Finally, they drove through iron gates bracketed by waving Nazi flags.  They pulled up in front of a large one-story brick building.  A large sign declared the building the home of the American Patriots Nazi Party.  Another sign above the door, stated, “whites only.”

            As they exited the cruiser, a man in military uniform sporting a buzz cut stepped out of the door holding a short barreled shotgun.  Sable’s hand slipped close to his pistol.

“You’re trespassing on private property,” the man said, raising his shotgun.

“We’re here to see Leonard Mullen,” Sable said.  Under his breath, he said, “Do you see what I see?”

McCabe nodded and moved back and to the right. 

“Get the fuck off our property, asshole,” the man said.

Sable moved to the left and filled his hand with his .40.  “Drop the damn weapon or I’ll put a bullet between your eyes, asshole.”

Out of the corner of his eye he could see McCabe had drawn his weapon.

“Drop the weapon and get on the ground, mother fucker, or the next face you see will be Satan’s,” McCabe yelled.

Another man came out the door, carrying his AR 15. The selector switch of the rifle had been modified to fully automatic.  He started to raise the weapon.

“Don’t even think about it,” McCabe growled.

From the corner of his eye, Sable saw a man step from a small building to the left of the headquarters building.  He raised a light antitank weapon and took aim.  Sable spun and fired.  “Take down the AR 15.”

“Mother fucker.”  The man fell backward firing the weapon, the rocket hit the concrete under the roof blowing away part of the roof and wall.  McCabe dove to the side and shot the man with the AR15.  Dust and concrete shrapnel rained down.