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and he dropped one hand to the butt of his .45 autoloader, which was carried cocked and locked. "Permission to enter?" Dan Gray's question was softly offered. "Come on in, Dan." Colonel Dan Gray, a former British SAS officer and now in charge of Gray's Scouts, opened the door and stepped inside. He carried his own morning wake-up, a cup of tea. "My people are in place, General," he said, sitting down. "Early estimates are that about seven hundred outlaws inhabit the city. This should be no more than a walk-through." "L.a. won't be," Ben said, pouring a mug of coffee and sitting down across from Dan at the battered old kitchen table. "I'm afraid you're right. L.a. is going to be slow going, block by burning block. Even though it is a sprawling place, I think we can still use artillery to lessen our casualties." Ben opened a worn map of California. Maps were getting harder and harder to find, and each one was used until it was falling apart. And due to the ever-changing collapsing, sinkholes in the roadbeds -- maps were constantly having to be updated. Ben studied the map, then opened a booklet, read for a moment, and tossed the booklet aside. "That thing says that Redding has numerous motels, fine restaurants, friendly people, and is a pleasant stopover. Shit! What about county roads that would enable us to block off escape to the south, east, and west?" Dan laughed at Ben's expression in the light from the portable lantern. "My people have found a way to link up with Highway 273; that will block west and south escape routes. East is up for grabs. There are all sorts of little roads leading in that direction." "All right, Dan. Move the rest of your people out as soon as they've eaten. There is no way we can come up quietly. They'll be waiting for us. And we don't have the foggiest notion of how heavily they're armed." "Or the number of children that might be in there," Dan added. "Yes. I've been doing a lot of thinking about that. According to what I've learned, the Redding outlaws have |
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