enjoy it,” Jane said, her face flushing.
Lucy finished, and Frank and Jane got out of the coach with her. Frank locked up. He could hear a gentle protest from Mr. Wonderful.
“Mr. Wonderful is needing some attention too, you know,” Frank said, chuckling.
“Me first.”
The two held hands as they walked back over to the clubhouse.
“Here’s that water bottle,” Frank said. “How close can I safely get to her?”
“I’ll take it, sir,” the Private said. “I’ve got body armor on, so I have some protection.” He took the bottle from Frank, and approached Cynthia.
“Cynthia!” the Private yelled. “Here’s some water. I’m going to toss it to you.”
She looked up at him. She was still crying, and there was a look of hatred in her eyes.
“I don’t want your water, pig,” she spat out between sobs. The private threw the bottle to her anyway, and it landed well within reach. He turned and quickly walked back to the group.
“Wow, nice personality,” the Private said with a smirk.
“You don’t know the half of it,” Jackson said.
The Major walked over from the Humvee.
“There was already somebody qualified to deal with the vest in the platoon, and they are on their way here. They should be here in about twenty minutes.”
“Excellent,” Frank said.
“So what are we going to do with her once we have her disarmed?” asked Charlie. “We don’t have a good place to lock her up.”
“Private Jones and I will take her with us,” the Major said.
“You’re leaving?” asked Hilda.
“Yes, for a little while,” he said. “The CO wants to interview both of us. We’ll probably be back here after that. We need to collect the Lieutenant, for one thing.”
“She’s too defiant for the Militia now,” Jerry said, looking over at Cynthia. “I’ll bet she’s gotten close to somebody on the Islamist side. She might even have been the facilitator in getting them together.”
“I doubt that,” the Major said. “They don’t put valuable people in suicide vests.”
“Well, I guess that’s a good point,” Jerry said. “I’ll grant you that.”
“Hey, Jerry, want to help me start planning the security system?” asked Frank.
“Sure, might as well get started,” Jerry said. They walked into the clubhouse, followed by Jane and Lucy, Hilda, and Earl. The rest of the folks stayed outside and kept an eye on Cynthia.
“Hilda, do you have any big sheets of paper?”
“I do, and some easels too,” she said. “Jer bought some of that stuff when he was trying to get us into the Corporate Retreat market. Never worked. Jer was full of ideas like that.”
“Wish I would have met him,” Frank said.
“He would have liked you,” Hilda said. She turned and went into the back room of the clubhouse, and returned with the easel and two pads of large paper. “This do?”
“Perfect,” Frank said.
“Oh, yeah, and these,” she said. She pulled several felt tip markers out of her pocket.
Jerry grabbed the easel and set it up. Frank picked up one of the pads of paper and hung it on with the two bolts at the top, and then picked up one of the markers.
“Hilda, could you give me one of the maps of the park? Mine is back in my rig.”
“Sure thing, just a sec,” she said. She walked back into the storage room again, and came out with a map. Frank looked at it, and then drew a rough version of it on the large paper. He put in landmarks, and the approximate position of trees along the back.
“OK, we have 36 cameras. We need to decide where to place them.”
“We have a few sensitive parts of the park that should be covered,” Jerry said. “The rest ought to be pointing outward.”
“Yes,” Frank said. “Important places within the park. Generator room. Well and Pump area. Incoming electrical and city water supplies. Maintenance area. Anything else that you two can think of?” He looked at Hilda and Jerry.
“Internet cable hookup,” Hilda said. She pointed to where it
Lucy finished, and Frank and Jane got out of the coach with her. Frank locked up. He could hear a gentle protest from Mr. Wonderful.
“Mr. Wonderful is needing some attention too, you know,” Frank said, chuckling.
“Me first.”
The two held hands as they walked back over to the clubhouse.
“Here’s that water bottle,” Frank said. “How close can I safely get to her?”
“I’ll take it, sir,” the Private said. “I’ve got body armor on, so I have some protection.” He took the bottle from Frank, and approached Cynthia.
“Cynthia!” the Private yelled. “Here’s some water. I’m going to toss it to you.”
She looked up at him. She was still crying, and there was a look of hatred in her eyes.
“I don’t want your water, pig,” she spat out between sobs. The private threw the bottle to her anyway, and it landed well within reach. He turned and quickly walked back to the group.
“Wow, nice personality,” the Private said with a smirk.
“You don’t know the half of it,” Jackson said.
The Major walked over from the Humvee.
“There was already somebody qualified to deal with the vest in the platoon, and they are on their way here. They should be here in about twenty minutes.”
“Excellent,” Frank said.
“So what are we going to do with her once we have her disarmed?” asked Charlie. “We don’t have a good place to lock her up.”
“Private Jones and I will take her with us,” the Major said.
“You’re leaving?” asked Hilda.
“Yes, for a little while,” he said. “The CO wants to interview both of us. We’ll probably be back here after that. We need to collect the Lieutenant, for one thing.”
“She’s too defiant for the Militia now,” Jerry said, looking over at Cynthia. “I’ll bet she’s gotten close to somebody on the Islamist side. She might even have been the facilitator in getting them together.”
“I doubt that,” the Major said. “They don’t put valuable people in suicide vests.”
“Well, I guess that’s a good point,” Jerry said. “I’ll grant you that.”
“Hey, Jerry, want to help me start planning the security system?” asked Frank.
“Sure, might as well get started,” Jerry said. They walked into the clubhouse, followed by Jane and Lucy, Hilda, and Earl. The rest of the folks stayed outside and kept an eye on Cynthia.
“Hilda, do you have any big sheets of paper?”
“I do, and some easels too,” she said. “Jer bought some of that stuff when he was trying to get us into the Corporate Retreat market. Never worked. Jer was full of ideas like that.”
“Wish I would have met him,” Frank said.
“He would have liked you,” Hilda said. She turned and went into the back room of the clubhouse, and returned with the easel and two pads of large paper. “This do?”
“Perfect,” Frank said.
“Oh, yeah, and these,” she said. She pulled several felt tip markers out of her pocket.
Jerry grabbed the easel and set it up. Frank picked up one of the pads of paper and hung it on with the two bolts at the top, and then picked up one of the markers.
“Hilda, could you give me one of the maps of the park? Mine is back in my rig.”
“Sure thing, just a sec,” she said. She walked back into the storage room again, and came out with a map. Frank looked at it, and then drew a rough version of it on the large paper. He put in landmarks, and the approximate position of trees along the back.
“OK, we have 36 cameras. We need to decide where to place them.”
“We have a few sensitive parts of the park that should be covered,” Jerry said. “The rest ought to be pointing outward.”
“Yes,” Frank said. “Important places within the park. Generator room. Well and Pump area. Incoming electrical and city water supplies. Maintenance area. Anything else that you two can think of?” He looked at Hilda and Jerry.
“Internet cable hookup,” Hilda said. She pointed to where it
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