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well aware of the dangers now lurking on every American street.
    Stephen, using both hands to caress her face, kissed her and said, “I have to answer it.”
    Sam’s heart sank.
    He grabbed the phone and saw a text notification from his captain, Alex Ebers. The text read
We’ve been activated. National crisis underway. Report immediately. FPCON DELTA.
    “What’s it say?” she asked. Her anticipation was welling up inside of her.
    “It says that we’re in FPCON DELTA.”
    “What’s that mean?”
    “It means we’ve been attacked by terrorists.”
    Sam looked back at the television and said, “I’ve been watching all night and haven’t heard anything about a terrorist attack.”
    “We’re the terrorists, hon.”
    “You mean, we the people?”
    “That’s exactly what I mean.”
    Stephen was already on his feet.
    “You get the bugout bags ready while I pack my duty gear,” Stephen said. He was briskly walking to the bedroom, where he had his duty gear tucked away. The bedroom was dimly lit because the low-efficiency bulbs just didn’t put out that much light. His bed stand was at the head of his side of the bed, and just under the top shelf, secured in a secret compartment, was a small Smith & Wesson .380 semiauto pistol. He was authorized to possess firearms because of his National Guard commitment.
    For the most part, strict gun-control legislation had taken its toll on the country. It was no surprise to most firearm advocates that crime rates had escalated with gun-related violence taking first place in overall averages in every state. Strict legislation undermined the Second Amendment of the US Constitution, leaving the people of the United States begging the government for more security. It was the perfect scheme. Adalyn Baker’s plan to usurp the people’s right to bear arms couldn’t be accomplished until the need for more security outweighed their desire to possess firearms. She didn’t see the Second Amendment as a means for the people to defend itself against a tyrannical government. She saw it as the nation’s right to protect the people from themselves.
    Hearing her parents stirring about in the bedroom and seeing the light from across the hall, little Evan roused from her comfortable bed to see what her parents were doing at such a strange hour.
    “Mommy, Daddy, what are you doing?” she asked, squinting her eyes and shying from the light. Although the efficiency lighting wasn’t that bright, it was to a freshly awakened tender-eyed child.
    Stephen looked at Sam, hoping her motherly tact and wisdom would know what to say. She had a way with childlike words and knew how to frame them in such a way to make them understandable for Evan’s mind.
    Sam stepped up and said, “Hon, bad people are doing things we don’t like. We might have to leave home and go somewhere to keep us safe.”
    “Okay,” little Evan said, walking back toward her room.
    Sam had started packing the bugout bag when Evan strolled into the room with her stuffed Minion doll. She handed it to her mommy, hoping she would grab it and stuff it into the bag.
    Sam looked at Evan with sad eyes, but put a smile on her face to cover it up. Evan only saw the smile, being too young to read her sad eyes.
    “Here, give me Minion and I’ll keep him safe.”
    Stephen, being more practical than emotional, saw that Sam was packing nonessentials.
    “Take only what we need to survive with. A stuffed animal is useless.”
    “It’s not
useless
, hon. We can use it to comfort Evan.”
    “Fine, but no more toys. We’re going to need the space for essentials, and
comfort
isn’t essential.”
    Sam’s heart was saddened by what she was realizing. They both knew that this day would come, yet it took them both by surprise.
    Stephen had met a thirty-six-year-old Marine vet and conservative blogger named Nathan Roeh at a preparedness expo a couple years previously. Nathan was the leader of a survival group called Southern Illinois Home