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answered.
    “Good, ‘cause I had to pee, like, 30 minutes ago,” she said, leaping out of the vintage Chevrolet and walking quickly for the woods.
    Ian and Leah watched her walk to the woods in front of the vehicles.  “You really know how to pick’em,” Leah said, her mouth turning into a smile with the sarcastic comment.
    Ian’s mouth did the same.  “That I do, babe.  That I do.”  He lovingly smacked her on the knee as she keyed the radio.  “Tardis Blue, Iron Horse is at rally point, over.”
     
    Grace stretched her shoulders and tried to pop her neck before answering.  She had forgotten how tough it was to ride a horse for an extended period of time.  “Momma B, that’s affirmative.  Trojan Horse is still making way via alternate routes.  They haven’t dogged us since the troop carrier, so we still expect to be at rally point by tomorrow morning.”
    “Tomorrow morning,” Leah said, repeating her daughter’s voice on the radio.  “Roger that, T-Blue, we’re here for you.  Over and out.”
    After Leah ended the transmission, Ian got out of the Jeep and scouted around as best as he could.  He didn’t see anyone around but knew that the view from the top of the wooded hill would be different from what he was seeing now.  He walked back to Leah and the Jeep to get his binoculars.
    “I’m going to take Mary with me to the top of the hill.  See if you can get Violet onto a task…we need her, and her boys need her, in the now.”
    Leah and Ian had talked about Mary and Violet’s role moving forward in the militia. They were important keys to the success, and they agreed to divide the responsibility of training each of them for the new reality.
    “Got it.”
    “Thanks, Hun.”
    “You bet.”
    “Mary,” Ian called, as he turned towards the El Camino. 
    “Yeah?”
    “Leah and Violet are going to pitch camp. Can you help me scout?”  It was a question, not an order.
    Mary finished removing the box of ammunition from the back of the El Camino and nodded at Ian.  “Sure.”
    Mary had found another hurdle in her new life as a newly widowed lesbian lawyer turned mad bitch with the enemy for screwing up her perfect life.  She fought the urge to charge out the door each day to find someone that was foreign to her, and kill them on the spot.  For the first time, unbelievably, she grasped the thought process behind those that hated gays.  She didn’t condone it, but somewhere deep inside, she seemed to get it…there were people that had changed everything about her life, without her consent, and against her will.  Some powerful minority of people, an invading force that didn’t believe the way she believed, had altered her and America’s way of life.  This change directly impacted her all the way down to her soul, and she had no say in it.  “But I have revenge,” she kept telling herself.  At every opportunity, she practiced shooting and learning how to kill more effectively.  She had turned into a very deadly sniper in a short amount of time and planned on using that new skill at the first opportunity.
    Ten minutes later, she and Ian edged up to the ridge of the hill that backed up to the super speedway.
    “Do you like NASCAR?” Ian asked.
    “Never watched it.”
    “Not your thing?” he asked, pulling his binoculars out of his pack and putting them to his eyes.
    “No, it’s not that,” she said, and went quiet. 
    Ian nodded, thinking that there was more coming, but she went silent.  He scanned the area looking at the hundreds of people among the infield.
    “I just really liked Formula racing over Stock cars,” she said, surprising Ian.  He smiled under the cover of his binoculars.  “My dad was a mechanic when we were younger, and his dream was to work on one of the Formula teams.  He took my sister and me to every damn Indy 500 race for like ten years straight.
    Ian lowered the binoculars and looked over at the woman.  “Did he ever get to work for a