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two-bedroom ranch to the adjoining garage. “What the—”
    “I’m not sure whether this is going to help,” she said, swinging a sledgehammer down on a laptop that was on the verge of being broken in two. “But if it prevents them from getting any information, or at least gives them a hard time retrieving it, then it will have been worth it.” Another loud bang echoed throughout the garage as the laptop split in half.
    “Good thinking,” Roger acknowledged. He ran over to his workbench at the opposite end of the garage and grabbed a hammer. “I’ll get your leftovers.”
    “In the name of the Brooks’ Administration, come out with your hands in the air,” a voice commanded them from outside their home.
    Roger held up his hand to stop Elizabeth from swinging the sledgehammer and silently directed her to pick up the shattered pieces.
    “I’ll give you to the count of ten to turn yourselves in. I suggest you make things easier on yourselves and turn yourselves in willingly. Please don’t make us do this the hard way.”
    Elizabeth and Roger quietly walked over to their garbage toter and threw the pieces of the laptop in it, closing the lid carefully.
    “One,” the voice commanded.
    “How did they find us?” Elizabeth whispered.
    “I don’t know. The same way they’ve been tracking down and imprisoning all us so-called rebels, I guess. Brooks has started a witch hunt. Everyone’s turning on everyone else to survive.”
    “Two.”
    “What are we going to do, Roger?” she asked, visibly shaken.
    “Three.”
    “Go and hide under the tarps under that workbench over there,” he ordered her.
    “Four.”
    “What about you?”
    “I’ll be right behind you.”
    “Five.”
    “Roger, no.”
    “Just do what I tell you to, Elizabeth. Now.” He kissed her forehead. “Everything will be okay, I promise.”
    “Six.”
    She scrambled across the garage, crawled under the workbench and struggled to cover herself up with the tarp, trying to ignore the spiders and insects that would normally have sent her screaming into another room.
    “Seven.”
    She heard Roger’s footsteps grow farther and farther away as they left the concrete floor of the garage and entered back into their home. “Oh, God. No, Roger, please don’t,” she whispered, wincing as her hand brushed a spider web.
    “Eight.”
    The footsteps walked across the house toward the front door, where they paused as though he was reconsidering what he was about to do.
    “Nine.”
    “I’m coming. I’m coming. Hold your horses,” Roger called out, loud enough so anyone on the other side of the door could hear him. Elizabeth heard the familiar squeal of the front door opening. “Gentlemen,” he greeted the soldiers on the other side of the door sarcastically. “What can I do for you?”
    “Roger Norland, you are under arrest for treason and other crimes against our president and country,” the voice of the commanding soldier snapped.
    “Fellas, I hardly believe that my attending an address, a public event, no less, is grounds for arrest.”
    “We have reason to believe that you crashed the president’s address, along with other members of your rebellion, with a clear plan to assassinate the president and disrupt an otherwise peaceful gathering.”
    “Assassination? Really? I highly suggest you go back and check that video out one more time to see where that shot came from. Oh, wait, even if you did, it wouldn’t matter because your president had it manipulated to look like it came from us.”
    “That’s enough of your insolence.” The commanding solider raised his voice. A loud crack pierced the air, followed by an unmistakable thump against the floor.
    “Roger,” Elizabeth whined, doing her best to keep her voice down.
    “Mr. Norland,” the commander spoke again. “Where is Mrs. Norland? We have a warrant for her arrest, too.”
    “She’s not here,” Roger’s voice sounded muffled, even strained. “She left me shortly