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get in contact if he was needed. He didn’t know how long he was going to be gone, but he wanted daily check ins.
    The new Sgt. Major seemed to be working out nicely as a temporary replacement for Bertha Callahan who was recovering. What George needed was for Bertha to recover and recover quickly. But he didn’t know the time frame he had, so he left instructions for the Sergeant Major to begin implementing a countryside alert. Deploy all troops as soon as possible to various locations.
    Troops, equipment and artillery.
    Stewart had asked if they should mobilize the troops now. George didn’t think so. The impending Great War he was told about had no details. He didn’t want to move his troops to the worst spots or most vulnerable spots.
    Not until he knew more. He would soon. Hopefully.
    He left Stewart for his next stop, telling Lang to prep notification to send to his destination.
    He would leave in the morning or afternoon. Notification could be sent out then.
    On to Callahan. She was making progress. The chip program of Danny Hoi’s worked like a charm and she was responding and talking. Seeing and hearing. The doctors said she would be back on her feet in no time.
    She even recognized George and asked about things. He didn’t tell her much. He wanted her to get strong and well.
    She had lost the baby she was carrying. Fortunately, she was too consumed with dealing with her recovery.
    “We’ll try again,” she said.
    George winced. Winced at the vision of six foot something Callahan in her masculine build glory fornicating with three foot, teenage, height deficient, Tigger Manis. It wasn’t right. It just wasn’t right. But she felt she was falling in love with the eighteen year old boy.
    To each his own.
    Manis was the last stop George had to make for the night.
    Not Tigger but Mike. The little man’s towering father who was the chief of Police of Lodi. Mike, a prisoner of Quantico when he came on a mission to kill George and in the process shot Robbie and Callahan.
    “Are they treating you well?” George asked.
    Mike spit on the floor and stood from his bunk. “Oh, yeah, they let me out of my box twice a day to walk.”
    “You have food, water, clothes; you’re clean and not beaten. Don’t be so disgruntled.”
    “Why the fuck do you care how they are treating me?” Mike asked hard.
    “Actually, I really don’t.” George said, standing, hands in pockets. “I wanted you dead. You came to kill me. You trespassed, shot my best man. Shot Robbie. You should be dead.”
    “They why aren’t I?”
    “Beginnings doesn’t want you dead.”
    Mike vocally scoffed. “Like you give a fuck about Beginnings.”
    “I do now, always did. But I have to now.”
    “Are you expecting me to ask you why?”
    George shook his head. “Nope. If I wasn’t such a bleeding heart I’d have a bullet in your head.”
    “Yeah, and I wasn’t so careless, you’d have a bullet in yours.”
    George snickered. “You had a bad plan, Manis.”
    “Bad?” Mike ridiculed “I don’t think so. You lead this mess. If you aren’t around, this mess wouldn’t be on such a vindictive mission.”
    “Our mission is the same as Beginnings now.”
    “Right.” Mike sat down.
    “Fine. Believe what you want.”
    “I don’t believe for a second that Beginnings wants you alive.”
    “Beginnings wants me alive, Mike and they need me alive. I’m not gonna tell you why. Not yet. You don’t deserve to know. But I’ll tell you this. You’re no good to us in a jail cell, and you’re no good to us dead.”
    “Us as in the Society?”
    “No, us as in the Society and Beginnings.”
    Mike laughed.
    George shook his head and turned. “I’m not gonna waste my breath anymore on you. It’s frustrating. You don’t know anything, so right now you can’t comment in an educated manner. I’ll fill you in when I get back, and then you can make the choice. You can stay here and rot, or you can walk away on the same path we’re all