MacArthur's Freehold
Enak Nomolos
Cover
Title Page
Copyright
Dedication
Title - Part I
Chapter   1
Chapter   2
Chapter   3
Chapter   4
Chapter   5
Chapter   6
Chapter   7
Chapter   8
Chapter   9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Title - Part II
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Title - Part III
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Chapter 55
Chapter 56
Chapter 57
Chapter 58
Chapter 59
Chapter 60
Chapter 61
Chapter 62
Chapter 63
Chapter 64
Chapter 65
Chapter 66
Chapter 67
Chapter 68
Chapter 69
Chapter 70
Chapter 71
Chapter 72
Chapter 73
Chapter 74
Chapter 75
Chapter 76
Chapter 77
Chapter 78
Chapter 79


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Chapter 7 -- FEQWQTRGQZEFPTGREWFCDMR

"As my father said," Donald began "we are part of a resistance organization. I know that that term usually refers to something that exists during a war, or an occupation of one's homeland by a foreign power. In this case it is a war, it just isn't yet out in the open. We're laying the groundwork, preparing for the time when this situation can't be allowed to continue.

"How long that will be, there's no way to know. The present government is determined to turn this country into a fascist regime, and now that they seem certain to control elections from here on out. They're likely to have complete control after the next election, not that there is any serious opposition now. The only thing saving us so far is their incompetence and that most of the population is so thoroughly corrupt as to be unpredictable should they make any major mistakes.

"Most of the major cities, even most of them in conservative states, have become veritable cesspools of crime populated mostly by parasites. The politicians who have been buying their votes with the taxpayers' money may not know what to do when the money runs out. We can certainly expect the usual riots and destruction, but who knows what the government will do with literally millions of people who have been dependent for their entire lives.

"They won't be coming out of the cities, not in any great numbers. Most of them don't have any way to travel, or any idea where to go. It's going to be one big mess, which is one scenario we hope for. Those of us out here in the country, mostly well armed, can defend ourselves. We just hope the eruptions in the cities will be starting before the government gets its plans for the rest of us underway."

"You mean taking the guns? Locking up political dissidents?" asked Carter.

"To begin with," Donald replied. "There are a lot of other plans, but those will come first. Which is why we are hoping the cities blow up first. With about forty cities over a half million population, and most of that is the underclass, it's going to be wild. And of course by then, it will be in our interests to be sure it does, and encourage it."

"Infiltrate the bad guys, agents provocateur. Something like that?" Carter asked.

"I like the way you think," said Donald. "If necessary, and other measures may be needed as well. As I said, given the incompetence, and downright stupidity, of many in the government, they won't know when we arrive at the breaking point. The fact that we will be ready for it gives us an advantage. The government will be reacting to circumstances while we are carrying out already prepared plans."

"You said you're part of an organization. If I may ask, how big is it?."

"It's big," Donald said. "Our organization has about twenty available people, and we're one of the smaller ones. There are a few with close to a hundred, but that's getting to the point where security becomes a problem.

"We have operations in, I believe, eighteen states. That may not seem like much in the way of coverage, but some states are not even worth considering for our purposes. If we are successful, they won't matter. We have the entire southern section of the country covered, coast to coast. Along with much of the northwest."

"You mentioned security," Carter said. "How tight is the operation?"

"I would ask if you've heard anything about us, even rumors. But you've been out of it for a while. But that's one thing we constantly look for - any signs that our existence is even suspected. So far, it isn't."

"How did you happen to be interested in me?"

"Tommy believed you would be a good candidate. Aside from the fact that you seemed to have no goal in life other than revenge, he saw you had potential. He's been through the mill himself. While we're on the subject, what are your thoughts on vengeance now?"

"I'd like nothing better than to kill him as I planned. But only if I can look him in the eye and tell him why. But that would be kind of pointless, no good as a deterrent to others of his kind. And there are way too many of them. I like the idea of fighting the entire enemy, not just my personal one."

"As we're doing?" Donald asked.

"Yes. I had no future before, I like the one you're proposing."

"We're all happy to hear that," Donald said. "There's a lot more for you to learn - I'm just explaining our basic mission. Jessica and Tommy will be you guides - you'll be spending a lot of time together the next few days, and of course for a while you'll always have one of both of them with you on actual missions. Meanwhile, since it's a while to dinner, they'll show you around the place, and fill you in some more. Dad and I have some business to deal with here, so we'll see you about seven."

"Welcome to Sierra Verde," said Tommy. "Thats our call sign."

"There aren't many mountains around here," Carter said.

Jessica smiled.

"We intentionally use misleading code names," she said. "Our security borders on paranoia. Or probably goes past now and then."

"You must be awful sure of me," he said.

"We are. Tommy's a pretty good judge of character. But we do run a risk in recruiting, always. We try to minimize the risk."

Carter left with Jessica and Tommy, who had arrived in a Chevy Trailblazer that had to be close to twenty years old, but under a light coat of dust it looked new, much like Jessica's Taurus. He guessed it was one of the reconditioned vehicles Jessica had described. It was white, which was, like the blue of Jessica's car a common color, and thus about as inconspicuous as possible. Jessica got into the back seat, affording Carter a better view from the front.

"I suppose Jessica told you something about our vehicles," Tommy said.

"A little," Carter replied.

"Since we're part of a pretty big operation, we have a lot of resources beyond what we can do here. This is a big place, a section and a half of land, but most of it is rented to other farmers. There are just a few small parts that we use. To outsiders it looks like any other big farm.

"We get most of our vehicles from a couple of other outfits. They have shops where they recondition older vehicles, essentially returning them to mostly new condition. The idea is to not attract attention. We've got several of these, and a few of the Tauruses like Jessica usually drives. They're all registered to the farm, with proper licenses, insurance and all that.

"By the way, you're an employee of the farm. We have a couple of people in the office that take care of all the paperwork stuff, keeping everything legal. We'll get you a vehicle - one like this - and we'll have to get your driver's license reissued."

"There is a certain amount of interaction with the government, by necessity." Jessica said. "It's part of our camouflage. You'll look like a regular working, tax-paying citizen. You'll be paid by your employer, which is MacArthur Farms, by the way. In case you weren't onto our Scottish ancestry.

"The fact that you aren't going to be driving a tractor or anything like that is irrelevant. Farming these days is such that little time is spent actually in the fields. There's the planting in spring, a little fertilizer and chemical treatment, then the harvest. The equipment is so big these days that it all gets done fast, and most of the time there's no one around. Which is a good thing."

Tommy slowed the vehicle a bit as they came to the end of a cornfield, and turned onto a gravel road. Although well maintained and smooth, it did not have the look of the driveway obviously more upscale dwelling of grandfather Campbell. About a quarter of a mile down the road were three small houses, about the size of the ones found in a typical working-class neighborhood. He turned into the driveway of the center house and stopped.

"This is where I stay," he said. "Not that I'm here much, and you won't be home a lot either. I'll show you that later."

The houses and the road leading to them was surrounded by cornfields. It was perhaps a couple of hundred feet from the back of the houses to the field.

"It's easy to go out the back door of the house and disappear into the corn in just a couple of minutes," said Tommy. "In case there's a need to disappear quickly when unwelcome visitors arrive. Not much chance of that now, but in the future it might be, should this place be compromised. We have some other places around, for hiding things."

He backed out of the driveway and headed back the way they had come. They soon turned onto another road.

"It may take you a while to learn your way around," Tommy said. "But there aren't that many roads. Once you know how to get from you place to mine and Jessica's, there are only a couple of other places. Like those houses. We're going to your place now."

Shortly they arrived at a small clearing in the fields, about two or three acres in size. It was dotted with large trees, evidently very old. A small house sat near the road, somewhat older than the ones they had just seen. It looked like it had been built in the early part of the preceding century, with what looked like rough sawn wood and a roof covered with green shingles. Some distance behind it was an old mobile home, with faded paint but seemingly in good condition. A large covered porch, enclosed with screen panels, was in front of the door.

A short driveway led to the house, but there was none to the mobile home. Tommy drove off the driveway onto the grass, stopping in front of the mobile home. Here's where you'll be staying, at least for a while. I've got something like it not far away. We'll get you set up tonight."

He drove around back, and Carter saw a couple of small buildings that seemed to be suitable for housing equipment or for storage.

"There's a pumphouse for the well, and a generator shed, and a gas tank. In case of a power outage, you can get by for quite a while here. Winters can be bad up here sometimes."

Carter saw a tank beside the shed which appeared to have a capacity of several hundred gallons, while another tank of the type used for propane storage, sat nearby.

Back on the road, they drove until a crossroads, and Tommy turned again. Shortly they came to another small open space, this one with an old barn and like the previous lot a large number of old trees. A large barn, looking about the same age as the house they had see, was accompanied by another old mobile home, apparently provisioned like the one assigned to Carter. In addition there was a newer metal building, about the size of the average house. A common sight on farms, it was of a type used for storing supplies and equipment.

"This is my place," Tommy said. "Plenty of room for one guy, and anyway we're not home a lot."

"I'll give you a map of the place," Jessica said. "You eventually won't need it to get around the farm, but it also shows the area around here, some other places you need to know about. We've been needing another set of eyes and hands around here. You'll be helping us with security, more and more as things begin to heat up."

"You mean on the larger stage?" Carter asked.

"Yes. Until now we've been preparing, providing money for various projects that are being worked on. But the way things look, bad things may be coming sooner than we expect. You'll learn more as you hang around with us. Until you know your way around, you'll be with one of us all the time.

"One more place to show you," Tommy said, "and we'll get back for dinner."

Returning to the crossroads they had just left, Tommy turned in the opposite direction. They travelled for some distance, perhaps a half mile, before arriving at a large complex of buildings, grain storage bins, and other farm equipment. It looked like anything that might be seen on a large midwestern farm. There were several large metal buildings, probably a hundred feet or so in length and with the usual wide sliding doors at the ends. There were two large groups of grain bins, one larger and newer than the other, which was itself fairly large. A handful of trucks and tractors were parked here and there.

"All of this," said Jessica, "is completely unrelated to agriculture. The farmers who rent the land have their equipment and buildings somewhere else. But this looks like it belongs here, so it raise any suspicions. We don't use anywhere near all the space at this point, but at some point in the future it might prove useful.

"So, that's some of the main attractions. Tomorrow we'll start to actually work. For now, it's close to time for dinner. Afterward we'll get you moved into your new place."