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anything we can do to help while we are on our mission, sir, just ask and we will do what we can. I think we should be able to share information as we discover it,” Vic spoke up for the first time.
    “I was hoping you would say that. I want to use you guys as a forward observation post and possible delivery boys. I have a whole bunch of letters I want you to deliver to every military group you come across out there. Since we will not be heading north for awhile with the drone program, I will be relying on you and your reports.” He motioned to the Colonel to go collect the documents. “There are also official documents in there identifying you all as military personnel with full ranks and privileges. They also have your orders in there to be left alone and given all respect of my office. You now all work for me and are on a classified mission. I left it vague so you could say anything you want. That should help get through a lot of red tape, if you need it.” He stood and offered his hand. “It is a privilege to know all of you.”
    “I have to say, General, you are nothing like I thought you would be. It is a pleasure to know you, and now to work for you,” I said while shaking his hand.
    Everyone took a turn shaking his hand and having private moments with him. Little Angel even got in on the handshakes, although she climbed up on a chair and hugged him tightly. The General blushed, gave out a loud belly laugh, and hugged her back. “You, little miss, have an important job. Bring them all back, sweetie.” She stepped back and gave him a crisp salute like she had seen other soldiers do. We all burst into laughter, then broke up the meeting.
    The Colonel walked us out to the Beast and had a quiet conversation with Kuppers. I walked away so they could have a private moment. We made it to the Beast and climbed aboard. I was presented with a new helmet that had no damage to it, like my last one. I put it on my head and snugged it down. My new MP5 was strapped over my chest armor, and I pointed the barrel toward the floor to rest my injured left arm on it. The shotgun was now resting on a quick release latch near the hatch, my 1911 was secured in its leg holster, and Doc had given me back the Kabar. My Zomgo bag was resting between my legs. Brian sat across from me completely decked out in new BDUs, this time military issued to him, along with armor that actually fit his big Sasquatch ass. He smiled at me and situated his new, bigger modified M4 between his legs barrel down. Little Angel buckled in next to me and fit a helmet over her head that one of the smaller female soldiers gave her. She smiled at me and sighed happily. Apache, Doc, and Vic took their seats in the back. Cupcake took his driver’s position and fired up the big diesel engine. Looked like Kuppers decided he would sit up front now. He was reading through a packet of papers and nodding to himself.
    Cupcake navigated the small road up to Highway 1 and turned north. Within fifteen minutes, we entered the town of Stinson. “Hey, Cupcake, look for a clothes store with kid’s clothes. Little Angel would like to do some shopping.” He threw a thumbs up our way and slowed down as he drove around abandoned cars and a military check point that was keeping a watch on the town. Ten minutes after entering the town, Cupcake pulled into a parking lot of a small strip mall. Vic popped the rear hatch and the team, minus Kuppers and Cupcake, disembarked.
    Brian, Doc, and Vic took up positions securing the Beast and parking lot. Apache, Angel, and I made our way to a clothing store. As we came to the door, Apache stopped us. “Stay here, the store has not yet been secured. I’ll go in and make sure it’s safe for Angel.” Apache tried the door first and found it locked. She kneeled down in front of it, removed a small tool set out of one of her many pockets, and picked the lock. She was fast and efficient. I guessed that was a skill set she needed while working