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I’ll go look for a good place.”
    “Me too,” Earl said. He looked over at Jackson and got a nod. Earl got up on the roof of the pool equipment house. Jackson had exited the backhoe, and found a tree he could climb up into a ways.
    “Good place,” Jeb said to Earl. “I would a gotten up there…can’t jump like I used to, though.”
    “Kurt, let’s you and I find places too,” Charlie said. “Jeb, why don’t you follow behind Frank and Jerry by about 30 yards with that rifle of yours?”
    “Be a pleasure,” he said.
    “Look, they’re driving to the gate,” Earl said from up on the roof. “Better get over there.”
    Frank and Jerry nodded, and headed over quickly, getting there just before the Humvee made it. They got next to the registration office on the right side of the driveway. Jeb found a place with a good vantage point, and chambered a round.
    The Humvee pulled to a stop in front of the gate. Two men came out, a Lieutenant and a Sergeant.
    “Who’s in charge here?” the Lieutenant asked.
    “Who wants to know?” Jerry asked, Ak-47 in his hands.
    “Lower you weapon,” the Sergeant said.
    “It’s already lowered, Sergeant, but I’m not putting it down, and you guys are covered from several directions.”
    “Why are you so leery of the army?” the Lieutenant asked.
    “See that burned up chopper out there?” Frank said. “It brought a whole bunch of fake soldiers, who were here to kill all of us. That’s not the first time. We don’t know who you guys are.”
    “We could….”
    “Sergeant Reed, shut up,” the Lieutenant said. “Yes, we know there’s been a huge infiltration. We are real army, but how can we prove that to you?”
    “Anybody else in that Humvee?” Jerry asked.
    “No, just us,” the Lieutenant said. “My name is Bailey. We can’t spare troops to go looking around at every fire we see.”
    “So you’re here because of the fire, eh,” Jerry said. “Did you realize that the enemy has Chinooks?”
    “That’s classif……”
    “Sergeant Reed! Stand down. These people know what they saw.”
    “Sorry, Lieutenant,” the Sergeant replied. “How do you know this isn’t the militia?”
    “Well, I guess we have the same problem that you do, don’t we? So back down,” Jerry said. “We’ve been fighting the militia and these sixth century cretins for a while now, starting in Williams.”
    “You were in Williams?” the Lieutenant asked.
    “Yes, and then in Utah,” Frank said.
    “You aren’t the folks who were with General Walker, are you?”
    “Yes, we are,” Jerry said, “but you knowing that doesn’t convince us that you’re real army. The traitor that headed up the guys in that chopper knew all about him and Major Hobbs.”
    “What was his name?” the Lieutenant asked.
    “A black major named Donaldson,” Frank said. “He used a person that we knew to get in here. They almost took us out.”
    “Yeah, almost,” Jerry said.
    “Never heard of a Major Donaldson. Who was it that you knew?” the Lieutenant asked.
    “Private Jenkins,” Jerry said. “He got shot by one of the traitors.”
    The Sergeant and Lieutenant looked at each other.
    “You recognize the name?” Frank asked.
    “Yes, he and his men were supposed to link up with the base outside of Denver. They never showed up.”
    “Where are you guys from?” Jerry asked.
    “The staging base just north of Eagle,” the Sergeant said. “That smoke plume was huge, so we figured something big happened out here. There’s been more and more enemy activity in Colorado.”
    “Around here?” Frank asked.
    “No, not yet, until this,” the Lieutenant said. “But after what happened to that base in Utah, we’re trying to nip any incursions in the bud.”
    “Do you have anybody else coming here now?” Frank asked.
    “No, why?”
    “We can go chat for a while in the clubhouse if you want. Maybe we can convince each other of who we are…but if any other Humvees or military trucks or