Now he was wishing he hadn’t been drawn to a strategic location, as it just put him in the thick of it.
You have a choice to make, Grant thought. Fight the war or sit it out?
Choice? What choice? Grant remembered he was a wanted man, a POI. He was relatively safe in Pierce Point because there was no functioning Loyalist government.
In stark contrast, he was dead if he went into Olympia or Frederickson. He was dead if the Loyalists won. They’d kill him in a second if they could. Maybe his family, too.
Grant actually didn’t have a choice. The Patriots had to win or Grant and his family were dead. That was not a “choice.”
But, would his wife see it that way? Probably not. She had been so happy recently when Grant phased off of the Team. Lisa thought there was no need for Grant, a guy in his mid-forties, to go out and play Army with a bunch of shooting buddies.
Lisa, who had grown up in a peaceful upper income suburb, had never seen violence. She knew that bad people existed; she watched the news and saw that. What she didn’t appreciate was that bad people were much closer to her than she realized. They didn’t just live in “those areas.” They lived everywhere. Grant understood this, growing up poor and around lots of violence in his little logging town.
Bad people were even more of a problem when 911 no longer answered the phone and there were no police. Lisa couldn’t imagine that the police wouldn’t instantly be there, like they were in Lisa’s expensive neighborhood. That had never happened in her world; therefore, it couldn’t happen, period. So it seemed to Lisa like an absurd overreaction for Grant to run around with the Team breaking down doors at that meth house. It would be an even more absurd overreaction for him to go off and fight some stupid war.
War? Maybe all of this was an overreaction, Grant thought. A war? In the United States? Really? That doesn’t happen. Maybe Ted doesn’t need him, Grant thought, in another burst of wishful thinking.
Yeah, right. Grant knew exactly why Ted was there. And it involved Grant. Every eighty years or so, a generation in America had to fight a total war. Grant had been born into one of those generations. It was his turn.
Ted looked to Chip and motioned to the Chief and Paul as if to say, “These guys OK?”
Chip said, “They’re cool. You can talk around them.”
Ted looked relived. He turned to Grant, who had about two weeks of beard, and said, “Whoa, the scruff looks good on you. I never shave out in the field.” It sounded weird to hear Ted say “in the field” when he was in America.
Grant was trying to maintain a little distance with Ted because he was still very aware of how pissed Lisa would be about this, but he couldn’t stand it any longer. Finally, he snapped out of it and said, “Hey, man, nice to see you’re alive. Who’s your sidekick?”
“Sap.” Ted didn’t want to use last names around strangers like the Chief and Paul.
“Your guys here,” Ted said pointing toward the two of them, “are pretty good. We cruise in and out of beaches all the time and no one had ever caught us.”
The Chief, who had figured out who the mystery “Green Team” was, said, “United States Coast Guard, retired. Chief Boswain’s Mate. You ‘operators’ got caught by the lil’ ole’ Coast Guard.” The Chief laughed. He was always up for some inter-service jabs.
Paul chimed in, “And a civilian. That’s got to hurt.” Grant had never heard Paul trash talk like that and be so confident. He smiled to himself.
Ted and Sap laughed. “If we’re going to get caught, it’s best to get caught by guys like you,” Ted said. “You know, friendlies who aren’t going to kill us. Even if they are Coast Guard and, God forbid, a civilian.” They all laughed.
It was time to get down to business. Chip said to the Chief and Paul, “Uh, guys, you didn’t see this. Seriously. You didn’t. You can’t tell a single person about this. Don’t think that you can tell ‘just one person’ and it’ll stay a secret. This is highly important shit. People will easily die if this gets out. Do you want these two guys,” Chip said pointing at Ted and Sap, “to get killed?”
“See what?” the Chief said with a smile.
“Just another boring night of beach patrol,” Paul said. He had figured out that these two visitors were resistance leaders of some kind and was extremely excited to be part of this. He wanted to tell people, but realized that if he did, he’d be kicked off the beach patrol and maybe even beat up by these guys. Or worse. They had recently hung two people up at the Grange. Things were very serious right now.
Keeping a secret like this, even when he wanted to tell everyone, was part of the “new Paul.” Ever since the Collapse, he had been changing. There was some sort of change nearly every day, it seemed. He was losing weight, doing important things, like fabricating the metal gate, and with his knowledge of the currents on the inlet, he was a key part of the beach patrol. He was confident and proud. He wasn’t sitting around the house hating his ex-wife and complaining about how unfair the world was. He was intercepting resistance leaders, and the price to keep doing this was that he couldn’t say a word. It was a small price to pay, really. When this is over, Paul thought, I’ll have some great stories to tell. Save them up for then.
The Chief was curious. “How did you guys find this spot and then Chip knew right where you’d be?”
Ted started to give the full answer, but realized that, even though Chip said these two beach guys were cool, there was no need to give away operational details. “Just got lucky, I guess.”
The Chief smiled. He respected that Ted wasn’t going into details. These guys were professionals.
The real answer was that about two months ago, when Chip bugged out to Grant’s cabin after the evacuation of the gun store, he texted Ted the GPS coordinates of the cabin in a simple code they worked out in advance. No explanation, just the coordinates in a numeric code. Ted didn’t need an explanation; he and Chip had talked about it in advance.
Amazingly, civilian GPS was still operating most of the time. GPS was another one of the things the government kept operating out of fear of the repercussions. The government wanted to shut GPS down to prevent guys like Ted and Chip from linking up, but so many civilians had become dependent on it. No one knew how to use maps in America anymore. So many truckers used it that disabling GPS would screw up deliveries of vital supplies. This was the one thing the government was getting done right, and they didn’t want to screw that up just to catch a few tea baggers.
The government tried to monitor the use of GPS, but they couldn’t keep up with the billions of pieces of GPS data generated every day. They were so busy trying to get food to people that they didn’t have any time to spy on citizens. Ted knew this and took the slight risk of using the cabin’s GPS coordinates once. Now that he’d been there in person, he would no longer need the GPS coordinates so he wouldn’t use it again. He had passed the GPS coordinates on to his commander, Lieutenant Colonel Jim Hammond, for safekeeping. Headquarters, or “HQ” as they called it, needed to know where he was operating and where to find a friendly host, like Chip.
Ted, like so many in the military, especially the elite units, was an Oath Keeper, who pledged to keep the oath he took as part of the military to support and defend the Constitution. Oath Keepers and other Patriots formed “State Guards” modeled on the National Guard. A State Guard served the state, not the federal government. State Guards were the Patriot armies.