Free Resistance: A Prepper's War by BJ Knights Page B

court marshal form, or discharge papers. It didn’t really matter if he was officially in the military or not after this conversation. He was still going to get his sister and niece back no matter what. It’d just be easier with the military’s resources.
     
    The General signed the form and placed the pen down. He finally looked up at Jim who still had that gaze of, ‘I’m doing it with or without you’ and he handed Jim the form.
     
    As Jim’s hand reached for the paper, the General kept hold of it for a moment and Jim looked up at him while the piece of paper hovered in the air between them. “If you cause me trouble, I will crucify you,” the General said calmly and plainly.
     
    Jim nodded. The General let go of the paper and Jim rose out of his chair. “Thank you, sir,” he said and then left the door.
     
    As Jim walked down the hallway he got out his phone and dialed Twink.
     
    Twink was in the motor pool with the van getting it back up to speed. He saw Jim’s number pop up and answered immediately. “Hey,” Twink said.
     
    “We’re good to go,” Jim said. “Where are we at with the plant schematics?”
     
    Twink stepped outside from all of the commotion in the shop. “Brett said he was able to get us access, so once we get the van back up and running we’ll be able to run the data,” Twink replied.
     
    “After what I just got the General to sign, we won’t need the van anymore,” Jim said then hung up the phone.
     
    Coyle was sitting in the waiting room at the end of the hall and put his hands up gesturing if they were able to get what they needed.
     
    “We got it,” Jim said as he passed Coyle in his seat.
     
    Coyle fist pumped the air and then jogged to catch up with him. “What’s next?” Coyle asked.
     
    “We’ll do some research on what we can find on the plant over the next few hours and then draw out our strategy for San Diego,” Jim replied.
     
    Coyle was talking about something when Jim’s phone started to buzz in his pocket. He pulled it out and the name on the screen made him stop dead in his tracks. ‘Samantha’. He pressed the answer button and slowly brought the phone to his ear.
     
    “Samantha?” Jim asked.
     
    “Jim,” she said. Her voice was shaky.
     
    “Where are you?” he asked.
     
    “San Diego.”
     
    “Are you okay?”
     
    “They have Annie, Jim.”
     
    People passed Jim in the hallway and they talked about what they were doing for lunch or their plans for the weekend while Jim listened to the sobs of his sister through the phone, which he was clinching tighter in his hand.
     
    “Is she okay?” he asked.
     
    “She’s scared, but she’s okay,” Samantha replied as she tried to compose herself.
     
    Then Jim heard some shuffling around and another voice came on the line.
     
    “Hello, Jim.” Chase’s voice was casual, confident. “You know I’ve been chatting with your sister here for quite some time and I’ve learned quite a lot about you. Your spectacular military career is something to be admired, Jim. What you’ve accomplished was impressive.”
     
    “I’m coming for you,” Jim said through gritted teeth.
     
    “It’s a waste of time and energy, Jim, trust me. You can’t stop me no more than you can stop a river flowing into the ocean. There is a way to improve your situation, though. I could use a man of your talents. You don’t seem to go away easily and I’d like to use that to my advantage. Of course you’d be compensated properly and your family would be free and safe to live wherever they wanted.”
     
    “I know where you are,” Jim answered, “And I’ve got a bullet in the chamber waiting for you.” Jim ended the call and walked up to where Coyle was standing, waiting for him. He kept his gaze focused towards the end of the hallway. “We leave in an hour.”
     
    Chase stared at the phone for a moment after Jim had hung up. He tossed it into the trash and then walked over to his guards and leaned