enforcement personnel. âGet undercover people into that area ASAP. The very best you have, no fuck-ups. This country cannot take another Waco, or Ruby Ridge, or, God help us all, another fiasco such as the one in Idaho last spring. I want no large display of force. Youâve got five days to set this up.â He looked at Cliff. âUnless you want to cancel, and I hope you do.â
âNo,â the Speaker said. âNo way. You know as well as I do that if weâre targets, theyâll get us, one way or the other. It goes with the job. But what do I tell my wife?â
âThe truth, Cliff. And wonât that be refreshing?â
Cliff smiled.
Dick turned his attention to the federal enforcement agents. âI have alerted certain people at NSA and CIA. And I accept full responsibility for using the CIA domestically. But if some people have to be taken out, and you know what I mean, the Company does it better than anyone else. All right, get your people in there as fishermen, hikers, tourists, people looking for investment property, retirement homes. I want around-the-clock surveillance on Gene Dawson, Senators Stevens and Patrick, and especially on that venomous bitch Madalaine Bowman. Phones bugged; the whole nine yards. Iâve already spoken with a federal judge who is a close friend of mine. Everything is legal and above-boardâmore or lessâbut weâre ready to go. I donât want young agents in on this. No cowboys or hot dogs. I want highly experienced men and women who wonât panic and jump the gun. Understood?â
Perfectly.
* * *
âThat bitch reporter, Stormy Knight, is in the area,â Alex, the boss of this particularly odious bunch of shaved heads, told his equally shiny-domed gang. âVic Radford just confirmed it. Sheâs gonna do a number on us.â
âMaybe we better lay low,â a gang member suggested. âWe donât need no more heat on us.â
âWe ainât done nothinâ wrong,â Alex countered. âWe got a right to our opinions same as anyone else. Fuck âer.â
âIâd like that,â another shaved head said with a dirty laugh.
âYou wouldnât when you come down with AIDS or some other fag disease,â Alex said. He frowned at all the members gathered around. âSheâs like all reporters: in love with niggers and queers and Jews. Liberals think itâs fashionable to fuck niggers and kiss queers. If our race is gonna survive, we gotta be more careful than ever before. You boys and girls keep that in mind.â
Alex gave his following a slow visual once-over. They were small in number, but they would grow with time. Alex knew that, for he had met with the leaders of other chapters around the country before deciding upon this location for a cell. And in only a few months five new members had been added. It did not take long to convince a certain type of person that Hitler was a great and wise man. You just had to know what to look for. Alex had been carefully coached in that and was not nearly as dumb as he appeared to be.
Which certainly could not be said for most of his followers.
* * *
Stormy and Ki were prowling around the country, would be gone most of the day. Barry made certain Pete and Repeat had plenty of fresh water, secured his place, and took a drive out to Willâs store on the lake. Barry was more aware than any other living person that when it came to men of John Ravennaâs caliber, there was no point in pussy-footing around: they had to be met head-on. He was also well aware that moments after he stopped at the store and asked directions to Ravennaâs place, Will would be on the phone to Sheriff Salter. Couldnât be helped. This was something that had to be done.
Barry had a soft drink and chatted with the old man who had established the store and operated it for almost half a century.
âI bet youâve seen some changes in this