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fondness for babysitting. It was her idea to start the makeshift daycare and give the parents in town a break if need be. The parents always had a secondary person lined up to take care of their children if they did not return. The children were always taken care of.
    “I would say to take a picture ‘cause it’ll last longer, but I haven’t seen a camera in years,” Angel said, winking at Joe.
    Joe hadn’t realized that he was staring at her until she spoke. He wasn’t sure if he was in love, but there were stirrings in his heart that he hadn’t felt for a long time. It was a wonderful feeling, and one that he hoped would continue. He blushed and looked away coyly. “Sorry, just daydreaming.”
    “Daydreaming while staring at me, huh.” Angel again winked at Joe. “Must’ve been one hell of a dream.”
    More blushing. “Yes ma’am. I was wondering if you…”
    “Curtis to Joe.” The tinny speaker attached to the radio crackled. Joe growled inaudibly and keyed up the radio, not taking his eyes off Angel as she waited.
    “Yeah, Curtis. What is it?”
    “Need you over at the jail, buddy. Larry is on his way. We got something we need to talk to you about.”
    Joe frowned at the radio. “What does Captain White want now?”
    “He says he’s ready to talk, but he’ll only speak to you.”
    “Roger that. It’s about fuckin’ time. Send Larry over with the Dodge to pick Rick and I up. We’re over at the chow hall droppin’ off dinner.”
    “Copy. He’s on the way.”
    Joe clipped the radio back on his LBV and looked back up to Angel. “Duty calls. You and Heather take care of dinner. I’m gonna expect good things out of you if you keep up that sunny disposition much longer.”
    Angel smiled. “You can expect a lot more than that if you’d like.”
    Joe couldn’t help but blush just one more time.

CHAPTER 3
     
    April 17, 2022 – 1513 Hours
     
    “I don’t know why he’s all the sudden changed his mind, but I don’t like it. It doesn’t make any sense. I’d take whatever he has to say with a big grain of salt,” Larry said as he drove on through the center of town to the other end of the wall.
    Larry wheeled the truck alongside the building and threw it in park.
    “Let’s go see what he wants,” Larry said as he exited the truck.
    The Tazewell County Jail was a four-story steel and concrete structure. It sat on Main Street in town and represented the far edge of the wall. The building was only accessible from one side, the other being the exit for the wall. To the left and right of the exit were phone poles driven into the ground and pavement. Railroad ties and old four-by-four wood planks made up the wall itself. The wall was considerably higher, measuring at least twelve feet tall as far as Joe could tell. The jail itself made up a large chunk of it. To get in from the outside required someone to be at the sally port of the jail. Once inside, the myriad of locked doors ensured that if you were inside, then you were meant to be there. Six locked doors stood between the sally port and the inside of town. Plus, having somewhere to keep prisoners was never a bad thing
    Two guards were posted outside Captain White’s room. The first man was about fifty years old, but had a face that told the story of a rough life. He was one of the few men in town Joe had seen that did not sport a full beard, opting for a five-o’clock shadow look instead. He carried one of the M4’s that Joe had brought from Camp Dawson slung over his shoulder, the barrel pointed down.
    Joe extended a hand to the man. Being one of the few that he hadn’t met yet, he wanted to make a good impression. “Good afternoon, I’m Joe. I see you’ve got one of my M4’s there, partner. And judging by the way you’ve got it in chow sling, I’d say that you are prior military.”
    The old man cracked a dry smile and reached his hand out to meet Joe’s. A hearty handshake followed. “Jim Crowley. Retired Staff Sergeant,