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Approaching slowly from the west, they could both hear the S. Six guards were present, but the north end of the bridge was shrouded in darkness. Roeland and Doug move under starlight.

The old, truss-style bridge was well over a hundred years old and was apparently deemed unimportant militarily to the S. Doug and Roeland leap-frogged across the first two spans, and then quickly traversed the remaining sections, finding no obstacles. They moved quickly through the hamlet unchallenged.

The scattered homes in the area were all dark, only a few vehicle tracks were present in the snow, none of them recent. They approached the main road, again Road J40, carefully studying it before crossing into the woods on the far side. They were just starting to stand up and begin their crossing when lights appeared from the east, coming from the town of Bonaparte.

They both moved into the deep vegetation quickly, sprawling flat under the snow-covered branches. The convoy was enormous, far larger than anything either had seen previously. Flatbeds with tanks, flatbeds with armored personnel carriers, artillery, semi-trucks and passenger buses moved non-stop for nearly an hour.

When it passed, the night was again perfectly silent. We gotta get warm. Quite by accident, they found a long-abandoned cabin within the next large swath of woodland, a mile and a half north of Bentonsport. The cellar doors opened easily, rotted wood pulling away from the heavy iron hinges. There should be a fireplace up there. What remained made decent firewood for a small warming fire, allowing both men to sleep for a few precious hours.

Reaching the farm adjacent to the Segher property, none of the customary watch positions were manned, raising an enormous red flag to both Doug and Roeland. No signs of activity were present whatsoever, no foot traffic, trails or any vehicle tracks.

Another half-hour, and they approached the first Segher checkpoint. It was also unmanned. A blast of snow popped up to their right, just as the report of the rifle sounded in their ears.

They both raised their rifles above their heads, and stood still. The familiar form of Jake appeared in front of them, recognizing them at a hundred yards. He quickly waved at them and beckoned them back to the house.

Not safe out here! Doug and Roeland moved as quickly as they could, finally reaching the porch and being pulled inside. Julie stood with a shotgun in the darkened house. Julie rapidly stowed an old over-and-under shotgun and threw herself at Doug. As they warmed up and ate, Arie pulled himself from his sickbed and told Doug and Arie the reasons for the pullback—The S. They learned the details of the compromise of the Weerstand cell far to the west, resulting in the capture of another U.

Mercenaries—unaffected by RNEW—seemed to be in charge of lightning-fast search and destroy missions. Rumors had the mercenaries gaining experience from service in Libya, Syria, Ukraine, Iraq, Afghanistan, Pakistan, and a dozen other locations around the world where the U.

Within the timeframe of two days, the face of Iowa had changed forever. The United States Army headquarters was a motley collection of tents, shelters and shipping containers, located on a railroad siding in Fort Madison on the Mississippi. The U.

Despite his best efforts, he was still being moved away from the Farm. Doug was off-loaded roughly, the zip tie on his ankles cut, and escorted at gunpoint into a chain link fenced enclosure, more of a cattle chute leading to a windowless shipping container.

Before he entered, he noted the odd flag, not what he was used to, flying on an improvised flagpole a few cars down the track. The instructions ordered him to strip, shower in the open stall, and dry himself for a physical inspection. His feet felt like they were on fire with the heat of the shower. He complied without question, and was followed into the interrogation room by two large armed soldiers.

Behind the second door was a plain white room, a little more than half the width of the shipping container, with a desk and two chairs, one of which he sat in, still in a daze. A door opposite the one he entered immediately opened and a young Army captain entered, carrying a thin legal pad.

Doug stood as he entered. The captain stopped for a moment and looked at him with skepticism and a furrowed brow. What is your name and rank? I was shanghaied from our farm south of Fairfield on December Twenty-second.

Line grunts of the S. When the right combination of products are supplied, it affects the mind of the consumer. I know which of these foods will react with others. Before the war I worked for the company that created the product. The parent company is…or was, Regent Performance Group.

The underground network is called the Weerstand. One of the men on the farm also had the ability to locate and identify S. Someone ought to have record of it. Early December. We met them on December third.

Sergeant by the name of Case. He was a Ranger out of Washington State. We got them across the border into Missouri the day after the S. Doug sat for he guessed a half-hour; the men behind him unmoving in their observation of him.

The door opened, and McGowan and another officer entered, this one a bird-colonel. Doug stood as they entered. North of the S. You, along with several hundred other S.

And you. There should be some way to verify that with your own people. Check my I. Take me back to the farm that I live on. The data that I told the Captain about is there. I never even fired my rifle except in training. Additionally, I like the 18 more than the Even though drammers in the know swoon over the 15 French Oak, and even though I'm always happy to see it in someone's collection, I.

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