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Ike wandered off to rejoin his command and Ben walked through
the milling crowds of the Rebel army, or at least a
part of it.
The Rebels had concluded their sweep of the
Northwest, and Washington and Oregon had been
declared ninety-five-percent clean. The Rebel
outposts they had established would settle up with that
remaining five percent of creepies, warlords,
thugs, punks, and other malcontents. And they would
do it the Rebel way: with a bullet or a rope.
The Rebels did not believe in lengthy trials.
Plea-bargaining was a term that had been stricken from the
English language. Fuck up bad and the penalty
was death.
Cecil Jefferys and his command were making ready to push
south out of Medford, Oregon. They had
taken the town without having to destroy it-as was usually
the Rebel way with larger cities comand
were using the airport to resupply. The Russian,
Striganov, and the mercenary, West, had pushed down
to the small town of Lakeview and supplies were being
trucked to them. Five and Six Battalions of the
Rebel army had been shifted over to the east side
of the state and they were in position to start the push south.
For the time being, they were under the command of Georgi
Striganov.
Ben was leaning up against a fender, studying a map.
He waved for a runner to join him, and also for his
radio operator. "You find Ike and tell him
to pull out as soon as possible. Corrie, bump
Cecil and tell him to link up with Ike; they'll
take the coastline highway all the way down
to San Francisco. There is no point in putting
this off. We'll take Interstate 5 south.
Georgi and West will push south on 395. All
units will be rolling in two days."
"Right, sir." She waited, knowing that more was coming.
"Tina and her Scouts will join Georgi and West,
for the time being. Buddy will join Ike and Cec.
Everyone else will remain with us."
"Yes, sir."
"Tell Leadfoot and the Wolfpack to get ready
to move out. I want them to penetrate as far south as
Youreka and halt there. They are to radio back with
their assessment."
"Right, sir."
Leadfoot and his Wolfpack had, at one time, been
outlaw bikers. Ben, seeing more than a spark of
decency in the bikers, had given them a choice of
lifestyles. They had accepted it. Leadfoot,