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Carrie if there’s time,” I answer.
    “Okay, hurry.”
    “I’ll go as fast as I can.   Talk to you in a little while,” I say.
    “Okay, bye,” she says and there is the click of the line disconnecting.   I continue to be amazingly surprised the phones still work at all.   This would have been a great advertisement for them in times past - ‘Coverage, smoverage, our lines last through an apocalypse.’
    “Well, shall we get this party started,” I say to those gathered around me.   Drescoll merely nods his reply.
    My few interactions with Drescoll leads me to believe he has a strong, silent type of personality; confident yet quiet.   Or maybe he just doesn’t know how to interact with me.   Although taller, he is a bit younger than I am and, with his being in the military for a number of years, that may equate to me being an authority figure in his mind.   With what I have witnessed and how he has conducted himself from the stories Lynn told, he is stable, reliable, and knows what he is doing.   I let Lynn know we are off. We gear up and head over to the Humvees parked by the remnants of our earlier outdoor luncheon.
    “I really haven’t heard much from you regarding our circumstance and plan.   What do you think?”   I ask Drescoll as we stroll over to the vehicles.
    “I think it’s a good plan.   As good as any we could have come up with and makes sense,” he answers.
    “What do you think our chances are?”   I ask further.
    He pauses for a moment before answering as we walk with our shadows stretched out before us, “We have a good group here so we should be able to pull it off.   I think any problems we might have will come if we find others out there and how well they fit in.   A tight group like ours can weather through this but if there’s any dissension that comes about, then stupid things happen.   That’s also providing we don’t discover any further surprises regarding the night runners.   The only other things I foresee are the problems with having to go into the buildings on a regular basis for supplies, caring for anyone who gets injured, and, like you mentioned earlier, any diseases that crop up from all of the dead.”   Those are the most words I have hear him say in the time since Kuwait.
    “I agree.   It’s going to be up to the team leaders to keep things tight and set examples.   My feeling is that if we can last through the summer, we should be okay.   The future problem I see is when we have to adapt to the fact that there isn’t any more manufacturing to take care of things that break,” I say enjoying this openness and conversation with him.
    “Can I be perfectly honest, Jack?”   Drescoll asks coming to halt by one of the Humvees.
    “You certainly can.   I welcome it and expect no less,” I answer wondering where this is going.
    “In my opinion, that was a foolish thing you did going back into the CDC like that.   I just don’t see that the information we came across was worth the risk.   We would have figured it out eventually without it,” he says meeting my eyes.
    “Well, I think the information we came across was worth it, especially knowing that we don’t have to worry about the immunity aspect and turning into one of them if we are bit.   I honestly didn’t know what to do if that were true.   That piece of mind alone was worth it to me,” I say looking back at him.
    “This heading down with just a couple of you fits in the same category as far as I’m concerned,” he adds.
    “I would take others but there is so much we have to do before the sun sets again.   I think everyone will be needed up here and the safety of a secure environment is more important,” I say.
    “Well, you seem to know what you’re doing and that’s good enough for me.   I’m not saying saving others and getting the information isn’t and wasn’t important, it’s just that folks are beginning to look to you for leadership and if something were to