what do want, fed?”

“Nothing more than your story.”

*huff*

“Give me my radio and that’s a deal.”

“Let me guess this strait to you……In a few days more reinforcements will arrive at this place and, most probaly than not you will be detained.”

“For what? Protecting my country? Doing your job?”

“No, almost killing a VIP”

*huff*

“Should have thanked me. You saw how pesky thouse things are right.”

*radio static*

A soldier get out of his position hand Cris the militia men’s radio.

“Sir.”

“Thanks.”

“(radio) Be aware this is the United states goverment. I will be loud and clear. We have three of your soldiers in our hands. If you wish to have they back. we can strike a deal.”

*radio static*

*huff*

“You fool, You just told them where you are.”

With this realisation a cold drop of sweat runs down Cris face. The room falls silent only the static of the radio filled the void of sound in the place. Only one thought ran through their mind: “what will be their next move.”

*knoc knoc*

“(muffed) Cris open the door…..Owen wants to see his father.”

*opens door*

“Daddy!!!!!!!!”

*hugs*

“Not son, We are talking about something……important.”

Scanning the room Owen saw the montaineers. Without thinking he rushed towards then.

“Thanks mister.”

“For what kid.”

“You know that was’nt a deer. You saved me.”

The boy turned towards and Cris. He is ready to take a stand.

“Cris, why are they locked?”

“For your good, now come here. It’s dangerou-"

“He is fighting like we are. Why are treating then different?

“…….It’s complicate, Just com-”

“Was’nt you suppose to be a hero?!!?”

“……..I.”

“Or you were lying? You don’t care about them.”

“…………”

“The things we talked about were all lies, Dallas, Your dad….”

*Cleans throat*

Mike standing on the door for a long time decides to tie down the situation. He had brough a message that everyone needed to hear.

“Sorry for the interruption. But I think you need to hear this.”

“What is It, Vet?”

*huff*

“What is this time, traitor?”

*rustling paper*

“ the high command insists in the cooperation of It's fellow american citizens in other to combat the the homeland treat. the mountaineers are free to go. They and all militias in the US are legal now. Futhermore It’s encourage to exchange information with them. End of the report.”

*cut cut cut*

the get up from the chairs. The leader of the three walks towards Cris.

*huff*

“Well, That was a trip. Why don’t we start again.”

*extends hands*

“We can try.”

*handshake*

The soldiers hand over their equipment and gives the radio back to him.

“(radio) Algore.”

“(radio) Loud and clear.”

“(radio) Cancel the mission, the feds let me go.”

“(radio) Great to have you back, boss.”

“(radio) Proceed to Richmont, no D turns, for now.”

“(radio) Right away.”

*radio static*

*huff*

“So, we are in the same page now.”

“Good, then let’s get down to business.”

Cris passed down the operation map on a near by table. The soldiers and the other two militia men were getting use to eachother. The climite suddenly changed from interrogation to operation room.

“Glad everything went down fine.”

“Why did’nt you said sooner, Mike?”

“Did’nt want to interrupt your son, Jonh.”

“That was really nice asswhopping if I say so myself.”

“Don’t encourage It, Sam.”

“Well, It was kind funny, he was speaking just like you back in the meeting.”

“Seriously you too Mike. Well, that just mean I need to police myself more.”

Jonh excuses himself from the room taking Owen with him. He stops in the corridor and kneel to look directly at Owen.

*places hands on shoulder*

“Listen here son, what you did to Cris was not nice.”

“But….He was not-”

“It is not our job to judge him.”

“Son, you must understand that Cris had enourmous responsabilities. He was taking care of his soldiers, Mike, Sam, Mommy and Daddy.”

“But…….But……..you did the same thing back in the barracks.”

“I know……And for that I have already apologise to him.”

“I just hope you understand that what I tried to do to protect you back then was the same he did today.”

“Yeah…..I think I got it too, If Phyro was in danger I would try to protect him too.”

*pat pat*

“Good boy. Remember to apologise to him when he is done with then.”

“Sure thing, Daddy.”

While Owen and Jonh walked away from the place. Cris and the leader were discussing their next move.

“So you came down here…From New Hampshire?”

“No, we have a lot of people that came with us.”

“Is the north safe?”

“No we were running from something……..more sinister.”

“Can you tell how many armed man do you have? By my intel the team that’s coming here is about more than 300 rifleman.”

“We have half of that. Brought some big guns?”

“If by that you mean tanks and Apc’s. Then you’re right.”

“Thank god, we will need that.”

“Why?”

“There are hundred thousends of thouse monster around the east coast.”

“Any tips for dealing with them?”

“Have a very keen hearing. When they are around everything goes silent. Distrust any large and medium port animal. They gather in groups so always assume we that you will be fighting more than one at each encounter.

“Does….The thing about distrust any animal……includes human too?

“Have been hunting them all the way down through Appalecia. Never saw one disguise as a human…..But never take that for granted. Better be safe than sorry.”

Mike and Sam walk toward the table to see what thouse two were up to.

“Don’t let the vet out this. So already got a plan?

“We might have to wait the rest of the group to be certain about this, Mike.”

“Hope this be a well payed job.”

“Mostly certain mister Sander.”

*wraps arms around him

“No need for that formal bullshit. Call me Sam.”

*sncrack*

“oooohhhhh.”

“Fine, Sam.”

With the little comedic sceen The leader turns his attencion towards Mike.

“So…..Mike……wasn’t It?”

“Yeah…… and you?”

“Call me Ben…..Sorry for calling you a traitor.”

“No feelings It was in the heat of the moment.”

“Is that so……How did you had our frequency?”

“Well, I was in the group back in the day….You were preppers right?”

“Yeah, What year was It when you enter.”

“Don’t remeber exactly but in It was in the early 2000’s.”

“Are you terror vet or a gulf vet?

“Gulf. I started being a prepper because the War on terror.”

“Good. Hope you are doing alright……in the head.”

“…….Yeah, doing good.”

*radio static*

*radio static*