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anonymous source, huh? Troop movements?"
    Alex nodded. "Troop movements before the initial outbreak."
    "And why is that important?" Liam asked.
    "Not sure," Alex replied. "But look at them." Alex turned the papers around so that Liam could get a better look. "These don't make sense. Why are they moving people here?" Alex began pointing at specific places throughout the report.
    Liam frowned and shrugged. "Sorry, Alex. They are just numbers to me."
    "Okay," Alex said and cleared the desk down to a map of the United States. "Look here." Alex quickly placed anything available on various places across the map. "Now look. See where the troops are concentrated? Why in these places? There's no strategic value in any of these. Most are not near population centers, military strongholds, nothing. Why?"
    "Don't know," Liam said. "Training?"
    "At the same time? Not likely."
    Both men stared at the map, lost in their own thoughts. "Alex, I'm stumped. Why did our informant send this?"
    "Probably because it doesn't make sense to him either," Alex said shrugging. "Hopefully our mole will give us a little more info to make sense of it all."
    "When do you think he'll send us more?"
    "Don't know, but it's not what we need to think about right now," Alex said, starting to clean up the desk in front of him. "We got orders today. We're heading into the field tomorrow. Alpha team."
    "Alpha?" Liam asked surprised. "When was the last time we ran Alpha?"
    "It's been a while," Alex sighed. "Guess we better dust off the cobwebs. Train leaves in two days."
    Liam chuckled. "Sounds fun. We'll start getting up to speed tomorrow morning. Everyone going?"
    Alex shook his head emphatically. "Oh no," he said quickly. "I only want the vets in on this one. No time to train the freshmeat. Reassign them to camp maintenance. They won't like it, but it'll keep them out of trouble till we can retrain them."
    "Yes sir," Liam smiled. "I'll get the orders in tomorrow." Liam turned to exit the tent.
    "Hey, Liam?" Alex said, stopping Liam from leaving. "Don't talk about any of this to the team yet. We don't know what we're dealing with yet, and I want their heads on the Stryker assignment."
    "Yes sir," Liam said and hurried out of the tent.

CHAPTER FOUR
    Alpha Team

    The helicopters thundered as they sped across the deserted landscape. Ahead of them, Alex could see the city growing in size. Independence, Kansas. The irony of the name was not lost on anyone. Independence was a smaller community, somewhere close to ten thousand residence, but reports had been coming in that there could be a sizable survivor population there.
    Flying low into the city, Alex could pick out some of the larger target zones. Independence had a number of schools, a community college and a hospital all located near the city center. Each Alpha team would be assigned to one of these buildings, as well as a few of the taller structures. Each would be tasked with collecting reconnaissance on possible survivor locations within the city, as well as zombie concentrations. Once the Beta teams arrived, the Alpha teams would relay those coordinates.
    Alex's team   would be dropped off atop the Kansas Foodbank Warehouse on the north side of town. From there they would secure the building and remain until the Beta teams had cleared out.
    "Two minutes," came the call through Alex's earpiece. Looking forward, he gave the pilot a thumbs up to confirm. Alex turned back to his team and relayed the information.  
    Luke Berryman clung to his seat, white knuckled and green faced. Alex laughed to himself at the sight. Luke had been the co-owner of a gun store, playing civilian soldier and strutting around with a pistol strapped to his hip. The picture he presented now was the complete opposite of that former life. Alex quickly realized that almost everyone here were acting as complete opposites of their former selves as well. The circumstances in which they now lived forced it.  
    The two minutes passed in the span