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“Obviously, sir,” the man said. “But for the most part, FEMA is running what’s left of the United States and using the United Nations as the muscle behind the agenda.”

“Agenda?” Franks inquired.

“Yes, they’re pushing some kind of stuff that everybody used to think was conspiracy theory, but it’s not, it’s real.”

Buchanan looked at Franks and said, “He must be talking about the global redevelopment initiative titled Agenda 21.”

“That’s it,” Matt said. “They’re clearing out all this land and shipping people to compounds, where they’re managed.”

“Managed?” Franks asked.

“I don’t know how they’re managed, just that they are processed however they are processed.” Matt continued looking at them and could see that each of them were deep in thought. “The only people that know what’s going on in those compounds are the people that work there.”

“When did you say your next shipment was coming in?” Buchanan asked.

“By ‘periodical’ I meant ‘random.’ I actually have no idea when the barges will float in.”

“Do they know we’re here?”

“They only know that there have been attacks on the shipments earlier, and they immediately sent choppers to patrol the river along the area of engagement. I hear they’ve lost two whole shipments.”

“We only took one. Where was the other seized?”

“Just outside the gate and south a couple hundred yards. Radio traffic said it was a militia group. It was the first attack. After that, patrols were sent,” Matt told them.

Buchanan looked at Franks with resolve in his eyes and said, “Gunny, we need to find this militia and determine their level of patriotism.”

“I’m on it, sir.”

Gunnery Sergeant Franks left and rounded up some reconnaissance Marines. Then they jumped in an HMMWV and drove to the Chester Welcome Center, where they had set up the CP for the earlier assault on the UN guards.

Gunny had his HMMWV parked next to Reynolds’ HMMWV and got out of the vehicle and walked into the visitors’ center, where he saw Reynolds and some of his Rangers. They had just finished waterboarding the UN Captain.

Franks walked up to Reynolds and shook his hand. “What did you find out?”

“Well, he was a tough one to crack, but we were able to determine the routes and points of access the UN is using to enter the US.”

“Go on,” Franks said.

“We were right about the use of the Mississippi River to ferry prisoners and UN equipment. They’re entering the Midwest areas using the river from the Gulf of Mexico and making key stops along the way to pick up civilians for the purpose of sustainable development initiative. They’re also coming in, via ship, the Atlantic and Pacific Oceans. From the north, they’re entering from Canada.”

Franks was deeply worried about the new information. He knew, without a doubt, that the US President had cleared them or they wouldn’t becoming in unchecked.

“Did you find out anything about their size, locations, units, equipment?” Franks asked.

“We’re looking at the world’s resources as far as size and equipment go. The number of troops could be innumerable and the equipment really depends on what countries have pledged their equipment to the cause. He didn’t mention anything about anti-armor, but it looks like heavy guns are definitely here.”

“What about air power, anti-air, attack boats?”

“He mentioned something about having the answer to our technological superiority, but he clammed up after that.”

“Okay, listen up. Have a couple of your guys take him back to the prison. Nobody knows we have control of this prison now, so we’re going to utilize it until we know otherwise.”

Reynolds gave the order to his men and then turned back to Franks. “Anything else?”

“Yes, actually”—Franks was strapping his Kevlar helmet back onto his chin—“let’s grab the rest of your crew and the reconnaissance Marines. We’re going hunting.”

CHAPTER XX

Gorham, Illinois, October 29

Nobody in the Southern Illinois Home Guard could console Nathan for his loss. Denny spent time with his sister, Heather, that night. He, like so many others, had forgotten what it meant to have family. For a night, Denny didn’t take her for granted, but made the most of his visit.

Heather and Katie were not best friends, but they spent quite a bit of time together because of Nathan and Denny’s brotherhood. They were always at each other’s family reunions and barbeques. For now, Heather showered in the attention she was getting from Denny. That is, until there were loud pounds on the door of Heather’s house.

Denny grabbed his pistol and ran over to the door. He peeked out the shades and saw Nathan. He was all disheveled and wearing the same clothes he was wearing the previous day, which wasn’t uncommon, but he was still covered in Katie’s blood.

The entire camp had cleared the remaining raiders out last night and left those who had lost loved ones alone. Denny hadn’t seen Nathan since he had helped him bury Katie. Nathan had left the grave site and disappeared into the camp. Now he was back and pounding on his sister’s door.

Denny holstered the pistol and opened the door and beat Nathan to the punch. “Nathan, I’m here for you, but think this through.”

“They’ve got to die, Denny! They can’t just walk into our homes and kill our people,” Nathan said with a raspy voice, as if he had been screaming all night.

“What do you want to do?” Denny caved.

“Just your support. I’ll put together a plan.”

With that, Nathan walked off. Denny left the door open, briefly, and felt bad for Nathan. He gently closed the door and looked at Heather.

“I know what I’d do if anything ever happened to you,” he told her. “I can’t expect anything less from Nathan.”

Denny walked over to Heather and put his arms around her.

“When things go down, I want you to know that I love you, and I’ll never let anything happen to you. I’ll always be here for you. That’s why I have to help Nathan. They have to be killed so that this doesn’t happen again, so that nothing happens to you,” Denny said to Heather with reassuring eyes.

Denny grabbed his gear, rifle, and pistol. He made sure his karambit was in his pocket and that his guns were loaded. He double-checked the chambers to make sure the rounds were securely in place. He tidied up his appearance, gave Heather a hug, and opened the front door.

“I love you, dork,” Denny heard her say as he closed the door. He stood at the base of the steps and took a moment to look around and gather his composure.

“Things are about to get messy,” he mumbled to himself. He looked towards Nathan’s house and started in that direction.

Jessica was just getting out of bed. She was sitting up on the edge of the bed, with her feet barely touching the floor. She grabbed the dirty socks she had aired out all night, gave them a sniff, and jolted her head back.

“I gotta get some cleaning done,” she said to herself. Grabbing her metal cooking pan, she dipped it in a five-gallon bucket of water and heated the pan of water to a boil. She took a drink and used what was left to brush her teeth and wash herself. Her shoulder was still sore from her gunshot wound, but she had a way of pushing through the pain. She soaked her dirty socks in the water and added some lye soap. Using her one good arm, she massaged them in the water and then wrung them out. Her socks wouldn’t smell like fragrances, but at least they would be cleaner.

Jess opened the door of her trailer and tossed the wet socks over the door to catch some breeze and sunlight. That’s when she heard the faint sounds of a man yelling in the distance.

Jess put some shoes on her bare feet and grabbed her Governor. She ran outside and was met by Denny, who had also heard the yells.

Denny started towards the sound, which was coming from the northeast.

“Be careful. It could be a trap,” Jess said.

“I’m always careful,” he replied. “Are you coming?”

Jess hesitated, considering if she would be a liability with only one good arm.

“I think I had better sit this one out, Den. I’m no use until I can get close enough to use a pistol.”

Zig, who had been sitting on his deck, saw Denny and Jess walking by as they talked. “What’s going on?” he asked.

“We heard a man’s voice coming from the northeast,” Jess explained.

“Are you going to need some help?”

Denny looked at the sling on Jess’s arm and then back in the direction of the yells.

“Yeah,” Denny said, not taking his eyes off the direction of the sound. “Go get Ash. Let Nathan sit this one out. We’ll wait here for Ash; then me, him and Jess will check it out.”

“All right. I’ll be right back,” Zig said.

“I guess I’m in,” Jess said.

Meanwhile, at the firewatch post on the northeast side of the camp, along the railroad tracks where Scott had made his hasty retreat with the bus, a man named Chuck was on his firewatch post when he saw a man walking down the tracks and heading toward the camp. Chuck had abandoned his post, which was a perch above an old railcar that sat at the junction of the two railroad tracks that converged in Gorham. He had seen the man, through his binoculars, stepping out of the woods and onto the track that headed into camp.

Chuck had unhitched his horse and rode it a half mile northeast to meet the man. Chuck yelled at him, “KEEP YOUR HANDS UP WHERE I CAN SEE THEM!”

Chuck was off of his horse and walking up to the stranger, who had a pistol in his hand. Both Chuck and the stranger were pointing their guns at each other.

The stranger, being arrogant and argumentative, said, “You put your hands up first.”

“I’M NOT TELLING YOU AGAIN,” Chuck yelled at the stranger.

“I’m not telling you again, either,” the stranger arrogantly said.

Denny, Jess, Zig, and Ash came riding up on their horses at a high gallop and dismounted before they came to a full stop.

Now everybody was pointing their rifles and pistols at the stranger.

“Who are you?” Jess barked.

“Nobody of consequence,” the stranger replied, not taking his pistol off of Chuck.

“If you’re not anybody of consequence, then you must be somebody irrelevant and nobody’s gonna miss you.”

“Why don’t you just drop the gun?” Zig asked in a calm voice.

With that, the stranger had identified Zig as weak. He saw his kindness as weakness and was actively evaluating every person in the group. He saw Ash and Chuck as strong and commanding, although Chuck wasn’t so smart riding in alone; he saw Jess as inquisitive, but was reserving an opinion of her.

The stranger was checking out Jess and asked, “What happened to your arm, there? Did you get shot?”

Jess and Denny knew immediately that he was a Southside Raider.

“I was wondering, I’ve lost some friends and was wondering if you’ve seen them?”

The man began looking towards the town and could see some of the vehicles that the raiders had driven into the town for the raid.

“I think they’ve been here,” he said.

Jess was also doing some evaluating of her own. She recognized him as being a man with a personality disorder.

Antisocial…he definitely has a touch of antisocial personality disorder
, she reasoned. She had noticed how arrogant and overly confident he was, despite the fact he was outnumbered and outgunned. Somehow, in his mind, he saw a way that he could still come out on top.

“If you’re not going to tell me where my friends are, I’m afraid I have no further use for you.”

Suddenly, everybody in the group had a sinking feeling in their chest that things were about to get extremely bad.

Jess’s and Denny’s training began to kick in. Quick thinking was all that applied now. There was no room for hesitation. Hesitation equaled bad outcomes, but this man had a gun trained on Chuck. Scenarios flooded both of their minds. If we shoot him, will we drop him fast enough to save Chuck? Where do we shoot him? Can we accurately hit that mark fast enough?

Suddenly the man’s hands opened up and the pistol’s weight swung it to the opposite side of his hand as he raised both of his hands up.

Jess was controlling herself. She felt an intense urge to drop the stranger right there. She had had her fill of close calls and knew it was the best solution, but perception was important to her. She reasoned that she had just killed two unarmed and restrained men in the camp, and didn’t want to push the image to the point of being untrusted.

“Put the gun on the ground,” Denny commanded.

The stranger bent down and placed the gun on the ground.

“Now put your backpack on the ground,” Denny ordered.

“Who are you?” Jess asked again.

“My name is Thomas,” he answered as he maneuvered his pack from his shoulders.

Jess remembered the name. Her memory went racing back to Murphysboro when she was alone in the dark dank basement, as a prisoner. She heard Scott talking to a man named Thomas.

“He’s a scout,” she managed to say just as he pulled another pistol from an open pocket of his pack.

Zig, not remembering the teaching and training he had received from Denny and Nathan, ran out in front of the pack in an attempt to stop the man from shooting his friends.

Zig thought he could beat the man’s draw speed and catch his arm before he shot. The others could not save Zig or shoot Thomas, due to Zig being between them. Two shots rang out. One was Thomas’s pistol, and the second was a distant rifle shot that impacted Thomas’s side from the north and exited Thomas’s other side to the south. Both Thomas and Zig dropped to the ground. Zig had been shot in the chest.

Jess, Ash, and Denny turned their attention and aimed towards a man standing in the distance with a high-powered rifle. Both his hands and rifle were in the air, as if he was surrendering himself.

Denny bent down to nurse Zig, who was reeling in pain.

“Go get that guy,” Denny yelled. “I’ve got Zig.”

Ash and Jess ran towards the man, guns aimed. Once again, Jess found herself resisting the urge to kill the stranger. But this time, the urge was stronger than she could bear, because of what had just transpired. As a result, when Jess was within fifteen yards, she pulled the trigger, shooting the man in the abdomen. He grabbed his stomach with a free arm and pointed his rifle with the other, as if he were shooting a pistol. Ash reflexed his rifle to his shoulder and sighted in on the man, center mass. Both the stranger and Ash pulled their respective triggers and two more high-powered rifle sounds shot through the air.

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