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choppers show up here, we’re going to start shooting, and you two will be first,” Frank said.
    “You guys have sharpshooters, don’t you,” the Lieutenant said.
    “Yeah, that’s how we took out that chopper,” Jerry said, “right as it was trying to take off. We have them scattered around right now, watching. Anybody else shows up, and they’ll start shooting.”
    “Alright, we’ll go in there, but we can take our guns, correct? I’m not going to be unarmed around here.”
    “I’m alright with that, but I’ll have our people clear out of the clubhouse first,” Frank said. “Jerry, why don’t you call Jasmine and have her ask everybody to move to their coaches for a little while?”
    “Will do,” he said. He walked off to the other side of the building.
    “One thing to keep in mind,” Frank said. “Most of our people are armed, and even the women have seen action. If you think you can take us out and get away, you’ve got a nasty surprise coming.”
    “That is certainly not our intention,” the Lieutenant said. “Right, Sergeant?”
    “Yes sir,” he said.
    “Alright,” Frank said. Jerry came back around the corner.
    “Okay, they’re out. There’s still some coffee left, if you gentlemen would like some.”
    “You don’t know how good that sounds,” the Sergeant said. He smiled for the first time.
    The four men walked towards the clubhouse. Frank pulled out his phone as they walked, and called Charlie.
    “Charlie?”
    “Yeah, Frank.”
    “We’re taking the two officers into the clubhouse to talk. It’s been cleared.”
    “I saw the folks going to their coaches.”
    “Nobody else is supposed to be coming, so if you see any more Humvees or trucks or choppers, take them out.”
    “Roger that.”
    Frank put his phone back in his pocket. The Lieutenant and Sergeant gave him a worried look.
    “I don’t want trouble with you guys, but as I said, we’ve been burned before. There was this incident, and a few days before that, a Lieutenant who had our trust turned on us, and got several good men killed.”
    “Yours?” the Lieutenant asked.
    “No, good army folks,” Jerry said. “We
have
had some good experiences with the army, too, you know. General Walker and Major Hobbs pretty much walked on water as far as we’re concerned. I’m hoping we can trust you guys.”
    They got to the veranda and went in through the open double doors. The room was deserted.
    “Let’s go get some coffee,” Frank said. He led the men back to the kitchen, and they all got a cup. Then they walked to a table and sat down, Frank and Jerry facing the Lieutenant and the Sergeant.
    “You said a Lieutenant turned on you a few days ago,” the Lieutenant said. “What was his name?”
    “Lieutenant James,” Frank said. “That was a shock. He fought with us side by side, and even got wounded. Our people saved his life.”
    “He was with Major Hobbs and General Walker?”
    “Yes, but he slipped out of the RV park in Utah during the battle, with a handful of men. Private Jenkins was one of them. They caught up to us just over the Colorado border.”
    “They followed you here?” the Sergeant asked.
    “Not exactly,” Jerry said. “They wanted to get to a base outside of Denver to re-join the forces, and that put them on I-70. They stayed with us until we turned off to come here. The bad Lieutenant showed his cards on the road, and his own men shot him.”
    “Is this where you planned to stop?” the Lieutenant asked.
    “No, we were headed for Leadville, actually,” Jerry said “but then some cretin blew up a bridge back there, so we decided to stop here and make some new plans.”
    “You don’t plan on staying here?” the Sergeant asked. “Seems like a pretty safe place to me. The open road is problematic in almost every direction.”
    “We aren’t sure what we’re going to do yet,” Jerry said. “We want to find a safe place to park, and then we’re going to go at the enemy.”
    The two