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for?” Michelle asked.
    “I didn’t have time to really explore the issue since Palmer just blurted it out when I brought the calf back in as Nancy talked to him,” Nelson sighed. “But from what he’s saying, it’s loaded with shit.”
    Michelle stood, squaring off with Nelson. “We have tons of shit here now! We don’t really need more! Especially traipsing off thirty miles after we take out a government collection point!”
    “Michelle,” Nancy said, clearing her throat. “We really need to go there. They have a computer link to the government system I need to get into.”
    Michelle turned to look at Nancy and then turned back to Nelson. “What’s there that you want so bad?”
    “Have no idea, but it’s going to be military grade weaponry. Granted we do have shit here, but babe, you’ve been in this before. Those with the bigger and better toys win,” Nelson said. “He who shoots most has the advantage.”
    Sitting back down in her chair, Michelle said, “I’m going with you there as well.”
    “I really think the person responsible for our medical care needs to stay behind,” Gerald said.
    Slowly, Michelle glared up at him. “I don’t care; how can I patch your ass up if I’m here, dumb ass?”
    Giving a startle, Gerald raised his eyebrows in shock. “Well, ah, I don’t…”
    “Stop while you’re ahead, brother,” Nancy said. “I’ll be ready by tonight.”
    “Matt, get a pair of your tan tactical pants and a polo shirt. Dig out that windbreaker that has Homeland across the back and seal on the front. Grab that UMP 45, and I’ll bring mine. That’s what we take inside,” Nelson said.
    “You two bring your tactical vest as well, and Michelle and I will keep them in the Bronco in case this turns into a circus,” Gerald said, standing up.
    “They have one of the Suburbans there, and I’m leaving that sedan and taking it,” Nelson said.
    “I’m sure they can track them,” Matt said.
    “Oh they can,” Nancy said, standing up and walking to the counter. “But I have something here that will stop it. They aren’t that hard to turn off. The agency learned in Iraq that having a vehicle tracking device can hurt you if the enemy cracks your system. They learned that the hard way—as did the military when the Jihadist figured out how to hack into the trackers for the military vehicles.”
    She handed Matt what looked like a large, handheld phone. “So I turn this on, and it blocks transmissions?” he asked, looking up.
    “Cell and satellite phones,” Nancy said.
    “Matt, let’s go. Gerald, I need you to gather something that will burn a building down but not blow a hole in the Earth,” Nelson said, walking into the living room. He hugged the kids then ran to the cabin.
    As he dressed, Michelle came in and changed tactical vests to the one he had given her with ballistic plates. “Put that vest on,” she said as Nelson grabbed a dark blue polo shirt. Sighing, Nelson reached in the closet and pulled out the concealable vest Matt had taken from Homeland.
    “Thank you; I was going to wear my old one,” Nelson said, pointing at the vest lying on the bed.
    “Nelson, you keep your head in the game. Matt hasn’t pulled the trigger, so you be ready to call for us to back you up,” Michelle said, tightening her vest.
    “I know, but Matt knows how to act like a cop. I know you know how to act like an MP, but I need you on the outside to help Gerald keep a path open if this goes bad.”
    Stepping over and helping Nelson tuck in his shirt, Michelle smiled. “I understand, baby,” she said and kissed him. “You promise not to act like an idiotic ass, and I’ll wear the Leia slave outfit again this weekend.”
    Lust filled his eyes as Nelson’s jaw dropped to his chest. “Just what constitutes being an ass so I don’t screw it up?”
    “Don’t get shot or get us shot.”
    “Whew,” Nelson sighed with a lopsided grin. “That, I can do.”
    When they walked outside, they