“The head is the hardest to crack. The skull is thick and can survive 500 pounds of pressure. But it’s the insides that are hardest to crack.” Sergeant Carrigan was issuing commands to the sound cannon on the roof of the armored van, typing on the console.

Specialist Nichols edged forward and studied his input commands, remembering a few of them from the training course. “Most of the protesters brought headphones this time. Won’t that defeat the purpose of the sound cannon?” Nichols could almost feel the approaching crowds from the back of the truck. The thundering, shouting voices were chanting for violence. A pack of insurgents was one thing but this was a whole horde of American civilians, on an American street. His training didn’t prepare him for conflict against his own people. He didn’t even want to peek around the corner of the open truck door Read More