We had walked the grounds nearby, scouting for useful information on ways closer and ways out. We were being as careful as we knew how, and everything seemed to be going well. We knew how we intended on getting in to the compound, and out again. We had a plan meant to keep us from interacting with any guards at all. Stealth was the tactic we untrained few intended on, but we were preparing for what might happen if we got caught too.
We had picked a small motel on the road nearby and gotten a room there to start our incursion from on foot. We had parked cars not too far away for us to get away to. We had gear laying around the room and it was finally the morning we were going to execute our plan. We were all putting our gear on. Chris had woken us up at the appropriate time, but I remember hearing someone complain, and I remember being upset about being awake so early. In attendance...
- Chris Marsh
- Allison DeLuca
- Rich Hirsch
- Sarra Shubart (Rich's wife)
- Justin Hanssen
- Michelle Hubert
- Michelle's husband Brian
- Me... Kevin Tipa
We were all sitting in this dark motel room prepping our gear. I had my Beretta 92fs, my extending baton, and my Kevlar vest... but the vest was more than a vest here. It had shoulder components, leg and groin components, and head gear along with it. I remember looking over at Rich and Sarra and thinking about how scared Sarra looked in her similar gear.
Justin was in the middle of putting on his gear, and he chimed in with a simple "I'm out". We all knew what he meant. He wanted to go back to his wife and kids. I told him that I understand, while feeling disappointed. That was when I noticed. We could see the target building from our motel room, and inside I could see people tearing crap up. Destruction of property was the name of their game. They wore no armor, and fired no guns. They were just inside doing a part of what we were there to do to. We were better prepared with explosives, but they were faster than us apparently. I pointed this out to the others, and Michelle said it was her parents. They were part of the resistance too, but I didn't know them, and no one had told them about our plan.
The timing was close, because seconds after we saw them destroying what they could through the windows, the door to our motel room burst open. It was guards from the compound. And the first one in the door strode right up to me and pointed his gun at me. Time seemed to slow down as I watched three more guards pouring into the room behind him. In my head I started sorting through the techniques I would need in order to disarm the guard in front of me, and my first choice even played out in my head, and my imagination of the technique resulted in wrestling for the gun for too long, and me failing at the end. I opted instead for simple, and I used a technique that hits the gun holder in the inside of the wrist and the back of the hand. It forcibly bends the wrist in preparation for a wrist lock and break, and forces the gun holder to drop the gun. It worked, and I quickly broke the guard's wrist at which point he fell to the ground clutching his wrist. The other three guards were too far away, and I hadn't had a way to signal the others that I was about to do something, so I was first to go after the other guards too. I drew my pistol and fired at his unarmored face and hit. He went down with a thump...
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and I woke up. The dream ended, but I remembered after waking that in the setting of the dream, the company we were trying to break into was developing humanoid combat robots... something sort of like in Terminator but with no effort to make them look human. Just humanoid in shape and size so they could go where ever we went. We were part of a resistance that was intent on destroying the facility enough to halt production for a while. It was important to our continued survival whether we were part of the resistance or not. The people making these bots were the selfish rich persecuting the un-wealthy masses... using these robots to keep violent control over the population.
Crazy dream.
