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so I can get it done before winter.” 
    Counting out the cash for him, she wished him luck with it and he waved as he was going out the door.
    He was practically dancing at how easily he had fabricated the story for her. Smiling to himself, he thought, ‘Well, I’m not really full of shit.  I was saving it for the new barn.’  While driving to his other bank, he wondered how he might pull most of the money without questions.  Many things went through his mind about it; this was a much larger bank and often asked questions about large withdrawals.  I was not unusual for him to do so to pay taxes or other things so he hoped he would not have too much to explain.  As he approached the line a lady cut right in front of him, with bleach blonde hair and 4 inch heels brandishing her designer purse like it was a trophy.  She was demanding everyone wait on her immediately, saying, “I’m in a hurry, so can we please get this place moving?” 
    John was irritated with her, she had no apologies for her actions just pushing everyone around.  He got to the teller and said, “That was probably the most irritating thing I’ve seen all day, that woman was a piece of work.” 
    The teller agreed while John continued, “I don’t know where she thought she was more important than everyone else.” 
    The teller replied, “She’s always in a hurry and I’m just thankful it wasn’t my line this time.  She’s always demanding something and being rude to us tellers.” 
    While the teller was taking care of his transaction they continued to discuss the woman, the teller never asked him about his large withdrawal.
    On his way home he wanted to buy some extra ammo from a few different stores and pick up a few odds and ends along with some groceries.  He knew deep down the banks would not be re-opening, but didn’t want to go crazy spending the money just in case.  The rest of the way home his mind was racing through all the possibilities.  He was sure this was no false flag and that there was something more to it, but what he didn’t know was how OPEC and now the banking issues were tied together.  He knew this was no coincidence and that he needed to be ready for almost anything.
    Over the next few days John was busying himself with various activities and quietly squirreling away things in other places on his farm.  He had an old tree stump he had hollowed out a few years back to hide his goody snacks from Amy, he decided to put some extra camping gear into it.  Under the stairs, he had made a compartment and kept his.38 special with extra ammo hidden in it.  To that he added a bunch of MREs and multiple Lifestraws.  John knew all along that his place would not be sustainable long term and had already talked with Matt a few times about what they called bugging out.  They had already made maps with directions to his location if the need ever arose.  Knowing this, he made sure that what he was stashing were things that were more portable and lightweight.
    He visited Mark and Renee a few times over the weekend and was glad to see they had done the shopping and taken the money from the bank like he asked them to.  He worried because Renee was not in the best health and that she would struggle on a long journey.  He was glad he had asked them in the spring when a late storm had knocked out power for a week to make sure they had extra prescriptions on hand just in case. 
    Renee had managed to get them into a plan that would give them 3 month prescriptions.  John already had found a way for them to have two months in reserve.  After the power went he had her tell the doctors that the pipes froze and when the heat came back on the bathroom faucet exploded, ruining their medications.  After being scolded by the doctor for leaving the caps off she was given a two month supply.  John knew a journey like the one he was sure they were going to have to take would be very difficult for them both.  He had promised Matt