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Sarge said.
    Jamie walked up with another uniformed man. He was probably close to fifty and had a haggard, hard look to him. Ian smiled at the two.
    “Hey, Perez, you wanna go play hide-and-seek in the woods for a few days?” Ian asked.
    Perez licked his lips and looked side to side. “Who’s
it
?”
    “They are. We don’t want to be
it
in this game,” Sarge said flatly.
    “Damn, I hate the hiding part. I prefer to do the hunting.”
    “There’ll be plenty of time for that,” Sarge replied.
    “You guys got all your shit?” Ian asked.
    Perez held up a pack. “Everything I own.”
    Ian and Sarge looked at Jamie. She turned to the side slightly to show the pack on her back. “Oh, you know me, I got my makeup, some bras . . .”
    A slight smile started to crack Sarge’s face when Ian said, “Shit, Jamie, you wouldn’t wear any makeup if you had it”—he paused and made a show of looking at her chest—“a bra, however—”
    “Fuck you, Ian,” she said, kicking sand into his face.
    Sarge was smiling broadly now. “Oh, I like her, she’ll fit right in with these misfits.”
    “They’re your problem now,” Livingston said with a smile.
    Sarge looked at Doc. “Get ’em down the river, Doc.”
    After a quick check to make sure everyone had all the ammo and food they needed, the group climbed into a Hummer and they headed for the boat ramp. Doc took charge, navigating the aluminum boat upriver toward the cabins. Being on the water quieted the group. All conversation ceased as each person took in the view. The lilies swaying in the brown water, the old cypress trees, and the beards of Spanish moss hanging down in the current had a relaxing effect on everyone.
    When they were almost to the cabins, Mike spun around in his chair. “When we get there, we should talk with Morgan. He knows the area and may be able to give us an idea of where to go to scope out the camps.”
    Ted had his feet up on the outboard. Without turning around, he replied, “Great minds, my friend. I was thinking the same thing.”

Chapter 4
    T abor sat behind his desk, his usual post. He was camp administrator, and under the current circumstances, it was a job he was thankful to have. He was warm, dry, and well fed. He didn’t have to deal with the scum running around, and he didn’t have to grub around in the dirt to get his food.
    “Hey, Ed!” he shouted at the open door.
    Ed’s head appeared in the open door. “Yeah, boss?”
    “Go get Niigata up here. I want to talk to him.”
    “You going to give those new detainees to him?” Ed asked with a smile.
    “Yeah, I talked to ’em, but they both gave me the same line. He’ll get the truth out of ’em. No one is out
just riding around
these days.”
    Ed nodded. “Sure thing,” he said, quickly disappearing.
    A knock at the door diverted Tabor’s attention from the stack of papers before him. Looking up, he saw Niigata and waved him in. “Have a seat.”
    Niigata came in and sat stiffly in the chair across from him. “What can I do for you?” he asked.
    “I’ve got some people detained who I need you to question.”
    Expressionless Niigata nodded. “And what were they doing when you captured them?”
    “Our security guys caught them driving on the road,” Ed said from where he leaned against the door.
    “I see. And this is a cause for concern?”
    “They were armed, that’s one issue, and they were driving a vehicle, which means they have fuel. They were out on the road using that precious fuel, so whatever they were up to must have been important to them, and that’s what I want to know. I also want to know where they live. There may be a rogue element at play. We can’t take any chances.”
    Niigata took in the information. “How exactly would you like me to accomplish your request?”
    Tabor raised his eyebrows. “Do what you do. I just need to know that information.”
    “In that case, there are a number of methods I can implement. I’ll begin with