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fatalities. Over fifty more
were wounded, with dozens of them in a serious condition. Goggle-eyed watchers
saw the whole circus of reporters, journalists and news anchors go into an
emotional roller-coaster as a version of events slowly trickled out.
    The surveillance cameras showed
a lone, white civilian with an assault rifle opening fire while laying down.
The quality of the cameras was less than five megapixels, keeping him from
being facially identified. Yet the camera’s did not show his targeting the now dead Rabians , nor did they show him waving to the
civilians as he departed.
    By the time Weyland had reached his valley farm house the High Commissioner was reporting him as
the leader of a terrorist attack. After shaking his head at the news reports
coming in on the Freeview TV, Weyland wasted
no time. He immediately attempted to contact Colonel Seymour on the secure
line. The duty Yeoman, Sergeant Chris Payne, answered explaining the Colonel
was away from the base. He listened as Weyland delivered his hasty report.
    “Things are moving very fast now
Eric, word from the Hereward barracks is they’ve got two police convoys blockading
the place. So don’t show up there whatever you do.”
    “By the stars what are they
going after us for? It’s Rabian’s that did the
attack.”
    “They want us dead Eric, they’ll
try anything to take us down and making us look bad is the start of it. We
might have our own turf, but the police can come and go as they please when
they want to.”
    “I didn’t think it would be this
soon. Dammit I was almost ready to—” He cut himself from saying the rest. That
would be for the Colonels ears only.
    The Duty Operator hesitated then
spoke on.
    “Look they want to access the Yeomanry
database, but the Company Commander’s not caving-in. He’s at the gate trying to
negotiate them to leave. Fat chance of that though.”
    “The Enforcers must know they
won’t win a fight against us?”
    “Probably, but we intercepted another
transmission that they are trying to get reinforcements from the south. More
than likely regular army guys with a general from London. They’ll bring armor
with them to try and crash the gates more than likely.”
    “They don’t have the authority
though, Albion is separate territory and not under their jurisdiction.”
    “The Home Office can over-rule our
territory in some cases though. If they hand over a royal search warrant with a
general’s authority, they get access. Otherwise we end up with a battle and
that could start a civil war.”
    “Dammit, this house is
compromised then,” Weyland said grimly. His heart
felt oppressed, like a weight was falling from London onto his world.
    “You have some time, it depends
on the Commander, he may purge or safeguard your data. Safeguard your records
at your location, bug out from and come quickly to The Estates. DON’T use your
main travel vehicle unless you have to, I suspect they have the plates.”
    “Roger that, I’ll get on it.”
    “Good luck mate.”
    Weyland put the phone down as the feeling of oppression now felt even closer than
before. The thought of them searching his house twisted in his guts. The
invasion of privacy was one thing but the knowledge that they’d confiscate and
possibly ‘lose’ items grinded him even more.
    “They aren’t going to invade my
world, not like this anyway,” he said decisively then rushed into action.
    Weyland spent the next thirty minutes packing supplies and gear into his Land Rover. Another
fifteen minutes saw a three-quarter ton trailer loaded up as well. He was
playing with fire taking the extra time of storing all his valuables and
equipment away from the farm house, but he refused to let them have their way
with his gear and possessions.
    His farmhouse was part of a
twenty acre property and it took him five minutes of driving to get to a
sprawling forest. It was here that his main cache of stores was hidden. He
opened up a carefully concealed