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myself I was following one rule to justify killing people with the other? I looked back over my shoulder at Amy.
    Suddenly, everything was clear as day, just as it had been when I pulled the trigger. They were trying to kill me. And if they had succeeded, they would have tried to do worse to Amy when they found her. And I would give my own life to keep her from that fate. It was that simple. Of course, if I ever did have to give my life for hers, I wasn’t going to make it easy. The man who tried to take my life was going to pay dearly for the effort. I reached into the duffel back and pulled out the small plastic bag I’d found earlier while we were taking care of the guns. Inside were five little pieces of plastic that could be clipped to a belt loop or a hem. I pulled two out and went back to the overturned milk crates we were using as stools.
    “Clip one of those to your back belt loop, and put the other one in your front pocket,” I told her as I held my hand out. She cupped her palm under my hand to catch them, and I demonstrated by clipping one of my own to my rear belt loop.
    “What are they?” she asked as she looked them over.
    “Handcuff keys. Some cops carry them to keep from being locked up with their own cuffs.” She wasted no time in tucking one to her belt loop, and I stuck the second one in my front pocket.
    “You don’t already have some of these?” she asked with a smug little grin on her face.
    “Nope,” I said. “Before things went south, I wouldn’t carry them. I didn’t want to give the police the wrong impression if I ever had to deal with them. But…things change.” She nodded. By then the water in the Kelley kettle was boiling, and I took it off the base and poured some into the small pot that came with the kettle’s cook set. Three minutes later, I had Ramen noodle soup.
    “So, what’s the plan now?” she asked after I finished my soup and headed back to the truck.
    “We find an encrypted radio and contact Nate. After that, we wing it.”
    “Oh, is that all we have to do?” Amy said sharply. “Let me check, I think I had an encrypted radio around here somewhere. Dave, seriously, where the hell are we going to find one?”
    “National Guard armory,” I said as I picked up the AR-15 and hit the power button on the red dot sight. The little illuminated circle glowed into existence, and I turned the power off before I set it down. “Or, if we’re lucky, we might find a convoy or some kind of mobile command post.” The AR had two mags, just enough to get me into serious trouble. The shotgun was a little better off, with a hundred shells. Since they didn’t require a magazine to load, that wasn’t so bad. The Glock only had the two mags, which meant I would probably have to rely more on the SOCOM than I would have liked, since I had fewer rounds for it. The only saving grace was the snub nosed revolver. It was chambered for .357, and it had a holster that looked like it was designed to be strapped to an ankle. While I wasn’t ready to go putting guns on my limbs, it wasn’t a bad fall back gun even if it did only carry five rounds.
    “That’s the third time you’ve checked the guns,” Amy said from behind me. “We’re good, Dave. The guns are cleaned, all the magazines are loaded, our swords are cleaned, sharp and oiled, and our vests are almost dry. Your boots are the only things that still need to dry, and that’s because you won’t take them off.” She stepped up beside me and nudged me with her shoulder.
    “Sorry,” I told her. “I’m a worrier when I don’t have a clear plan.”
    “What, ‘find an encrypted radio’ isn’t a plan?” she asked.
    “It isn’t what you’d call a plan so much as a guideline; a goal, really,” I said in a bad pirate accent.
    “You must really be stressed,” she said, laughter in her voice. “You went five whole minutes without a movie quote. You chill. I’ll keep an eye on things.”
    “Okay. I’ll just make
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