Free The Bonner Incident: Joshua's War by Thomas A Watson, Michael L Rider

something, “Don’t, I’m not in the mood,” he warned.
    “Okay Wagner. Put another dozen agents on this, but keep me updated,” Griffey said nodding and laying the folder down.
    “Yes sir,” he beamed.
    Griffey looked over at Moore, “Moore, I asked your opinion on putting some of our search teams on ATVs and you still haven’t given me your reply.”
    “Griffey,” Moore sighed. “If we put them on ATVs, we are going to have a lot of accidents. Like a horse, you have to know how to ride the damn thing. Those that don’t, will stay on the few roads and won’t find shit. The few who do go off-road, will end up rolling down a mountain.”
    “So you advise against it?”
    “No, if you have people here that can ride them, I would throw their ass on one, like that game warden from Oregon. But just throw anyone on them, and the six choppers we got last night will be doing nothing but picking up broken bodies from ATV wrecks.”
    “Wagner, find that game warden from Oregon and have him find fifty men that he thinks can handle ATVs in this terrain. Have him go into town and requisition what he needs and the owners can file for payment with the requisitions,” Griffey said making a note.
    “Yes sir,” Wagner said. “Sir, if I may suggest, why don’t we get the game warden to teach more men to ride?”
    “No, I think Moore is right about the men not searching, but if we have men moving around on ATVs, Mr. Anderson will notice and will have to slow his movements and when he slows his movements enough, we will catch him.”
    “Very good sir,” Wagner nodded.
    “Wagner, why aren’t my drones up?”
    “Well, sir, that was my next item. The four drones we have are down for parts,” Wagner said as Griffey looked up.
    “The military doesn’t have this problem, why do I?”
    “We are under contract with the companies for them to provide maintenance staff, but they are shorthanded.”
    “Have the problem corrected or get someone to correct it.”
    “Griffey, we can’t threaten them. They aren’t some small business; they are major defense contractors.”
    “Call the director or chairman and have them deal with it then,” Griffey said looking up. “Anything else?” When nobody spoke, Griffey got up and walked out, looking at the trap on the table before leaving.
    When Wagner had left, Winters looked up from her reading. “The only thing I’m buying in Wagner’s report is that the troopers’ actions were spur of the moment.”
    Moored nodded, “Yes, but I still can’t see a reason.”
    “Sir, it may be the same reason why everyone around here is against us. We’re feds going after a local boy.”
    Feeling his phone vibrate, Moore dug it out and tapped the screen. “Oh,” he said looking at the message.
    “Sir?” Winters asked as he put the phone away.
    “Someone I didn’t think would ever contact me,” he said getting up. “Want to go for a ride?”
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Twenty-Seven
    Stopping the SUV, Moore climbed out, looking at the small diner in Sandpoint. “Who are we meeting?” Winters asked getting out.
    “The sheriff,” Moore said closing the door and noticed several people staring at them with hostile expressions.
    The door to the diner flew open, “I asked for them to come here,” Buck bellowed out, looking around at the people staring at Moore and Winters. The group nodded but still looked at Moore and Winters with icy stares. “Come inside Moore,” Buck said holding the door open and noticed Winters. “If she’s with you, she needs to come in as well.”
    Hitting the alarm on the SUV, Moore walked toward the door. “Sheriff, this is Agent Winters, she’s been on my team since she graduated the Academy, except for the year she joined HRT,” Moore said then jerked his head toward some of the onlookers. “Why in the hell are these people so hostile? Those men over by that truck almost look ready to open fire on