Chapter 166

1345 hours, local time
Tuesday, 26 August, 2014
Washington University
St. Louis, MO

The artillery barrage pounding the historic Washington University as part of the ongoing assault on St. Louis by the Black Guard had been a real menace for the past three days. Major General Mustafa Parker, the commandant of the Black Guard, had opted to leave Iowa in a hurry when the forces of Davenport and Des Moines, Iowa, combined to expel him. The poorly organized urban defense forces of St. Louis seemed to be easier pickings by contrast.

Well, I decided to disabuse him of such notions pretty damn fast, starting with the attacks on his rear by the angel Jeanette and the demoness Evie. It wasn’t too long before he began to notice his support services companies being slaughtered en masse. This put an immediate strain on his supply and communications lines, making it tougher to coordinate his advance.

Parker began sending some of his reserves to counter this assault of mine, thus depriving himself of that option for the front. Well, he had a fight on two fronts now, didn’t he? That couldn’t be a good situation for his cause at all. I made it worse by sending Ryan and Till to wreak havoc on these reserves as a two-man wrecking crew. They couldn’t be killed anymore, after all. Two immortal warriors with RPGs could really tear up such a finite and overextended enemy force.

That was when Parker approached me under a flag of truce. He clearly realized that St. Louis wasn’t the vulnerable city that he previously believed. He wanted a city to rule and set up his own black nationalist state, but he didn’t wish to lose his army to get one. To be fair to him, he might be an improvement over others, might he not? I could think of a few places where he would at least not be worse than their current situation.

“Okay, let’s talk, man. I just want a place for my brothers and I to be in charge, the head instead of the tail for a change. I get that this can’t be St. Louis. Where could I go where you won’t intervene and make mincemeat out of my army? Where can I set up shop without you cramping my style?” Parker insisted, lighting up a filtered cigarette.

“The following are areas where our interests won’t clash and you can operate freely without us treading on each other’s toes:Harrisburg, Lancaster, Gary, Pittsburgh, South Bend, Indianapolis, Fort Wayne, Springfield, Vandalia, Hammond, Nauvoo, anywhere in Michigan except for the Upper Peninsula, anywhere in Missouri controlled by the Klan, Jefferson City, Kansas City on the Missouri side of the state line, Joplin, Branson ... basically anywhere in Missouri not ruled or populated by Havenites and not in our path, and anywhere in Arkansas. I don’t care if you want to rule Little Rock with an iron fist and force feed people Big Macs. Just stay out of my way, capice?” I laid out his options now.

“Hey, I always wanted to bring Detroit back and revitalize it. Motown is coming back, y’all. Saddle up, men, we’re going to cause a new black renaissance! At least one ghost town is coming back to life! No one will see me coming, either!” Parker shouted before giving me a fist bump that I awkwardly accepted.

Hey, if the man wanted to bring back Detroit from the dead and maybe the auto industry, who was I to stop him? It would be a long time until he would be a potential thorn in Haven’s side, right? He could raise some Cain and give the SDA crowd operating in Michigan some real headaches, and that would be a good thing. Aside from the raisin bran cereal, there was precious little good that originated in Battle Creek.

Now I could turn St. Louis around before heading west to Wichita.

Two days later... 1751 hours, local time Thursday, 28 August, 2014 The Abrams Residence St. Louis, MO

“So, it is confirmed. The new Mayor of the Free City of St. Louis is Brian Cochran. This is his new Council. The new Marshal is Christopher Horne, until recently a colonel in the St. Louis Police Department, which is now merged with the Sheriff’s Department into a single constabulary. The City Attorney is Eric Bastien, Esq. These men and women on this list are the judges of the Superior Court. The Treasurer is Theresa Goode. The Auditor is Sherman Finkel.

“Now we have baptized and ordained Derrick Abrams as Chief Elder and Chief Priest of the Church of Enlightenment and Humanity. His wives, Harriet, Henrietta, Heidi, and Husnia, shall be among the Central Consistory, along with Walter and Joyce Watson, Ursula Hamburg, Benny Soames, and Phuong Le Tran. Now I have decided that each of you in this ruling elite must be joined in wedlock to each other. Of course, the Consistory will expand, along with the church, and each new member and all of their spouses shall be wedded to all of the other members,” I stipulated what had already been established as the new policy, even as I humped Heather and Hester Abrams in front of their parents at the supper they hosted at their place.

“Yes, and tomorrow that will be formalized, the wedding rites, and then what?” Ursula asked me now.

“After that, I leave this city in your capable hands, for I must leave the day after tomorrow. Bright and early. I’ve done what I can, and alas, I cannot tarry longer than that. Night and tomorrow night. Nothing beyond that, I’m afraid,” I noted, also thinking of my plan to visit some places and do one last guided tour.

“That’s unfortunate, but I suppose this means that we must milk your stay for all we can,” Phuong spoke her mind, lust apparent in her eyes and her seductive smile.

“Indeed, and on that note, ladies, have your way with the men here. Take your pick. I’m going to enjoy the women for sure,” I answered as the Abrams twins and I came together ... my seed surely impregnating them now that they were ready.

“Don’t mind if I do,” Xia Delan yanked down Derrick’s pants while Ryan slid into the twins next.

Autumn and Bonnie grabbed Brian Cochran and began a mother-daughter collaboration to service him. Till humped Theresa Goode, even as Yitzhak took Ursula and Barry screwed Phuong with abandon. Hannah put Christopher Horne on his back and rode him like a bronco, her tits waving gloriously in his face as she let him inside her slippery snatch. Her butt looked delicious while she did so, too, the cheeks glistening with her sweat. Raquel practically ravished Eric Bastien while Becca and Sardha shared a lucky Sherman Finkel.