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A.T.Hagan

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September 13 - The Beginning of the Middle

The sun hung just above the trees on the west side of the pasture and they threw long shadows that were slowly creeping closer. John poured himself another glass of lemonade - made with real lemons that had been a lucky score at the Archer market last weekend from a shipment that had made it up from the southern end of the state. He'd spent the day in the garden and it felt good to sit in the late afternoon sun on the porch after a good bath. His stomach growled but he ignored it. Ann wouldn't be home for at least another few minutes yet and they were waiting supper on her arrival. He'd had the girls give the house a good cleaning that morning and he'd come in and helped them cook supper so that everything would be perfect for when she got home. He had to admit the sensibility of her arrangements but he still missed her company nonetheless. He clicked on the little portable radio to catch the last of the evening news

<i>China watchers in the U.S. and Europe are discussing a news article appearing on page six of yesterday's Hong Kong Daily News which reports a change in leadership of the Chinese Central Military Command. This command is the means by which the Chinese Communist Party controls the Chinese military - the People's Liberation Army. In the past a change of leadership in this post has oft times presaged a change in leadership at the highest levels of the P.R.C. The U.S. government has offered no comment on this news story. There is still no official word from the Chinese government.

In national news President Bush blasted the leaders of the coalition blocks that have locked horns over the manner by which the U.S. Congress will be reconstituted. Fierce political infighting has crossed party lines as the New Reality bloc of Midwestern and Western states demand that congressional representatives and senators to replace those lost to the Impact and its aftermath be appointed by their respective state legislatures on the basis of the actual post-Impact U.S. population distribution.

Death tolls have still not been fully determined but Eastern Recovery Command and FEMA authorities state they believe it will finalize between thirty seven and thirty eight million casualties approximately four fifths of which were in the Atlantic seaboard states with the remainder being spread across the Gulf Coast states and lesser numbers attributable to casualties resulting from the earthquakes and flooding following the asteroid impact.

The opposing view is presented by the Stability bloc of Atlantic and Gulf Coast states that demand all Congressional appointments be based on the population distribution as determined by the last census which they state is required by the Constitution. Neither side has yet managed to prevail in the struggle.

Eighty seven Congressional Representatives and Senators who were in Washington during the summer recess as well as three Supreme Court Justices were lost when they could not be located in time to evacuate them before the giant waves hit or were lost in the collision between two of the large Sikorsky helicopters used in the evacuation as they were lifting off from the grounds of the Capitol.

This deadlock is frustrating the President's attempts to push forward with the full implementation of the National Reconstruction Corp programs. One of those programs includes the absorption of assets from those insurance companies in the U.S. that are unable to meet their financial liabilities resulting from Impact and Post-Impact claims. These assets would be used in funding the National Reconstruction Corp projects. This move is being vigorously opposed by the insurance industry. A friend-of-the-court briefing has been filed in favor of the insurance industry's position by representatives of the National Bankers Association who fear that banks left insolvent by East Coast losses may also be absorbed into the NRC.

President Bush is said to be pushing for an expedited decision by the surviving five man, one woman Supreme Court also based now in Denver. The Court has not yet said if it would hear the case nor how long they would need to rule if they did


In the Southwest the Arizona Department of Public Safety reports increasing incidences of cross-border raids by a previously unknown group calling themselves the "Villaists". The last such reported raid resulted in a half-hour long running fire fight between the bandits and local residents in the town of Douglas situated on the Mexican border. Two Villaists were reported killed and one towns person wounded. Arizona National Guard troops are being moved to the border area in response.

A spokesperson for the Eastern Recovery Command report the first aid shipments have begun to arrive from Australia and Japan which is targeted at East and Gulf Coast disaster areas. Aid shipments from the South American Pacific nations of Chile and Peru are due to begin arriving this week. Foreign aid to the devastated areas of the U.S. was delayed when difficulties were encountered in getting permissions to bring the material into the country.</i>

John had just taken the last swallow of lemonade in the glass when he saw the blue University of Florida van pull up in front of the gate so he set down his glass - <i>Breaking news from Riyadh, Saudi Arabia reports eruptions of gun fire in the Saudi capital city as reports of an att…</i> switched off the radio and went to meet his wife at the gate. He was just giving her a kiss when a man stepped out of the van with a small suitcase and a five gallon bucket in his hands. John glanced at him not recognizing the face at first then realizing it was Luke Hatcher. "Luke!" he exclaimed, "My God, you look bad… Well, sorry about putting it that way, but you really haven't been taking care of yourself."

The doctor stuck out his hand and shook with John. "Hi John" he said, "that's why I'm here. One of Lisa's friends ratted me out to her and she raised Hell with the hospital director so he packed me off to here for a few days to get her out of his hair!"

Taking Ann by the hand he said, "Well come inside you two! We've got supper ready to put on the table and we'll fatten you both up right proper."

His wife smiled. "Sounds good to me! They do feed us at the university but well… it's not exactly cordon bleau nor is there a lot of it. That's a big part of the reason why Luke looks like he does I think. That and the big lug not having enough sense to sleep once in a while."

Luke smiled, "Being a doctor in a disaster area is never easy. Oh, by the way, Ann said this is for you." He handed the bucket to John.

John examined the sealed, unlabled white plastic bucket and said, "What's this?"

Ann replied, "Crown vetch seed. Dr Martin in Forages and Feeds thinks it might do well here if the winter turns out to be what they think it will be. He'd like you to try it in the pasture. Says it ought to provide some winter grazing if you plant it with rye. He'll bring you enough rye grass seed and the seeder again for the pasture as soon are they're finished with it. I think he's concerned that the extension farm pasture is too close to town and they might not be able to keep grazing animals on it through the winter so he wants to try it someplace further out of town. Might be a way to save on feed if it works."

Her husband nodded his head. "Crown vetch. I've heard of it but I can't recall much about it. Ought to be something on it in Morrison's <I>Feeds and Feeding</I> or one of the others. I'll take a look at it this weekend."

They stepped through the door and the girls ran up to meet them. "Daddy!" Heather yelled and ran up to hug her father. He picked her up and swung her around. Melinda ran up and hugged her mother who gave her a big hug and kiss. She then hugged Brittany and Heather when her father let her go. Luke looked at Melinda and asked, "How have you been feeling? Has your tummy been giving your any more trouble?"

Brittany poked her in the ribs and said, "Only when she eats too many green peanuts out of the peanut hay!"

Melinda whirled around to confront her accoster then turned back to the doctor, "No sir," she replied "My 'ppendix has been fine since you gave me that medicine." Then she poked Brittany back and said, "And I don't either eat too many peanuts out of the peanut hay!"

Everyone chuckled at that and Ann said, "No, I think she learned that lesson when she was six!"

Robert poked his head through the kitchen door and said, "Y'all come on and set to the table. I just took the biscuits out of the oven."
 
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Mac

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Good work. Loved the part about the new Congressional makeup and the political battle over the new makeup of Congress, that would be a huge issue, and you hit on redistricting/reapportionment well. :D
 

FollowTruth

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Alan,

Thank you for the obvious time, effort, and thought you've put into this. You have captured my interest with the people and events of the story; I find myself wondering about them as I go about my day.

Again, thank you! Good Job!
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Until later...
Terri
 

A.T.Hagan

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<b>Nana wrote:</b>
<i>May I have your permission to print and give to some DGI's? It just might get to them. However, if you have any hesitation at all regarding my doing this I will understand and not distribute it. </i>

I forgot to reply to this so I'll do it now.

I wrote this story for the board's enjoyment so as long as no one is charging anyone any money for copies I don't mind if you want to copy it for them. If you think it might help lead them to the light then feel free.

<b>Wooly wrote</b>
<i>Would you be willing to share with us what you've learned about the general subjectof your story from having thought about its various elements, and written about them?</i>

Well, I'm not sure what lessons I've learned from this experience but I'll at least relate what I think I know so far. If you don't mind I'll actually reply to your question over on the story discussion thread since something may come of the answer.

The discussion thread is at: http://www.timebomb2000.com/vb/showthread.php?s=&threadid=39248

I have to admit that I'm not ready to call it a day on this story yet. If you all will keep reading it I'll keep pounding it out though it may be slow in coming when next week rolls around.

.....Alan.
 

AngieM2

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Yes - please keep writing.
I have to be away from computer from today until Monday, but will check here first thing and add all the new stuff to my ongoing word document.

Thanks so much for continuing. It's helps me figure for when I have some land.

AngieM2
 

Nana

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Alan,

Thank you so much! I only hope I have enough supplies as I'm up to 60 some pages so far. :)

I'm really enjoying the story and check several times a day for the next chapter. Keep up the good work.

Nana
 

A.T.Hagan

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Chuck pointed out an awkwardness in the last post in the section concerning Congress. After checking Congressional calendars and thinking about it a bit I've rewritten it somewhat to make it more realistic.

For you folks who are copying the story you may want to recopy the last story post.

.....Alan.
 

A.T.Hagan

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September 14, 2002

Luke said, "There's one" as he raised his rifle and began tracking the running dog that looked like it had a lot of Dalmatian in its history. He fired but missed when the animal jumped a bush and then hit the ground running twice as fast as before. It ran parallel to the line of beaters so several men had a try at it but the wildly jinking dog proved impossible to hit until Ellie Strickland put a round from her .308 through its hips. It thrashed and screamed until she finished it with a follow up shot.

Several of the hunters walked up to examine the kill. "With their speed and size these dogs are a lot harder to hit than a deer." Luke said. "Do the beaters get a lot of shots?"

John responded, "When we did this last week we took most of ours in the first hour or so. After that they stayed well ahead of us but we could hear the men in the pocket start to get busy, most especially in the last hour or so when we began to close the trap."

One of the men was dressed in BDUs with a gold lieutenant's bar and Eastern Recovery Command patches. He said, "I had a Dalmatian when I was a kid. Seems a shame to just shoot it but what else can you do? There's probably hundreds of thousands of dogs across the state turning from pets to predators now." Lieutenant Andrew Wilkinson was a recent West Point Graduate home on leave before shipping out to Korea who found himself among the sea of humanity fleeing the Florida East Coast ahead of the advancing tsunamis and was now a part of the Eastern Recovery Command. This morning he was acting as an observer to learn the technique that John and the others were perfecting for thinning out the numbers of predatory dogs that preyed on the local livestock.

"Yes, it is" said John, "one of the first dogs we killed was a really pretty black Labrador that my dad shot. Under other circumstances I'd have been happy to have the dog but I've got three of my own and before things get better we may end up having to shoot one or more of them. Just another consequence of a rock falling from the sky but it's the dogs that have to pay for it."

The men and women went back to their positions and once more began to advance. The radio crackled occasionally as positions were checked and kills announced. This hunt had drawn forty two individuals, both from within John's sector, several from neighboring sectors, and the two Recovery Command observers, Lt. Wilkinson with the beaters, and Sgt Mark Shiloh with the men in the pocket.

The line moved on, the occasional shot sounding. John figured it was probably as much the prospect of finding some sport in the hunt as much as it was to remove dangerous predators that attracted some of the men. At noon everyone broke out their lunches and sat under a large live oak in the backside of a large cow pasture. Talk turned to news of the day, especially to that of China and her silence in response to the destruction of her navy by the Americans.

"We knocked her on her ass and she's afraid to get up again" said Ed Harris. "As soon as we blew the first nuke we changed the rules of the game. She realized she wasn't in our league so now she's just got to suck it up and take it just like in the Boxer Rebellion. My great grandfather was part of that action. He'd just joined the Corp the year before."

John said, "You may be right. She hasn't attacked us or sent any missiles, hasn't done anything at all. Just a big wall of silence."

Luke said, "That wall may be starting to crack. That article in the Hong Kong paper may be a subtle way for them to tell the world there has been or is going to be a leadership change." He took a swallow from his canteen and continued, "I've been to Hong Kong and Beijing for conferences and vacations. The Chinese are very big on the concept of 'face' which is somewhat difficult to explain but it matters a great deal to them. I think the Chinese leadership reasoned that we would be too hurt, distracted, or both to make any real effort to stop her from taking Taiwan. Without us to interfere she would be able to take the island at relatively little cost and maybe not even much damage. She got a real shock when President Bush authorized the use of nuclear weapons and destroyed what was probably the best part of her navy. If we'd left it at that she might have launched a counter attack but then the president openly committed the U.S. strategic forces and aimed them directly at her. We may never know exactly what happened behind the scenes but I think China took one look at the board and decided she couldn't win. She hasn't capitulated but has simply withdrawn within herself as she has done in the past, beaten and humiliated but still intact."

The lieutenant asked, "Do you think this is going to cause a leadership change at the top levels? That seems to be what the article was implying."

"Yes, I think it is going to cause a change." Luke continued, "As I said, face matters a great deal to the Chinese and the destruction of their navy and being stared down in a nuclear confrontation in front of the whole world has intensely humiliated her and cost her a great deal of face. Now someone must expiate her losses so there is a power struggle going on behind the scenes. That little news article deep inside a Hong Kong paper is the way such things are sometimes hinted at. There's almost certainly a great deal more happening right now that we haven't heard about yet."

Ellie was more interested in the local situation so she asked the lieutenant, "How are things in the camp now lieutenant? I've been hearing about this National Reconstruction Corp that's supposed to come in and give people jobs. Have many signed up yet?"

A frown crossed the soldier's face. "Yes ma'am," he said, "many have but there's still quite a few able bodied types that haven't yet. They've got no place to go, nothing in their pockets, and no way to sustain themselves outside of what we give them but you can't get them to actually DO anything either! They were the reason we had so much trouble to begin with. None of us had a lot to eat before the transports started coming in but you couldn't get them to help maintain the camp and they acted like they were supposed to have room service come in and clean up after them. We shouldn't have had a quarter of the disease cases we did but no matter what we did we just could not get some of them to understand that you HAD to keep a latrine just so, that garbage HAD to be kept policed, that laundry and dishes HAD to be kept clean. They won't work, they won't learn, they won't do anything but whine that the government isn't doing enough for them!" A sheepish grin crossed his face and he said, "Sorry about that, it's a sore point with me since I lived in the camp before Captain Swift started combing it for military personnel. Probably why the Major sent me out here…"

John nodded and spoke, "I'd heard that there was a hefty contingent that wouldn't do anything but sit on their butts. Once the folks who were willing to work and join the NRC were moved out and the truly disabled were situated I'd be all for just turning the rest of them out and telling them to fend for themselves but I'd probably end up having to deal with them here when they started stealing! So far as I'm concerned if they're able bodied and can't support themselves then they should be MADE to work, Draft their asses and send them up to Georgia and let them salvage what's left of Savannah."

Luke said, "There's some trying to do just that. CNN had a blip about a bill proposing an involuntary draft of able bodied displaced persons that could not support themselves for any who would not voluntarily join the NRC. Only a couple of sentences and I haven't heard anything else about it."

Another man by the name of Earl from Ed Harris's sector said, "Good! If they ain't crippled then make them work! You don't work you don't eat! Welfare has come to an end in the United States and that's they way it should be!"

No one dissented with the sentiment and the conversation drifted onward. Earl asked Lt. Wilkinson, "You heard anything about when we're going to get some gas again? It's fifteen miles from my place into Gainesville where I work and I'd sure like to be able to stop having to ride my daughter's bike to get there!"

The solder shook his head then said, "If I were you I'd try to get a better bike because it's going to be next Spring, maybe longer before you see gasoline for sale in this country again. With the Atlantic ports smashed, the refineries in the Gulf damaged and the big one down in Venezuela damaged we're barely able to get enough fuel just to run freight transport and agriculture. I heard last week that an early winter is predicted and it seems to be true since they've had two snowstorms in the Northern Tier states already. They'll be having to switch over refinery capacity very soon to making heating oil if they haven't already. It's not that there isn't any oil it's just that a lot of our ability to move or refine it has been damaged or destroyed. With the Saudi Arabia situation on top of it we might have fuel rationing for at least another year, maybe longer."

John asked, "What's happening with Saudi Arabia? I don't remember hearing anything thing about them, The tsunami shouldn't have touched them at all."

Wilkinson replied, "It happened yesterday afternoon. I heard the first story about six or seven. There's been a coup de tat in the royal family with the crown prince being over thrown by one of the other princes - the defense minister I think. There was quite a fire fight in the royal palace when it happened according to CNN. Washingto…. I mean Denver is probably hemorrhaging because the defense minister, Prince Sultan I think they called him, is supposed to be very pro-fundamentalist and against western influences but no one's sure what he's going to do. This morning before I came out CNN said that their correspondents were not permitted to report from Riyadh without getting government approval now. Mecca and Medina have been locked down too. Haven't heard what the president thinks about it but you know he's going to be uptight."

With a nod John said, "Well, with the U.S. and half of Western Europe washed out to sea I suppose it's to be expected that a lot of different groups will try to make their moves. One prince or another, they've got to sell their oil to someone."

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"Damn, my feet hurt!" John said as he sat down at the table with his soup. The two drives of the day had taken over fifty dogs, coyotes, foxes, raccoons, cats, possums, and armadillos. Many of the men had kept some of the animals to take home but there still remained a pile of the predatory species heaped in the wagon that Miguel had brought. In a previous life it had been an old Mazda pick up truck but after Miguel had worked it over with a welder it was now a mule drawn wagon. John was considering doing the same with his truck if it looked like gas was going to remain scarce for a good deal longer.

Luke groaned, "I came out here to get some rest and you walk me across half the county!"

Ed Harris chuckled and said, "Doc, you should be glad you never joined the Corp. We did that kind of thing every day before breakfast."

John laughed, "And they did it barefoot in the snow, uphill BOTH ways! What are you complaining about Luke, you seemed happy enough when you took that double this afternoon. Can't believe I missed that hound at fifty feet!"

Ed Strickland spoke up, "But it was worth it. Between today and last week we should have some relief for a while. Maybe the government will pay a bounty on dogs before long."

Lt. Wilkinson said, "Can you imagine doing this kind of thing before the Impact? We'd have PETA all over us with court injunctions!"

Robert observed, "The animal rights types are probably eating their dogs by now and trying to convince themselves that it's really tofu." A general chuckle arose from the table.

A sheriff's cruiser pulled up in front of the gate and Mike Daniels got out then the cruiser backed out and continued down the road. He came up to the tables, got a bowl of soup then sat with the others. "Hey Miguel! That's some wagon you got there. That's a mighty heap of dogs too. You could probably sell wagons like that down at the Archer market and bring a pretty price about now."

"In fact, I have sold one" Miguel said. "Mike Morgan convinced me to build him one."

Ed turned and looked at the wagon with a fresh eye and asked, "Be pretty expensive for you to build one of them things wouldn't it? That's a lot of welding, even if you got the truck for free. What'd he pay for it?"

Miguel replied, "One hundred dollars."

Earl asked incredulously, "Only a hundred dollars? That's cheap!"

With a smile Miguel said, "That's one hundred <i>silver</i> dollars, face value. Paper is losing value so fast that I wouldn't deal in it for something big like a wagon."

This caused many raised eyebrows around the table. John asked, "What's silver bringing now? That wouldn't have been all that much before Impact but what about now?"

The wagon builder shrugged, "Before the asteroid strike a silver dollar was worth about three dollars, maybe a little more. Now, after the strike" he cupped his hands and slowly raised them skyward "a silver dollar is worth a great deal more. It's recognizable and solid. People want them. A hundred silver dollars now would be like buying a new car but Mike paid it gladly enough."

Mike Daniels observed, "Morgan's been doing a lot of big spending lately. Got my curiosity up so I asked him where he got it all. Said that he'd been salting it away for years because he always figured that paper dollars would go back to being paper one day."

John said, "Before the Impact I'd have said he was making a fool's bet but now he might just be the town millionaire."
 

Fuchi

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A major quandry....to rush it and read it now in a hurry (almost lunch time) or try and wait for after lunch and a nice long read?

I hate options......lol
 

A.T.Hagan

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September 20, 2002 - Developments

John took another pull at his coffee mug and settled further into his chair in the living room. It had been raining since before dawn and with a muffled rumble of distant thunder it began to come down harder. He tried to concentrate on Salatin's <i>You Can Farm</i> but his leg was beginning to throb again and it kept him from focusing on the book. It would be another three hours before he was supposed to take the next Darvon and for a few moments he considered just taking another one anyway. Unfortunately, it was the only good painkiller they had and they had only the one bottle which would have to be made to last. With a grimace he swallowed four aspirin and poured three fingers of bourbon into his coffee.

The day before John and his dad had been cutting firewood. By their reckonings they had enough seasoned wood to get through their normal winter but with no way of knowing how long power rationing would last they felt it best to lay in as much wood as they could. By the time they had used up their seasoned wood the new cut wood should have dried enough in the wood shed to make for decent fuel. The Impact induced intense rainfall and storms had downed a large number of trees in the neighborhood and it was those that they cut. A tall, straight hickory had taken a lightning strike and lay fallen, lodged against a neighboring water oak. They had cleared a working area around the tree for safety reasons and carefully began to dismember the tree. Blow downs snagged in other trees were always risky to cut and this one showed why when the trunk unexpectedly broke before John was ready, fell, caught in some grape vines climbing the oak tree and the top swung quickly to the side catching John across the left calf before he could leap clear.

"Damn lucky it didn't do worse than a greenstick" John growled as his leg throbbed. The cold front passing through had brought cooler temperatures with a high not expected to top sixty five - cool for the time of year in Florida. The cool, damp weather was making his leg, right knee and shoulders throb. John had been worried the break was more serious than it was until his dad had managed to get him to the Clinic in Archer. "You're lucky, Mr. Horne," Dr. Rittenhouse had told him, "X-rays show a simple, greenstick fracture but not a complete break. If that tree had hit you a bit harder it probably would have. You're going to have a whacking great bruise from it though." He was right, from his knee nearly to his ankle the left side of his left calf was a livid bruise and tender to the touch.

He laid back in his chair and closed his eyes. In the dining room he could hear Mel, Brittany, and Heather giggling as they did their school work. The county was trying to reopen the schools but there was too little fuel available to run school busses. The Archer Community School had opened but it was five miles away and the nearest high school was fifteen. A family council the weekend before had decided they would try their hand at home schooling until the county was able to make pickups again. Lisa had spoken with the principal in Archer and he agreed to loan them textbooks and Luke had procured high school textbooks in Gainesville for Heather and had them sent to the house. When the power was on and the phone was working they used Ann's university Internet connection to supplement their texts. So far it was working OK but John hoped they wouldn't ask him to help with their algebra again. He'd been chagrined at how much he had forgotten and found himself unable to help. "You'll have to ask Aunt Lisa when she gets home tonight" was all he could tell them. "Math was never my best subject, I'm afraid. Grandpa Robert and I will help you with the practical subjects and Aunt Lisa and Ann will help you with grammar and math."

The mantle clock chimed eight times and he decided to distract himself by listening to the last hour of NPR morning news so he carefully stood, tucked his crutch under his arm and crossed the room to the radio. He clicked it on, then turned and headed back to his chair.

<i>In Tallahassee Governor Bush gave his public backing to the bill introduced yesterday in the state legislature mandating a work requirement for anyone receiving state administered relief funds. With Federal disaster relief funds being administered by the State in addition to those funds appropriated by the Legislature the practical effect of this bill would be that all persons receiving disaster aid would be required to prove they are undertaking some form of productive work. The bill is opposed by a number of Democratic representatives in the State House and a smaller number of Democratic State Senators but with a Republican majority in both houses and the prevailing mood of bootstrap rebuilding the bill is expected to easily pass. Representative Wayne Osborne of the panhandle town of Chipley is the primary sponsor of the bill in the House. He explains that the work requirement would not applicable to anyone who has been found to be totally medically disabled but those who have only partial disabilities may be required to perform public labor if suitable jobs can be found for them. Childcare will be provided by the state, possibly staffed by other relief workers.

Internationally a small article in the corrections section of yesterday's Hong Kong Daily News reports an error in their earlier article concerning a leadership change in the Chinese Central Military Commission. The article states that the change was to be in the Vice Chair position of that Commission presently held by Generals Zhang Wannian and Chi Haotian. It is not immediately clear if only one or both of these individuals are being replaced. China watchers in the U.S. say this may be indicative of an ongoing power struggle in the top circles of Chinese leadership. NPR has been unable to contact the author of the original news article for clarification. No official word from the P.R.C. has yet been released.

In the same edition of the Hong Kong paper there is a front page story of the loss of Chinese Premier Zhu Rhonji in a plane crash as he was flying to southern Hunan province to view the devastation left behind after the failure and collapse of retention dikes around Dongting Lake. This lake is China's second largest freshwater lake and covers an area approximately the size of Luxembourg. The article did not state a casualty figure but speculated that the Impact induced flood related deaths may soon top one million with a further sixty five million people displaced as all of China's major rivers overflow their banks. Dongting lake is a major outflow for the Yangtze river, one of the largest in that nation. Hunan province is one of China's most important rice producing regions and the harvest there is predicted to drop below 155 million tons this year due to the record breaking flooding. This is some twenty two millions tons less than last year's harvest which raises the spectre of famine.

In Moscow today Russian President Vladimir Putin reiterated his offer to the U.S. and China to mediate in their dispute and has stated that if Moscow is not found suitable he was willing to move the negotiations to Switzerland or Japan. Speaking through a translator he stated, "I feel an obligation according to the Russian-Sino Treaty of Friendship and Cooperation and our long standing bonds of friendship with the U.S. to try to resolve this dispute between our friends the United States and the People's Republic of China." Neither the U.S., nor Chinese governments have yet to respond to this latest offer of mediation.

Also from Russia today further controversy in the Russian Duma as the Russian Communist Party finds itself increasingly outmaneuvered and marginalized in the Russian legislature. After being expelled by the party for refusing to resign his post in protest for the Communists losing seven of their nine committee chairmanships Genady Seleznev, Speaker of the State Duma has joined forces with the pro-Kremlin "Unified Russia" bloc that control a combined 240 seats spread between four allied parties. Mr. Seleznev states "The Rodina is in need of a new center-left party, perhaps based on the European model." Weakened as it may presently be the prevailing wisdom among Kremlin watchers is that the Communist Party will remain an important factor in Russian politics for the foreseeable future due to their still being the largest, most disciplined single party in the Russian Federation.</i>

John swallowed the last of his coffee so he limped into the kitchen to refill his mug with fresh brew, brown sugar and cream skimmed from the morning's milk. Melinda came out of the pantry with a small brown paper back heading for the dining room. "How's the school work coming sprout?" he asked.

"Pretty good daddy." She replied, "Heather is helping Brittany and me with our math. I'm just getting us a snack. Since it's raining we're going to do schoolwork until eleven then fix lunch."

"OK" her father said, and limped back into the living room. Once back in his chair he poured more bourbon into his mug, more than he intended actually. "Well, damn it."

He took a tentative sip, "Not bad." He took a deep swallow.

<i>In the Crimea today representatives of the Russian Federation reached agreement with representatives of the governments of Kazakhstan and Azerbaijan over the apportionment of the oil rich Caspian sea bed. This trilateral agreement is expected to put increasing pressure on Iran and Turkmenistan who demand a different method of apportioning the sea bottom be used.

Agricultural officials of the European Union and the Russian Federation at a conference in Berne, Switzerland released statements that due to adverse weather conditions and flooding resulting from the asteroid strike the grain harvests this summer and fall are expected to be as much as 35% below normal leading to fears that rationing may become necessary this winter."</i>

The throbbing in his leg was beginning to subside and John took another deep pull from his mug. "Damn but that's good. That fresh cream makes a huge difference. Should have got a dairy cow years ago. Wonder if I can talk Ellie into selling me one?" He picked up the Salatin book and began to read.

<i>In Brussels today European Union officials indicated they felt that it might be possible to reclaim flooded lands in the Netherlands, Belgium and parts of France within two years. British officials indicate that food shipments are now reaching all areas in need in the tsunami devastated areas of the British Isles. Flight routes and refueling stations have now been established for aid shipments from the unaffected European nations to be flown to the United States. Relief efforts have been complicated by the loss of stop over points in Iceland, Greenland, and coastal Canada but now new refueling stations have been put in place.

USDA officials state that due to flooding and other adverse weather the national grain harvest will probably be reduced by 35-40% this year but there should be sufficient food stocks to feed the nation now that Midwestern fuel distribution difficulties are being cleared. The livestock industry is expected to be seriously hit by this reduction in the harvest which will make grain too expensive to be used as animal feed. Sharp increases in the price of meat are expected starting in October..

In the weather the third snowstorm of the season is advancing across the northernmost Midwest and is expected to blanket the Northeast within three days. Light rain is falling across the central portion of the nation but is expected to subside by tonight. The cold front presently passing across Florida, Georgia, and the Carolinas is expected to move out over the Atlantic by tonight without dropping significant amounts of precipitation</i>

John put the book down in his lap so that he could rest his eyes.

Presently he began to snore.



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Edited to change Demerol to Darvon which is what I intended but didn't type.
 
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Maiden

Membership Revoked
bumping btt. Alan, your story just keeps getting better and better and more and more involved worldwide due to the ramifications of the Impact. Thank you so much for the terrific read. I can't put it down!
 

A.T.Hagan

Inactive
September 29, 2002 - End Times

The gasoline-soaked wood went up with a flash. Leaping flames quickly ran along the arms. The brightly burning cross revealed six hooded white-clad figures standing in a circle around it. After a moment they began to silently spread out in a line, unslinging rifles to point them at the windows of the small white country church in front of them.

As the first man shouldered his rifle John Horne stepped out of the darkness under an oak tree some thirty yards behind the cross and worked the action of his short barreled Remington shotgun.

SLACK!… SLACK!…

The six hooded figures whirled and as they did so John shouted, "SHERIFF'S DEPARTMENT! DROP YOUR WEAPONS AND PUT YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR!"

One of the robed figures swung his Mini-14 around to hip shoot at the figure illuminated by the fire but was slammed to the ground by rifle fire from the darkness on either side.

The deputy said nothing for a moment then spoke. "Any of the rest of you gentlemen want to try your luck?"

One by one the remaining five Klansmen dropped their weapons to the ground.

John stepped forward until he was within twenty yards of the men. "That's better, much better… Now if you gentlemen would be so kind as to take three paces back from those rifles I'd be much obliged."

A moment's hesitation, two … then one man did as had been told and the remaining four did a moment later.

"Very good," John said, "now as I'm sure you're aware there's a law in the State of Florida about wearing hoods in public so I'll have to ask you to kindly shuck them for me. While you're at it, please be so kind as to remove your robes. I'd hate to find that one of your is wearing a pistol under there somewhere that I didn't know about."

The hooded figure who had lit the cross spoke, "Who are you? What do you want with us? This isn't none of your affair."

"I'm John Horne, sector deputy for the Alachua County Sheriff's office. You gentlemen are in my sector. You are also all under arrest. Now I told you to take those hoods and robes off so get with it!" John motioned at them with the shotgun. One of the men on the end threw down his hood and robe. Three others soon followed with the man who had spoken being the last.

"That's much better, I like to look a man in the face when I talk to him, don't you?" John said. Out of the black shadows thrown by the corners of the church, members of the Posse stepped forward and began to cuff the men. The man who had spoken was wearing a holstered revolver of which Ed Harris quickly relieved him. A search of the rest yielded pocket knives and rifle ammunition but no other weapons.

The Klan speaker spoke again, "John Horne. I've heard of you. You faced down that Army man. What are you doing here? This isn't your affair! This has nothing to do with you!"

"On the contrary," John replied, "it has a lot to do with me. As I told you, I'm the sector deputy for this area and you men are under arrest on suspicion of murder, rape, and robbery. One of your compadres had a real brainstorm at the Archer market yesterday morning and tried to trade Mrs. Rutledge's wedding ring. Too bad for him that the trader he was dealing with had attended her wedding last year and got to wondering about the inscription inside the ring. He sings very sweetly when we lean on him and he fingered you all quite precisely."

A look of shock crossed the faces of the five men but the speaker soon recovered. He eyed John in the light of the burning cross, then Ed, Jimmy, and the other four Posse members he could see. "You're all white men, you're all a part of us. Don't you understand them people were just ******s, not real people at all but just mud people. Don't you understand - these are the End Times! The White Race has got to band together to fight the AntiChrist and his minions the mud people, khazars, and the other mongrelized races. It's no crime to kill them and take back what they have stolen from us! You should join us in doing God's work!"

This time it was John's turn to be shocked. For a moment he said nothing as he tried to digest what he'd heard. The spokesman looked pleadingly at him to understand. Finally John said, "It was an asteroid you idiot, not the Second Coming! This isn't Revelations or where ever it is you get this crap from! You raped, robbed and murdered three people! Never mind the homes you shot into and the damage you've done."

"NO!" the man shouted at him, "It was God's work! He sent that rock as his Sign! We have a holy duty to battle against the AntiChrist and all who would join him. We do only what we must and any sins that we commit will be forgiven! You're all white men! You've seen the way the Mud People and Khazars have taken white women and mongrelized our race. It's the work of the Devil and we must combat it! Join us in the Holy Crusade!"

John was beginning to grasp the nature of the man's passion, or at least he thought he did. With a tone of disgust, "Fella, you're as crazy as a sack full of assholes. You can debate theology with the prison chaplain if you like but I'm done with you. Ed, Jimmy, you and the rest get these men over to the truck, we'll keep them there in the headlights where we can see them until County Central can get a van or something out here. Miguel, how about searching the body there and see if there's anything worthwhile on it. We'll let the county put it in a body bag. Steve, gather up those rifles and remove all the ammo." He turned and looked back towards the tree he had stepped out from under and shouted, "Jake!"

A voice answered from the darkness, it belonged to Jacob Daniels, Mike Daniel's eldest son. "I'm here!"

John hollered back, "Jake! Switch on the truck headlights so everyone can see and move it up about another hundred yards or so. Then bring me my sticks, my leg's beginning to pain me."

A few seconds later he heard the sound of a truck motor turn over, catch, then headlights came on about a hundred fifty yards away and began to pull forward until they were about fifty yards behind the oak tree. The posse members marched their prisoners towards the light and had them sit on the ground about ten yards in front of the truck. Jake ran up with John's crutches and handed them to him. "Thanks" John said and began to limp towards the truck. Upon arrival he picked up the CB mike from the truck radio and spoke, "Rover to Base, Rover to Base, Over."

A second later he heard Lisa's voice come across the radio, "Base to Rover, we read you. Over."

John keyed the mike again, "Good, Base contact County Central and ask them to send a van and at least several armed deputies to the church at the junction of the county road and the dirt road about three miles north of the Williston road. It's uhh, 148th avenue I think. We've taken five men into custody and have one other dead among the suspects. All armed, all arrested on suspicion of the Rutledge murders last week in Archer. Do you copy? Over."

A few seconds later the reply came. "Roger that, we copy. You're at the church at the intersection of the county road and 148th avenue three miles north of the Williston road. Requesting van and several armed deputies for five suspects and one body in connection with the Rutledge murders in Archer last week. We're establishing contact now. Will get back with you when message communicated. Over."

"Roger that, I copy. Over." He hung the microphone up on the dash and walked over to the edge of the light standing just inside the darkness.

Miguel walked up to him and asked, "Do you think we have them all?"

John shook his head in disgust, "Who knows! Until last week I'd have bet you money there wasn't this many Klansmen in Alachua county! Who knows how many we may shake out of the haystack."

The man who had spoken for the Klansmen swiveled around on his butt and struggled to his feet. John's hand went to his pistol butt and Miguel unslung his rifle. Squinting against the light he said, "The Soldiers of the Lord are everywhere but they are not seen until they strike. I've heard you have several women at your house since the Fall. Was that one of them? You Godless Secular Humanists are only pawns for the AntiChrist and you shall perish along with the rest of his minions when the Savior returns."

With a shake of his head the law man replied, "Fella, the more you talk the more I'm sure you're crazier than a bed bug. Looks like the University isn't the only place that attracts the religiously nuts."

"You would be wise to heed my words Deputy John Horne. That star on your chest will not avail you for long. The Soldiers of the Lord take care of their own. It would be a pity to see your family come to harm because you have allowed yourself to be misled into believing the lies of the AntiChrist."

John stepped into the light so that he could be seen. "Is that a threat, mister?"

The man replied, "Your fame precedes you deputy, as well as the wicked ways in your house. One day soon if you do not repent it may be necessary for the Soldiers of the Lord to rid our county of the den of iniquity found in your household. A prudent man would thin…unh!"

The butt of Ed Harris's Garand caught the man in the back of his head with a solid "thock!" and dropped him roughly to the ground. He groaned and rolled over on his back, his face in a grimace. Ed placed his boot on the mans throat with his rifle muzzle pressed against his lips. "You piece of shit! One more word out of you and I'll blow your goddamned head off and you can talk to the Lord in person! Let me make something clear to you and the rest of you trash. The first time that anyone of your kind make even the smallest attempt to harm this man's family or any other deputy's family I'll hunt you down and cut your balls off!"

John's hand came down gently on Ed's shoulder and pulled him backwards. "Ed, he's not worth it. We've got him clean and the evidence is good. We won't be seeing him for a long time, maybe ever. Let him go and the county will take care of him."

"It's not these shits that I'm concerned with John. It's the rest like him that we haven't caught yet. They don't have the balls to operate in the daylight against us. They do their work in the dark against helpless women and children." He looked coldly down at the men on the ground, "But let me tell you bastards something. You're not the only one who knows how to make someone afraid. You make the first move against anyone's family and for the rest of your short lives you'll wonder at every sound in the night if it's me."

"Soon, very soon, it will be."
 

Maiden

Membership Revoked
Wow ... I wasn't expecting this, Alan, even though I should have. You have my full attention! Great installment! Can't wait for the next! WOW!
 

A.T.Hagan

Inactive
October 6, 2002 - Implications

With a soft clank the stove door latched shut and John adjusted the flue and damper again. Another cold front was blowing through bringing rain and predicted to lower the temperature to about forty degrees which was in line with the porch thermometer outside. The year old oak billets were burning nicely and the living room had a toasty feel to it though the bedrooms would be cool in the morning.

He settled into his chair next to Ann so the radiant heat from the stove could shine on his leg which was throbbing with the damp cold then said, "If it gets as cold as the long range weather folks say it will and we stay with power rationing through the winter then the living room and kitchen will return to being the social centers of family life like they used to be. It'll be too cold in the bedrooms for anything but sleeping."

His wife looked over the top of her book and said, "Uhm hmm" and went back to reading. The three girls and Judy Young, Ricks ten year old niece, were at a folding table playing Uno. Robert and Lisa had chairs on the other side of the stove and were reading books of their own.

Presently John's dad put his Travis McGee novel down and said, "I reckon we'd better be building on those row covers tomorrow. If it goes to forty tonight it may well frost by Monday or Tuesday night. Did you get more of the plastic sheeting John?"

His son nodded his head, "Yes, I did. Cost more than I'd like to have paid but I got it. If we're careful how we build the frames and attach the plastic it should hold up pretty well even in a storm. I've got a good line on some glass windows and sliding glass doors too. The NRC is beginning to sell salvaged materials they're recovering from the coast. If we can get the fuel to go and pick them up in Gainesville we might get enough to put a real green house together. Keep us in fresh vegetables through the winter and give us a real leg up for starting seeds this Spring. Might even be able to sell bedding plants if we can get the seed. Bill at the feed store may have some of last year's stock left. I'll ask him next market day though he's probably going to want a big price for it."

Ann laid her book in her lap, "That's a good idea. I'm sure we've got to have plans for all sorts of green houses at the University. I'll see if I can dig some up this week. In the summer when it's hot maybe we can use the green house for food drying or something if we can rig up a good ventilation system."

The gate bell rang and Heather went to the window to see who it was. "Uncle John, it's Deputy Daniels."

"Thank you Heather" he replied, "Stick your head out the door and tell him to come on in please."

The girl did and went back to her card game, giggles arising soon afterwards. John figured they had to be talking about the Daniels boys again, a topic sure to arouse prolonged fits of giggling.

A moment later the sounds of boots could be heard on the porch and they could see Mike take off his rain slicker and hat and hang them on the porch hooks. He stepped through the door with a large manila envelope in his hands which he handed to John as he stood in front of the stove. "It may only be forty degrees outside but that wind and rain really drive it right through you! I'm betting we'll see snow this year. That's the follow up on the Rutledge murders that you need to review and sign for your part."

John's face wrinkled as he recalled the facts of the case. "Did y'all come up with anyone else who was involved or was the six we picked up and the fellow at the market the lot of them?"

Mike replied, "No, there were two more. Sgt Fuji does a lot of our interrogations and he's very good at it. Only took him a few hours to have most of them rolling each other over trying to cut the best deals to save their own butts. No honor among thieves there. Except for the leader, Archy Lauren, the one who 'banged' his head in the arrest. Fuji couldn't get anything out of him and I suspect he could tell us a thing or three."

"I bet he could too" John said, "the rest of them didn't strike me as anything more than followers but that fella was something else altogether. That wasn't his first rodeo. He's either had a lot more experience at this than I'd like to think about or he's been well trained or maybe both. But still, we got the lot so that's one particular problem resolved."

The deputy had an uneasy look on his face. "I'm not so sure John. I can tell you that the sheriff was considerably consternated that we found nine here in the county with the balls to actually pull off something like those murders. We've got some hotheads that will run their mouths but that's about all they'll do. Taking a hand in murder is something else. Having experienced Archy Lauren I wouldn't be surprised if we didn't have more that we don't know about, especially since we didn't know anything about five of the nine that we did pick up."

The hair on the back of John's neck prickled, "They still in the jail?"

Mike nodded, "Oh yes, they ain't getting out. Judge Smith had a stroke the day of the Impact so just now there's only Rufus Greene on the felony bench and he's pretty hardnosed about these sorts of things. He's let a lot of lesser men out on their own recognizance until their trials come up to spare the county the expense of keeping them but not these Klansmen, they'll stay in the jug until they are tried. I have a feeling if he's the one to try them they won't get out of Raiford except in a box. In fact, there's a lot of pressure to streamline the justice system and bring back public executions. Lauren at least may hang in the courthouse square."

Lisa looked alarmed at the prospect. "You're not serious about them executing people in public are you?"

"Well, there is a lot of talk about it and word has it there'll be a couple of bills come up in the legislature to allow it. Can't say much more about it than that."

John had an uneasy look on his own face, "If they've been duly convicted and had their appeals denied then people like Lauren should be publicly executed as far as I'm concerned. I'm more concerned about this 'streamlining' the justice system. That sounds pretty close to the martial law they're using in the camps and the devastated areas even if they do use euphemisms like 'Direct Federal Administration' instead of calling it what it really is. God knows the court systems is a slow, balky process at best but even before the Impact we let way too many men go free from Death Row when it was found they were actually innocent after they were condemned. I want those predators tried, convicted, and duly executed but only after they've had a fair trial first! Too easy to railroad a man to his death otherwise. Our little contretemps with Sgt. Nichols and Captain Swift could have gone the other way. Sure would like to think I'd have had my rightful day in court if I'd survived the experience."

"I don't know John. It's a different world now. We've got even more predators now than we did before Impact and even less with which to cope with them. Limiting appeals is proving to be very popular in the Legislature just now and with a big chunk of the Justice Department and Federal court system washed away they might be able to make it fly for a long time." Mike shrugged, "I reckon I can see more good than bad with it."

Conversation lagged for a time as Mike warmed himself by the stove. "Oh, by the way. I nearly forgot to tell you. We're finally getting regular fuel shipments in! There won't be any for open, public sale. It's all going to be strictly rationed as there's still not that much coming in but if you've got a ration priority you'll be able to buy gasoline, diesel fuel or LPG. You'll be entitled to ten gallons a week as a sector deputy. I imagine that Lisa might get a ration as well but I don't know how much. Not much for country distances but it's a damn sight better than none at all!"

With a grin John said, "That's the best news I've had all week! We've used all of our diesel including what we got from the county for plowing and planting. Be nice if we can get some more because Ed thinks we might be able to get a hay cutting in before frost if we could get fuel to run his tractors. He said he's go in shares with me if we can get the fuel but the agricultural allotment ran out. He's got more to cut than his allotment would cover but both of ours might do it."

"Well, just make sure you get some of it in gasoline for official business. Even with fuel coming in regular it's going to be a while before we can retire the Local Constable program. We're going to be losing a lot of our Recovery Command troops soon when they get sent up to Georgia to help in the salvage and recovery operations so we'll need all available manpower for a while yet."

"One last thing John before I head to the house for supper." Mike reached into his left side pocket and pulled out a small S&W revolver with a shrouded hammer. "The sheriff let me have this out of the property room. Sorry I couldn't get a second but at least you've got that. Ann's got her little Taurus, I figure you can give this one to Lisa."
 

Laurane

Canadian Loonie
How are they paying......

for the gasoline, the glass for the greenhouse etc they are buying. I notice you did not say barter, so I assume they have some amount of money (savings) on hand......how long will it last??? Did the Hornes have any silver stored away like their neighbour ??

Just enjoying this so much.


P.S. my grown son said that he noticed so many people seem to like reading doomer material/books.....maybe it was because they wanted to see a "new way of life" or the "old way before changes in morality came along".......thought that was fairly astute of him - there's hope for the boy yet.:D
 

russ3

Deceased
Alan, I am setting here with an unopened Tom Clancy book, hanging on every word you write. Please don't stop, we couldn't cope with the withdrawal. And I love Tom Clancy.

russ3 :) :) :)
 

A.T.Hagan

Inactive
October 8, 2002 - Negotiations

John peddled up to the gate in front of the house and dismounted, his knee giving him a sharp twinge in spite of the elastic brace he wore around it. Miguel stood up from where he'd been picking lettuce in his garden and yelled across the fence "Good morning John! What brings you around today? Do you need the Posse?"

Stepping through the gate he met the deputy and shook hands, "No, thankfully." John said, "Not this morning. I'm here on personal business this time."

A curious look came over the man's face, "Well then my friend, what can I do for you this cool October morning?"

John came right to the point, "Miguel, I want to rent your flatbed truck."

A reserved look over came the store owner's features. "Ah then, why don't we go in the kitchen and have a cup of coffee and we can discuss it."

The men stepped through the gate and went around the house and entered through the kitchen door. The host poured two cups of strong Cuban coffee and set them on the table. "You're quite welcome to use the truck John, but do you have fuel to run it? I've heard that some of the county people are getting a fuel ration so perhaps you are getting some of it?"

John shook his head, "I'm supposed to get a fuel ration but it hasn't shown up yet and I have pressing business that won't wait. That's why I'm here."

Concern showed on Miguel's face when he said, "But the fuel? How will you run the truck?"

John sighed and said, "Come on Miguel, I know good and well you've been holding a lot more fuel than you've let on about. Even acting as deputy I have to take Cricket when I need to be somewhere but you've always been quite obliging about using your truck when we've needed it. Anyone as short on fuel as the rest of us are would have to be a lot more particular."

In a guarded tone Miguel replied, "This is so but as a business man and member of the community I feel I have a public duty to assist in any way that I can in keeping law and order in our town. I have a lot to lose if we can't keep the bad ones under control. This should not make me a figure of suspicion in anyone's eyes."

John grinned, "Miguel, I don't suspect you of anything other than having more fuel than you've let on about. It's your juice, I'm not asking you to give it to me. I'm quite willing to work out a deal with you."

"But you know that the county and the Recovery Command have requisitioned all fuel supplies from dealers and distributors. If they were to become suspicious that I had not been fully truthful with them they might make trouble for me. I do not wish to jeopardize my family even if it means not being able to help a friend."

Nothing was said for a moment and the silence jelled the air. Finally John said, "OK, I suppose I can see your point. You're too great an asset to the community in emergencies to risk bringing the logistics cops down on you. How about I do this - you've got the flatbed parked inside your barn so no one will see you put about half a tank of diesel in the truck, that's more than I'll probably need. I'll go home and get one of the yellow diesel cans I use for the tractor and lash it to the back of the bike and ride back up here with it where everyone can see me and I'll make a show of emptying the can into the truck tank so that it will be seen that I put the fuel in the truck which should divert any suspicion from you. Would that make you comfortable?"

Miguel considered the proposition for a moment. "I suppose you'll be able to make it look convincing enough. OK, I'll accept your proposition. Now about the deal?"

"We've got cash, how much do you want?"

The businessman shook his head, "For this deal it is best we do not deal in dollars. I cannot buy more fuel with dollars and besides, there is a strong rumor that soon the government will recall all old money and issue new currency - at a steep exchange ratio. For the fuel you must have to run the truck we must talk precious metal or barter."

John quirked an eyebrow, "Are you sure about this currency recall? That's going to hurt! What's the exchange ratio going to be?"

The other man shrugged and spread his hands, "I do not know. I don't even know for sure that it will happen but I hear this rumor again and again. One man who works in the Recovery HQ in Gainesville I have done some favors for and he is quite certain but he cannot say when or what the exchange ratio will be other than very unfavorable. It's supposed to have something to do with the government trying to reopen the banks."

The deputy ran his fingers through his hair, "If it ain't one damn thing it's another. If they revalue the currency to get the banks open again they'll have to revalue the dollar amount of the outstanding mortgages and other loans. At least I'd think they would. They couldn't possibly expect us to pay off mortgages or whatever valued in old dollars with new dollars that are worth many times more."

Again Miguel shrugged and said, "My friend, I do not know. I do not know if it will happen at all just that I hear many rumors about it and it is for this reason I do not wish to deal in dollars for fuel. What did you have in mind to trade?"

The two men discussed the situation back and forth for many minutes until at least they had settled on five silver dollars and a brick of Winchester Super-X .22 ammunition and a few dozen eggs as a sweetener. John felt it was a steep price to pay relative to the value of the fuel, the silver and the ammunition before the Impact but there was no other place to go. Miguel couldn't legally get any more fuel and was not even supposed to have as much as he did now but John wasn't foolish enough to lean on him that way and lose a resource that was much more valuable than a half-tank of diesel fuel. They shook hands and John said he'd bring payment back with him when he returned.

As he walked out the gate and unchained his bike he muttered to himself "It's another round trip on this damn bike but I suppose it can't be helped. With forty pounds of water in that can on the back of the bike it's going to be a hard ride back too." He sighed, got on his bike and rode off.

-- -- -- --

There were no other vehicles at the road block on S.R. 24 entering Gainesville at Parker Rd so John pulled up to the barricade and stopped. "When we brought Mel in this was at the Interstate overpass."

His father nodded and watched the three troopers at the checkpoint, none of which had yet moved to approach the truck. "It's nearly five miles further to get to the overpass from here. If they've got this wide a perimeter around Gainesville manned twenty four hours a day that's got to be using a lot of troops. Sure seems like they'd be better used elsewhere."

John shrugged and replied, "Yep, seems that way to me too. Looks like they've finally noticed we're here and one of them is deigning to come speak with us. Maybe I was supposed to get out and go to them."

A trooper in worn, dirty BDUs walked up to the driver's side and said, "You got business in Gainesville?"

The driver nodded his head and said, "Yes, I do. I'm John Horne I have a meeting to attend this morning at the Sheriff's Office."

The trooper looked him up and down then asked, "Who are these other two with you. They going to this meeting too?"

"This is my father Robert Horne, the young man here is Jacob Daniels. When I am finished with my meeting we're going to the NRC salvage yard which is why we're in this truck." Something about the soldier's manner and tone was beginning to stick in John's craw. "Now, you know my business, how about my pass so I get on about it."

"Welll…, there's the matter of the fee Mr. Horne."

"Fee? What fee? There isn't any fee to get a pass into town."

The trooper gave a slight grin then said, "Well, it's like this. There's this fee we charge for processing paperwork like so folks can go on into town and not have to wait around all day in the weather. I'm sure you understand how it is."

The driver nodded his head knowingly. "Why yes, I do know how it is. How much is it?"

"Just ten dollars - payable in cash or in kind." The trooper stuck out his hand.

John pulled out a ten dollar bill and laid it in his hand. The soldier filled out the pass form and took it over to the corporal in charge to sign. He brought it back to the truck and John examined it closely. "Looks like everything is in order, I suppose. All duly signed off on by…. a Corporal Meyers, isn't it? Yes, that's what it looks like. And you are Private Tanner. Very good. " The other trooper lifted the pike so they could pass. John reached up, put the truck in gear and when he brought his left arm down he pulled that side of his jacket clear so that his star could be clearly seen. "When I see Major McCall today at the meeting I'll be sure to tell him what a good job you all are doing, especially your diligent efforts at increasing revenues for the Command. Take care!"

The truck pulled through and went on down the road leaving the private standing at the pikestaff, sweating in the cool late morning air.

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"Gentlemen, it's like this." The man in the BDUs with gold oak leaves said, "The National Recovery Corp has now become sufficiently organized that they are ready to begin to move into the major Devastated Areas and begin full salvage and recovery operations. Most of this work will be done by those displaced persons who have not been able to find a means to support themselves and others thrown out of work in the economic aftermath since the asteroid strike. Troops from the Recovery Command are being provided for security and to assist with logistics. The long and the short of it is that just over half of the present Recovery Command personnel in Alachua county will be pulling out for the coast starting tomorrow. The same for Columbia, Marion, Sumter, and Lake counties. I will be shipping out with the transfers and HQ administrative duties for the four counties will be handled by Lt. Col. Samuel Marks at Camp Blanding via a liaison in each county HQ, probably a captain. I have not heard who is being assigned here"

"Now that we have regular food shipments coming in and fuel shipments starting to arrive it seems the worst of the forces driving the lawlessness problems of the last several weeks should begin to fade. It's the opinion of the Recovery Command, the governor's office and the sheriff here that the remaining Recovery troops and local law enforcement should be able to cope with whatever arises. Check points at the city perimeters will be removed but some will remain inside the city itself in areas that have proved to be troublesome in the past. The five displaced persons camps in the county will be consolidated into two - one at the county fairgrounds, the other being the Newberry camp - after the NRC enlistees are shipped out. Should the NRC draft bill pass it is projected only the fair grounds camp will be remain. The camps will remain under DFA rules and Recovery will continue to provide troops for what check points remain, otherwise county administration will be left entirely to civil government."

Sheriff Freed stood up and said, "Thank you Major McCall. Much obliged for you to come today. OK folks, you've heard it direct. Two thirds of the evacuees in the county are due to start shipping out over the next several days and maybe most of the remainder will as well if the draft bill passes. It'll be even more than that when the 'work to eat' bills come out of the state legislature. Thirty days from now I don't expect we'll have more than maybe a thousand or so in the fair grounds camp and they'll be mostly unable to work - or cause much trouble."

"This does not necessarily mean that all of those who will have left the camps will be gainfully employed or staying out of mischief. Those that go off with the NRC into the Devastated Areas will be under DFA rules administered by the Recovery boys and not our problem. The one who will be OUR problem will be those layabouts and parasites who won't even try to make the effort to get out and scratch once the free chow in the public troughs dries up. Some of them will drift on but many will stay right here in the area getting in our hair doing things from picayune begging and panhandling all the way up to trying their hands at making an career out of banditry or burglary. They'll make themselves a boil on our collective ass until we've caught up with them all and put them in the jug - the ones that aren't killed that is."

"If the appeals streamlining bills in the legislature pass as I expect they will then these folks will move pretty quickly through the court system and onto the chain gangs but this means many of you men will be cooling your heels in court to get them there. I'm doing what I can to keep this to a minimum but it cannot be entirely eliminated. At least you'll be able to drive into town for the trials. I know I've been saying for weeks now that I'd get a fuel ration for you sector deputies and haven't been able to deliver but I just got confirmation this morning the first tanker assigned to us will be here in three days and THIS time it damned well better make it!" He gave a direct glance at the Major who affected not to notice.

"I leaned hard on the Recovery folks at Blanding and told them straight up if they couldn't get my people some fuel to carry out their duties with I'd send the Posse to Blanding and seize the stuff directly!" This drew a general laugh. Many wondered if he'd really do such a thing. A few knew.

"Now those 'work to eat' bills haven't actually passed yet but when they do I expect they'll go into effect quite shortly given the mood of the Legislature so before then we'll have some new procedures worked out that will hopefully make it easier for some of you to cope with those less than serious but still important enough crimes that simply have to be attended to. With luck and continuing improvement in the logistical system my regular deputies and municipal law enforcement will be able to resume the responsibility for law enforcement in Alachua county again by the end of the year but I can't promise you that. Even when it does become possible I'd like most of you to remain in the program on an inactive status for at least a little while longer until I'm sure we really are out of the woods - at least those of you in the rural areas that are more difficult to serve."

"That's it for right now. I thank you all for coming. If you have questions or requests I'll be in my office; Ted Gaskins is over in Communications if you need him; records, reports, filing and whatnot you can take to the ladies next door. I've had a lunch laid on in the lunch room for you who are interested. Good morning."

John looked at his watch and decided against taking advantage of the lunch in favor of being about his other business but on the way out he did stop by to see Ted Gaskins. With the telephone system steadily becoming more reliable fewer deputies were relying on home brewed radio networks but John wanted to maximize his. He rapped at the comm. Office door and stuck his head in. "Howdy Ted!"

"Well hey, John! How's it going? Haven't seen you in a spell. Radios giving you a problem?"

"No, as a matter of fact, they're doing pretty well for us. That's why I wanted to stop by and see you. When do you reckon you'll be out my way again? I'd like to get the shortwave set up."

Ted rooted around on his desk and came up with a calendar book. He flipped through a few pages then said, "How about Friday? I've got to do some PMs on the repeater out that way, I can stop by your place and get you set up. Oh! That reminds me too." He got up and went to a steel cabinet in the back of the room, opened it and pulled out a box He pulled out a transceiver with the name 'Icom' on the front and set it on the desk. "Recovery gave this to us from where ever they get this stuff. We could use it here but it's much better suited to long range communications which we don't have much call for except over to the emergency management center but they have backups for all their main equipment anyways so would probably never use this. I've serviced it and it's working well. Thought you'd like to have it. It's not on our property books so it wouldn't be a problem. Got a good home built antenna for it too as well as a copy of the ARRL antenna book I can give you. What do you think?"

John was stunned, "Ted, I don't know much about this gear but that radio looks expensive. I'm not sure I can take this."

Ted's face was serious, "I'm sure. I want you to have it. You and your wife did my family a good turn when we were in a bad way. Now I'm in a position to do you one. Take this. <i>Listen</i> to it. I think you'll soon find there is news and there is truth and the American Media has a curious relationship with both.
 
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OddOne

< Yes, I do look like that.
Okay, A.T., when you finally draw this story to a close you'd darn well BETTER bundle it up, clean up anything that needs it, and solicit a publisher to make it into a real book... :D

oO
 

susan48

Membership Revoked
Mr. Hagan; I must tell you, I have been captivated by this story! Please consider your obvious talent ! I don't think you know how gifted you are!! You were obviously meant to write!!
 

A.T.Hagan

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October 12, 2002 - Secrets

"OK, ease it up another inch or so. There! That's it. Now just hold it while I get these screws in." John began powering in the screws with the cordless drill. Below Ann and Lisa held the sliding glass door frame in place until he could get enough fasteners in to hold it in place.

Ann scrutinized the greenhouse roof, now two thirds complete. "Do you think it will leak? These doors don't look all that tight."

John drove another screw in then decided the battery pack needed replacing. "Lisa, would you go into the workshop and get the other battery pack out of the charger? It's on the workbench to the right when you go in the door." He climbed off the ladder, handed Lisa the spent battery and she headed to the workshop. "Well, it might. We've got a pretty good slope but we'll know the first time it rains. We'll need to spend some time sealing air leaks too. We considered just using the doors themselves but by installing the frames to we'd be able to slide four of the doors on each side open for ventilation. Hopefully it won't leak too much but if it does we'll have to seal it all up and find some other way to ventilate."

His wife studied the structure they'd all be working on for the last three days. "I suppose this has used up most of our lumber didn't it?"

John sighed. "Yes, it did, close to all of it but the value of the greenhouse is such that it was worth the trade. I'm sorry, I know you were really counting on that new addition. Good thing for us that we've been steadily accumulating the lumber to build it or we'd be out of luck trying to build this. If things settle down there's about a dozen mature pines on the back of the property that can be felled and milled into lumber where I'd like to open up the pasture a bit more. A year to season the wood and we'll build on the new kitchen."

Ann wasn't particularly happy but she bowed to the necessity of it. "Maybe if we can start selling farm goods next year we'll make enough to pay for the materials we have to buy. We keep hearing about how the country is picking itself up from the Fall, do you think the university will be calling you back to work anytime soon?"

With a troubled look and a shrug her husband replied, "I don't know. Lately I'm wondering if they'll ever have need of a grant writing office again. A good deal of the grants the University received came from the Federal government. Much of the rest came from various foundations and institutions that derived their money from trusts and other such instruments driven by the stock market, bonds, and what not. When the asteroid hit it blew the bottom out of the global financial markets and the Federal government both. The University will go on - somehow - but whether it will ever need a grant writing office or whether there'll be major grants to apply for again I don't know. We may be witnessing a major paradigm shift in the way things are done in this country. I'm not going to sit by the phone hoping they'll call."

He slipped his arm around his wife's waist and looked out across the small fields and pastures that comprised the Horne homestead seeing it not as it presently was but the way it would be when they had willed it into being. "If dad and I can make a go out of farming we're going to try. Sooner or later American agriculture will shake out again like it did before and small scale farming such as we can do won't be profitable anymore but until then we should be able to do OK. At least for the next ten to twenty years I'm willing to bet there's going to be a big emphasis in the Eastern states on home gardening and local food production. Over the last month there's been a lot of folks who have known real hunger for the first time in their lives and if rationing proves to be necessary for a while longer it will serve to keep that lesson fresh in their minds. In time they'll forget how fragile the web is that brings them food, fuel, and the other necessities of life from far away places but until then I think there'll be a lot of folks who will place great value in having as many of those necessities produced close to hand as possible. A family willing to work ought to be able to make an agricultural living from that, at least until I'm too old to work anymore and by then Mel should be college age and heading out on her own. We can retire then, at least from farming. Don't reckon we'll ever quit gardening and keeping at least a little stock."

Heather walked out the back door to the bell post and gave the two double rings that meant "come to the table." Lisa was just returning from the workshop with the fresh battery for the drill so she handed it to John who put it on the drill and they all went inside. Robert came in out of the garden carrying a basket of ripe tomatoes and squash. Everyone admired the produce which prompted the man to say, "those row covers have really worked well. The leaves have been losing their scalded look since we put them on. You reckon it's because they block out the UV?"

John shrugged. "Could be. Ann noticed last night that I'm darker in skin tone and I think you are too. To be expected since you and I spend so much time in the sun. The kids look darker as well. Maybe the plastic is filtering out some of the UV."

Lisa frowned and turned to John. "Take off your shirt, I want to see this change."

He did as she requested and removed his shirt. She compared his untanned areas to his arms and the back of his neck then called over Heather and looked her over. "We haven't been taking this seriously enough. Both of you have got a dark tan. That's not good, especially for you John. I think we're all going to start needing to wear long sleeves and wide brimmed hats in the sun until the ozone layer rebuilds itself. It's getting pretty late in the year so the sun will be lower on the southern horizon. Maybe the UV problem won't get any worse before the equinox begins to lengthen the days again. Anyone have any idea how long it'll take the ozone layer to reform? We could have a real problem by next summer."

No one spoke at first then John said, "Well, the theoretical studies predicted that a big impact would temporarily wipe out the ozone layer letting more UV radiation hit the ground but they didn't really say for how long it would last beyond stating it wasn't expected to last more than a year or two. Those were for big impacts a kilometer in size or larger. The asteroid that hit us was smaller than that so maybe the length of time the ozone layer will be disrupted will be correspondingly less. Reckon we should ask Luke. If he doesn't know then he'll probably know someone at the university who might - its got to be something that's being studied."

Brittany opened the over door and took out a pan of cornbread then set it on a trivet on the counter to cool. The family sat to the table, John said grace, and they began to eat their salads. "I was afraid we were going to have to subsist on preserved foods through the winter" Lisa said glowingly, "but with the row covers and the greenhouse we'll be able to have fresh food whenever we like! I've paid two dollars a pound for winter tomatoes that weren't half this good before the Impact. Now that we're eating this buttercrunch lettuce I'll never buy iceberg again. When we move back I'm going to have Luke dig up a garden spot in the back yard and put in a small greenhouse."

Ann asked, "Are you and Luke thinking of moving back into town then?"

Lisa looked a little troubled at this, "Well, I think maybe we'd better discuss it. From the news it sounds like the government is beginning to get things back under control, at least in Gainesville. The crime rate is falling, food is starting to come in again, fuel will be rationed for a while but it is coming. I'd like Heather to be able to go back to her regular school and I certainly won't miss that morning and evening bike ride to the clinic in Archer every day come heat, cold, or rain though I'm probably in better physical shape now than I've been since before Heather was born. The only problem is that Luke says our house has been all but gutted by thieves since we came here. It's going to take time and materials which may prove to be hard to come by to make it livable again. If you'll have us for at least a little longer we'd like to stay."

Ann smiled at her and said, "Of course you welcome! You've been a valuable asset and we've been happy to have you and Heather."

Her guest smiled, "I'm glad but lately I have been feeling guilty that we haven't been contributing enough for our keep. We've made a major impact in your food supply and have contributed little towards that other than labor. We do have medical skills but it's not like you all have needed a lot of that. It may be inflating away by the day but Luke and I would like to at least contribute cash towards keeping the Horne homestead afloat since we have little else we can give. We're both working and we're both being paid. This will keep you all from having to subsist on just Ann's salary."

John spoke up, "Well, I won't try to fool you that it hasn't been something that was on my mind. The country has been knocked solidly on its behind but it is starting to try to function again which means the economy is going to have to start working again to do it. We can get by for a while longer on just what we already have here, what we can produce for ourselves or trade with others nearby but that won't work forever. It's going to take time and some outside resources to get the farm up and running as a profitable operation and your assistance can help close the gap. Whatever y'all feel that you can contribute will certainly help."

Lisa smiled and said, "Good! I'll talk it over with Luke tonight when he calls."

Conversation drifted on to other topics. Heather asked if she could go over to the Daniels after they had cleaned up and her mother agreed. Melinda and Brittany wanted to catch up on their school reading. A rumble of thunder was heard so John got up from his chair to go and look out the window. "Well, shoot!" he said, "Looks like we're going to catch that 30% today. I'm going out and put the tools up before it starts and I'll finish my lunch when I get back inside." Robert got up to help him. They put on their hats and went out the kitchen door.

After the door closed Lisa asked Ann, "Do you think he suspects?"

He co-conspirator grinned, "No, not at all. I still think that's way too much but since you and Luke insist I'm not going to say no. You and he might find John is a harder sell. He's always been stiff necked that way."

-- -- -- --

"Mama, we're finished with our school reading the rain has stopped." Melinda asked her mother, "Can Brittany and I go over to the Daniels too?"

Ann looked out the window at the sky. "I suppose but I want you two back before dark or call if you want to stay longer but I don't want any of you coming home after dark without the twenty gauge. There's still dogs out there."

"Yes ma'am. We'll be home before dark. Come on Brittany!"

The girls stopped on the porch and put on their boots then ran the four hundred yards down the road to the Daniels. They knocked at the kitchen door and Kate Daniels answered. "Hi girls. Timmy's down at the creek hunting crawdads. Heather and Stevie are in the barn throwing down hay for the animals. Jake's off working with Rick today."

Melinda said, "Thanks Mrs. Daniels. We'll go find Heather and Stevie. Timmy always tries to put a crawdad in my hair when he catches them."

The two girls ran into the barn through the open door heading for the ladder up to the hay loft. When they reached the bottom they yelled "Hi Heather, Hi Stevie!" They could hear movement above and presently Heather yelled back down, "Hi! We're up here! Uhh, would you grab the other bale hook hanging from the stall over by the door? I forgot to bring up it up."

Brittany ran over and grabbed the hook and handed it to Melinda and they climbed to the top. The girls carefully crossed the hayloft to where Stevie and Heather were standing. She was slipping a piece of pink and white fabric into her jeans pocket as Melinda rounded the corner of the stack of bales with Brittany following behind. Stevie was taking a bale of hay apart and throwing it down to the animals below. Melinda handed the hook to Heather and she began to taking down another bale down. After all the animals had been fed she said, "Let's go down. It's too hot to stay up here." She, Stevie and Brittany walked over to the ladder and began to climb down. Melinda stood for a moment eyeing the loose hay and the stack of bales then climbed down the ladder after them.

-- -- -- --

In the living room John sat down at the desk where the radio equipment was rigged and turned on the power to the short wave transceiver. He pulled out the printout of frequencies that Ted had given him and began to scan them one by one until he hit a news broadcast -

<i>…al-Jazeera television released video tape today showing the assassination of Sheikh Said Nayanan, President of the United Arab Emirates. Responsibility for this assassination was placed with fundamentalist groups opposed to the sheikh's cooperation with the U.S. in its "War On Terror" but no groups as of yet have specifically been named. All six assassins were killed in the attack and its aftermath.

The United States today continues to remove its forces from its former bases in Saudi Arabia two weeks after being requested by the new king to leave. Saudi government officials complained today of the slow pace of the removal but were rebuffed by U.S. Under Secretary Richard Stokes who stated, "We are simply not going to abandon our equipment and supplies on those bases no matter how much the present Saudi government would like us to. It will take as long as it takes." Most of the troops and equipment being removed is on its way to other U.S. bases in Bahrain, Oman, and Qatar.

Chinese officials today at a Russian-Chinese Codevelopment conference again hinted that U.S. naval losses were much heavier than were claimed by the U.S. Navy after its victory over the navy of the P.R.C. in the Straits of Taiwan. Precisely what these losses were was not revealed. When queried by this office the U.S. Navy returned no comment.

This is the English language service of Radio Moscow. We will have further news at 2200 hrs Greenwich Mean Time.</i>

John nodded his head and scanned his list again.
 

A.T.Hagan

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October 16, 2002 - Developments

John pitched another forkful of manure laden bedding out of the goat stall into the loader on the tractor. Across the way his dad began to spread fresh bedding into the horse's stall. Outside it was raining again turning into freezing sleet as they continued to receive precipitation from the cold front that had stalled on top of them. When the last of the used bedding had been forked out and replaced they hayed the animals. Their evening chores completed the men donned their hats and slickers and headed back to the house. The ground was crunchy with ice.

"Well, we knew it would be cold early this year" John muttered, "but I was hoping it would hold off a little longer. It'll likely freeze hard tonight. We don't even normally get <i>frost</i> until next month. At the rate we're going it'll start to snow soon!"

His dad stepped up on the porch and began taking his slicker off. "Looks like this sleet is starting to stick. We'll need to come back out and examine the greenhouse in another hour or so to see if the ice build up is going to be a problem. Probably ought to make another leak check too. I'm not sure if that stove stack will take a lot of ice so we'll need to make sure the heater fire doesn't go out before this storm quits."

Nodding his head, his son said, "Thank God we finished the walls and roof yesterday morning before the temperature started dropping. I'd hate being out here trying to work in this stuff and I'd hate having to postpone work waiting on it to pass. You want to work on the tray racks after we check on the ice buildup"

Robert nodded acknowledgement and opened the door to step inside. In the kitchen Melinda and Heather were readying supper for the table and bickering between themselves when they came into the room. "Melinda, it's NONE of your business! Butt out!"

Mel's jaw was set with a determined look on her face and shot back, "Heather, you're being stupid!" when she saw her father and grandfather come in. She looked up, straightened out her face and said, "Hi daddy, hi grandpa. Supper will be ready in about five minutes. Aunt Lisa called a little while ago and said she'd be home in time to set with us."

"Good." her father said, "She should get here before the roads begin to slick over with ice. Sure hate to see her wrack up her car the day after we finally started getting fuel again. Call us when it's ready, I'll be in the living room."

"Yes sir"

The two men walked on through the kitchen to the living room to warm themselves at the wood stove. Brittany was there folding clothes. She hurriedly wiped her eyes when they came through the door and returned to her chore. It seemed to John that she'd been crying so he asked "Brit, is anything wrong?"

The girl shook her head and said, "No sir." and continued folding, offering no other explanation.

Her guardian could see that she was upset but was unsure of whether he should press the matter so he decided to table it until he could speak with Lisa in private on how to proceed. After the trauma of her mother, and probably her father, being murdered and herself so nearly raped he was sure that she would be dealing with reactions to the incident for a long time to come but helping a twelve year old girl to come to terms with it was outside of his experience. He resolved that he, Lisa, and Ann would discuss the matter some more the coming weekend. Until a couple of days ago she seemed to be coping as well as could be expected but lately she seemed hurt and dejected and he could not understand why.

The evening news was on the television so he started watching. A local anchor person was at the new NRC camp being built on the west side of Jacksonville. While not appearing to be under military discipline it did appear to be fairly clean and well organized. The camp residents were all individuals who had volunteered to join the NRC and they looked reasonably clean and well fed. Several discussed the work they were doing salvaging materials from the Devastated Area and several shots were shown of crews loading lumber and structural steel onto trucks. The only heavy equipment shown was trucks and cranes lifting loads onto them. A spokesperson said that shortage of fuel kept other useful heavy equipment from being employed. The same spokesperson also talked about how they were getting upwards of fifty people a day applying for the NRC at this one camp alone which would soon lead them to spin off satellite camps nearer to outlying salvage areas.

John nodded at the TV and said to his dad, "Well, looks like a cross between basic training and working for a construction company. Grandpa did a spell in the CCC back during the Depression didn't he? I wonder what he'd think of our new version?"

His dad tucked his shirt into his pants and replied, "Probably be glad he was getting three hot meals a day and a dry place to sleep. What they're doing there can't be any harder than trying to stay alive farming in rural Georgia in the '20's and 30's. When the war came and he enlisted he said basic training was a lot like living at home and he got paid better to boot."

The local time passed and the news segued to national topics.

<i>Treasury Secretary Smith today confirmed for the first time that the Treasury and the Federal Reserve Board of Governors was consulting with Congress about a possible recall of all U.S. currency in order for new bills to be issued at a new valuation. He declined to say what the proposed rate of exchange between the old and new bills would be but internal sources who wish to remain anonymous tell us that rates of 5:1, 10:1, even 20:1 have been proposed. Secretary Smith states a full report will be given if and when a bill is actually introduced for legislative consideration.</i>

Robert grimaced at the news. "They did that during the Depression too when they recalled gold coins. Haven't seen a Social Security check since the impact and now they want to tell us that ten dollars will only be worth a dollar."

<i>In other economic news the House/Senate conference committee resolved the final details of the National Reconstruction Corp bill package and sent it back to the floor of both houses for a final vote where it is expected to pass.

Major features of the bill are the absorption of assets from insurance companies that have failed as a result of being unable to pay out claims resulting from the asteroid strike and the resulting aftermath;
making the government responsible for those claims but limiting the amount of each payout by claim type;
authorizing the government to salvage materials for resale from the Devastated Areas;
extending the length of time that the Devastated Areas will be under Direct Federal Administration;
phasing out of all evacuee and displaced persons camps in favor of incorporating them into the NRC.

A strong rumor is making its way through the news halls of Congress in Denver that the NRC involuntary draft measure was struck from the final bill but we have not been able to confirm this at the present time.

In other national news the Supreme Court handed down several rulings today. One such was their decision that the missing members of Congress who were lost in the Impact aftermath shall be appointed by their state legislatures according to the population distribution of the last census in 2000. A part of this ruling also ordered that another national census must be immediately undertaken so that appropriate reapportionment changes can be made in time for the 2004 elections. This new census and the resulting reapportionment is expected to radically change the balance of power within Congress as the Eastern Seaboard states lose House districts. A consequence of these changes will be the strengthening of California's power within Congress as well as the state of Texas.</i>

Heather came into the room and said, "Uncle John, Mr. Horne, Brittany, supper's ready. Y'all come on to the table."

<i>Internationally, confused reports are reaching Western Europe of open strife breaking out in several Northern Russian provinces as the provincial governors and the central government vie for political control. Tensions are being exacerbated by a depressed Fall harvest, an early onset of winter weather, and difficulties in fuel distribution. Several provincial governors are reportedly claiming the central government is deliberately holding up food and fuel shipments in an effort to pressure them.</i>

Lisa came in by the front door after first shaking the ice and water off of her coat on the front porch. "It's freezing out there!" she exclaimed, "If I had known the sleet was freezing I'd have come home an hour ago. I haven't had to drive on ice covered roads since we left Ohio. The way it's coming down and the temperatures dropping I may not be able to go back in tomorrow until it melts. There's probably not a snow chain or studded tire in the whole county."

John said, "You're just in time for supper. I'm sure a hot meal will improve matters." He clicked the radio off and the family went into the kitchen to eat. The normally talkative meal was quiet as the three girls spoke little among themselves. Lisa and the two men spoke of the day's events and the weather but this did not seem to fill the void. Finally the meal was over so the two men put on their coats, hats, and slickers then headed to the greenhouse.

Ice was beginning to coat every surface and the ground was becoming slick. By the time they'd inspected the roof and that of the barn, work shop, house, and hen house to be sure there wasn't going to be a problem it was full dark and the wind began to pick up. They went inside the greenhouse and stoked the makeshift stove they had built to heat the structure. After an hour or so they had laid out where the tables and tray racks would go and began to diagram the structures to determine how much material they would need. They had just begun to move wood from the workshop into the greenhouse when the lights went out.

John sighed, "Well, it's blowing thirty miles an hour out there and coating everything with ice, I suppose we should have expected it would take the lines down." He pulled the little mini-Mag flashlight off of his belt and turned it on. "Let's just call it a night. My leg's killing me anyways." He and Robert put on their hat and slickers and began heading towards the house, a light could be seen shining from the kitchen window. Robert said, "Looks like the girls got one of the lamps lit."

They had just stepped up on the porch and took their hats off when Heather came through the door in her coast and hat, "Uncle John!" she exclaimed, "I was just coming out to get you. Mr. Strickland's on the radio and wants you to come over right away. He says he's shot a man in his barn!"
 

AngieM2

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100 pages

You really have me hooked. Just wanted you to know, in my word copy, at Times Roman 12 font, just covered the 100th page and I feel there is so much more to find out about this situation and these people. You have made them real and hard to realize that they are not.

This is right up there with my favorite author, Clive Cussler.

Thank you for keeping it going.

AngieM2
 

A.T.Hagan

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My word processor tells me the story is at just over 60,000 words now which is about the size of a typical romance novel, I think. :p

My wife is helping me plot out the rest of the story and I expect we'll have that done by the end of the weekend. How long it will take to cover the ground, I cannot say. She's just started her last semester and things are just starting to shake out. I think I may be able to stay to a post a day but may have to slip to a post every other day.

.....Alan.
 

Chapulin

Veteran Member
Still like this story. I'm happy you have a co-editor! Keep going and MOST of us can be patient.

Chap
(also a Clancy reader)
 
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