through the headphones and I pulled the trigger with the cross-hairs on the back of his head. His head disappeared, and he stood for a second before dropping to the ground. The Feds, three that day, came boiling out of the other side of the vehicle, guns drawn and ready for business. That is when fate deal! a terrible blow to Kevin. As he rolled over to disassemble his rifle, he rolled on top of a giant tarantula, who, being laid upon, vented its displeasure by biting Kevin repeatedly. Kevin was instantly in so much pain that he jumped up, knocking the box, himself, and the spider off the edge of the building and down about 30 feet onto the grass. NEXT MONTH: The Ultimate Divisions: America Divided again! But this time, the South is the Good Guys!

Feedback Box Got feedback? Send it, along with name or url of the article, and a little of the text on either side of where your comment belongs, so I know what you are responding to, and I'll post your response. I might even place it right smack dab in the article! (If you don't want your email posted, SAY SO!)