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make going back and forth feasible. I suppose we could
let the raiders come closer before…”
    “Best to
fight on their ground,” interrupted Briggs. “We have more room to maneuver and
temporarily withdraw, should that prove necessary or beneficial. And, just to
be perfectly clear, we are not going to receive any support from outside unless
the situation becomes dire. The last transmission I received said there is substantial
movement of the living in parts of Asia and Europe previously believed lost.
They might have been surviving in bunkers or hardened facilities and just now
surfaced. They are also likely responsible or somehow involved with the attacks
there. Because the government lacks the resources to operate on multiple
fronts, the fight around Yellowstone is being left to the locals.”
    “Jacob.”
He looked at me. “You are highly skilled at organization and defense.”
    This was
true. It was a result of being mildly obsessive-compulsive and possessing a
deep rooted disdain for chaos.
    “You
will have command of the forward base, or bases as it might be, utilizing the
militia from the Black Hills. We’ll go ahead and establish those, leaving the
settlements as a fall back point. Setting them up will be your first task. The
Yellowstone forces, which are more familiar with the area, will take up a
position several miles in advance of you. They are going to act as a screen
while we determine what the enemy is planning. That will also allow Jacob’s men
to act as reserves.”
    Mary
shifted uncomfortably, but I’d already been informed that my team would be
secondary. While Briggs was a lot younger than me, and nowhere as charming, the
man had years of combat experience in both Iraq and Afghanistan. He was better
suited for leading the offensive, even if my daughter preferred I do it.
    “Can’t
see them with the planes, not where they are supposed to be anyway.” That was
Kimberly, one of the senior pilots in Yellowstone. “I don’t know how much we
can help with telling you what they’re doing, other than about their scouts who
are running around in the open areas.”
    “You
won’t have any trouble once we get the new heat sensing equipment in place.”
    Technology
is a wonderful thing.
    “It came
in the last air drop,” continued the captain, “and it will be installed within
a few days. You’ll also receive instructions and training on the proper use.”
    I raised
a hand, but didn’t wait to be acknowledged. “I’m going to need a few who’ve
been living here to show my guys around. You’re right that we don’t know the
area as well as the locals, and that’s something we need to change.”
    “Shouldn’t
be a problem. Now, rules of engagement…”
    “We kill
them,” declared Mary. “No prisoners.”
    Briggs
frowned. “There are rules…”
    “None of
which apply,” I said, also interrupting. “The law in the Black Hills is that
anyone wearing one of those jackets is to be shot on sight, and that policy
will be enforced by everyone I bring over. There will be no half measures.”
    The
raiders consistently wore heavy denim with distinctive patches sewn on the
back. Only the prophet stood out, and that was because he favored black leather.
    “They
won’t surrender,” I added. “Not a one has ever given up, that we know of. They
don’t leave any of their victims alive either. We are talking about a very
single minded, fanatical group. The raiders will run away if they’re losing,
but that’s the best we can hope for.”
    There
were plenty of nods at this.
    “And we
have nowhere to put them if they did surrender,” I finished.
    “Valid
concerns,” conceded the captain. “But if the opportunity arises, take
prisoners. They may provide useful information.”
    Mary
looked as if she was going to say something, but I squeezed her arm. Torturing
a few to make them talk was something to consider, and by torture I mean just
that. Briggs would likely disagree with my methods, but