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every sort of activity and start making lots and lots of laws, for our own protection of course."
    "Don't worry too soon," April advised her. "We have the right to challenge and duel and my Granddad, Jon, Gunny and Eddie, have all talked and recruited others. There is a very unofficial group, party if you will, that doesn't have a name and doesn't want to even officially exist," she explained. Jeff and Heather looked at each other, intensely interested now, because the three had formed just such a secret pact before the war. "Don't slip and give them away, but if anyone stands up and tries to bury us under a new flood of government control, they will either end up on the next shuttle to the mudball, or have to stand to the fire of a half dozen of Home's fastest, most accurate pistoleros."
    That got a slow satisfied smile from both of them.

Chapter 6
    They left Otis alone in the Dunestar in one of the upper levels of the parking deck, which was almost empty. His newly met companions all exited to the glass elevator enclosure and caught the lift without looking back. Otis took the driver's seat, started the Dunestar and drove back down two levels to where most of the spaces were filled and there were people walking about. Parking off in the corner of a nearly empty level was a stupid way to stand out and make people wonder what you are up to.
    Otis looked for security cameras and parked well away, backing in since there was no sign prohibiting it and several other vehicles were aligned that way. First he walked around back and lifted the hatch, confirming what sort of equipment they had left for him. Then he pulled his cell phone and called Keith anderson, the head of Safety Associates in Southern California. The man didn't expect to see him until the signing this afternoon and he'd undoubtedly be interrupting his work, but he needed some help right away.
    "Keith? Otis here. Yeah, I got in OK and I'm set for the signing later. I ran into some complications and I need a hand right now. This isn't any kind of bizarre test or anything. I do need you, or somebody, who can scan a vehicle for tracking devices and dispose of it for me. Also I need a ride away from here and have some things to haul and I'll need a vehicle until later this evening. By 'dispose' I mean take it to some bad assed nasty neighborhood and park it on the street with the keys hanging in the ignition. I'd try not to park it in front of any security cameras. Or if somebody knows a chop shop sell it to them, not too eagerly though, get the best price you can to avoid suspicion. Yeah, that's good."
    "I'm in a grey Jeep Dunestar at the Century Medical building on Sepulveda, on parking deck level 'D'," he looked and gave him the license. "And Keith, do you have anybody with the shop who shoots a .416 caliber Tac-Tech Barrett? Great. Would you have him loan you a round of ammo and a bullet puller? Well stop and buy one if he doesn't load his own. I also need a set of golf clubs in a bag, a big one, with a cart. I don't care what kind, just not antiques. They can be any length, used cheapies are fine, but wipe them for prints and spray them down to inhibit DNA testing."
    "Oh! Run a couple names for me too, passive search only, not a directed inquiry, see if the Feebs or Interpol has anything out on a Polzinsky, white male, European features, unaccented American English, shy of two meters, eighty kilos, pushing forty, moustache, no beard, graying at the  temples. - I don't know, assassinations, gun running, war crimes, that sort of thing. -Yeah, no shit. and a Home national," he said, reading the data off the black card. The picture on the card was horrid. He described it as best he could, but every quality of the man was a non-descript medium.
    ONI knew somebody was meeting Mr. Polzinsky, if that was his name. Could be they knew his real name. No way did he intend to remain associated with this Dunestar. If the Navy didn't have a tracker on it the creeps who gave it