“Lehman, you better have a god dammed good reason for this” shouted a clearly irate Senator Donovan. The deep tan and brilliantly white teeth looked odd in contrast to the deep scarlet hue that was seeping into the Senator’s cheeks.
Before Lehman could respond the Senator continued his tirade as he paced in front of the bodies of the men killed the night before. “This farm was protected you numbnut. You knew that. Why on earth you’d chose to knock on the front door, let alone assault it is beyond me. What the hell were you thinking?” Spittle flew through the air to punctuate the Senators anger.
Lehman, doing his best to speaking in short, measured tones, fought to choose his words carefully. “Senator, we had received information that ClarMar Farms was deeply involved in the insurgent activities in the county. That this farm served as an epicenter of the movement. The assault team was simply to retrieve the owner of the farm and bring her in for questioning. Only after the occupants fired on my men did they return fire.”
Anger flashed through the Senator’s eyes as he stepped in front of Lehamn as a drill instructor would yell at a recruit. “You were told to leave this farm alone. Directly by me. What part of that confused you?”
Pulling his shirt tight Lehman continued his losing battle over his emotions. “Sir, again, the evidence indicated there was insurgent activities….”
Before Lehman could finish Donovan’s rage boiled over. “So where it the proof fuckstick? You’ve searched the entire farm and found dick. Where is the proof?”
Lehman stammered, as he knew there wasn’t a shred of proof other then what the girl had given up. Suddenly Lehman doubted his decision the previous evening.
The Senator threw up his hands in disgust. “Stay here Lehman. I’m not done with you yet.”
****
The advance elements of Crutchfield’s forces rolled into Lexington several hours after sunrise. Immediately units rushed to take up predetermined positions on the south and east sides of the city. Their goal was to prepare for any counter attack from the President. This would allow the bulk of the armored spearhead to pass through the town on to their drive south.
As the first units pulled into the Lexington airport, the defenders breathed a collective sigh of relief. The airport would clearly be a major target should the President’s forces choose to counter attack. Worse yet were the harassment raids that had happened the previous few nights.
Last night was no exception. Damage was minimal however, the attacks kept the men on edge. Cargo wasn’t interrupted as the flights from the north had ceased, but the defenders at the airport wanted to prepare for when the flights resumed. The rockets that would occasionally sail in from the woods to the south hindered these preparations. Now that their manpower was boosted, they could finally launch a proper sweep through the area and prevent further attacks.
****
The Senator had worn a path in the dirt as he paced feverously. His impish aide frantically tried to keep pace as the Senator attended to a myriad of important matters in between yelling at Lehman and waiting for any sign of ClarMar Farm’s involvement in the insurgency.
As the day wore on, and the temperature rose, so to did the tension around the Senator’s makeshift command center. Lehman’s fate was looking dimmer as the minutes ticked by into hours.
Just as he was about to give up and throw himself on the Senator’s mercy, an act that sickened him, the radio crackled to life.
A team reported in announcing the discovery of DeMetrie’s compound, the weapons, supplies, and various signs of inhabitation. Even the old farm truck, bed full of junk, that was noted at the scenes of several attacks was found in a garage area.
As the details filtered in the noose around Lehman’s neck loosened somewhat. Even if he was sent packing to a camp, he at least had vindication that he had made the right call.
The Senator took in the reports and asked several pertinent questions before returning the radio to the operator.
Almost with a look of disgust he turned back to Lehman, “Looks like you got the last second stay of execution from the governor.” Lehman was smart enough to simply stay quiet and show no signs of emotion. Now was not the time for gloating.
“Look into it,” the Senator directed. “Once you verify it, run them into the ground. Don’t bother brining them in.” After pausing for a second he turned back to the stunned Lehman, “except Donner. I want her alive.”
Without any farewell the Senator and his entourage returned to their SUV’s and pulled out of the compound leaving Lehman to ponder his second chance in life.
As the SUV pulled out of the ClarMar the impish aide, who rarely interjected himself into the Senator’s business was able to ask about the future of Clarissa Donner.
After several seconds of contemplation the Senator replied in a tone akin to a serial killer before dissecting his prey, “Her? I’ve something special in mind for her.”
****
It wasn’t long before Caddy, Lowry and Reynolds returned to the cave. Their appearance bore evidence to the week they had spent in the field. Tired eyes, sun burnt skin and insect bites all bore silent testimony to the toll exacted on their bodies.
Even the usually jovial Lowry didn’t have much to say.
News of the recent turn of events only served to chill the mood further.
“Ok boys” announced DeMetrie, “Wish we could be bringing you back in for a hot shower, but we have to make tracks. Let’s try to cover some distance before it gets dark. We can slow down and rest more once night falls.” The plan to move during the day ran counter to accepted practice but DeMetrie counted on doing the unexpected to cover their tracks.
A weary grunt was all the reply he could elicit.
Miller, adjusting some of his gear and checking the contents of a pack tried to break the mood. “Look at it this way. If we can pull this off, and unfuck this soup sandwich, you’ll have a story to bore the snot out of people with for years to come.”
“Miller” Lowry piped up, “you’re alright but you really ought to leave comedy to the professionals.”
With a smile he prepared to head out ahead of DeMetrie and his men. Glancing at his watch Miller announced, “Ok, you’ve got your orders. If all goes well, we’ll be on the boats in two days.”
As he walked to the front of the cave Lowry offered up a parting barb, sign that he was regaining his spirits, “I see you’re off to do the light lifting again”. All of the men respected Miller and the risks he had taken in the fight against Donovan’s reign but that didn’t preclude a friendly jab now and again.
“I’m going to get some pie at a diner and take care of something. Don’t be late to the meeting point.” Miller quickly disappeared from the sight.
The four men simply looked at each other as silence fell in the cave.
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