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themselves and families. The criminal element and the punk gangs and
other assorted rabble are still north and west of us, and in a few areas
along the east coast. My Scouts have not yet reported any signs of the
slaughter of our people, but we all know we'll find them sooner or
later. Not something I'm looking forward to seeing."

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William W. Johnstone

Ben signed off and leaned back in the kitchen chair one of his people
had found for him.

Where in the hell were the gangs of punks and thugs? he wondered.
Thousands and thousands of people had poured across the borders. That
was solid fact-confirmed.

Where the hell did they go?

Hiding somewhere.

But where?

Waiting.

For what?

There were lots of places for them to hide. But what would they be
waiting for?

That was something that was baffling even to Ben's Chief of
Intelligence, Mike Richards.

"Survivors from the rabble attack coming in," Corrie broke into his
thoughts. "Scouts intercepted about a dozen families. ETA thirty
minutes. Most of them are disabled or retired Rebels, boss. And some of
them are in pretty bad shape."

"Have them taken directly to the MASH tent," Ben said, after fighting
back the white-hot anger that filled him. He picked up his Thompson and
walked outside, Jersey and Anna right with him.

"Bastards want to make war against disabled vets and non-combatant women
and small kids," Ben muttered through nearly clenched teeth. "I'll give
them war like nothing they've ever dreamed in their wildest nightmares."

Ben paced up and down until the survivors arrived, working off much of
his rage.
His rage returned when the survivors were trucked into the camp.