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MCGRATH WOKE THE others by thumping on the sides of the accommodations trailer with both fists. Then he ran back to the command post and found a third copy of the message spooling out of the machine. He already had two. Now he had three.
Webster was the first into the trailer. Then Johnson, a minute behind. Then Garber, and finally the General’s aide. They rattled up the ladder one by one and hurried over to the table. McGrath was absorbed in reading.
“What, Mack?” Webster asked him.
“They’re declaring independence,” McGrath said. “Listen to this.”
He glanced around the four faces. Started reading out loud.
“‘Governments are instituted among men,’ ” he read. “ ‘Deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed. It is the right of the people to alter or abolish them after a long train of abuses and usurpations.’ ”
“They’re quoting from the original,” Webster said.
“Paraphrasing,” Garber said.
McGrath nodded.
“Listen to this,” he said again. “ ‘The history of the present government of the United States is a history of repeated injuries and usurpations all designed to establish an absolute tyra
“What the hell is this?” Webster said. “1776 all over again?”
“It gets worse,” McGrath said. “ ‘We therefore are the representatives of the Free States of America, located initially in what was formerly Yorke County in what was formerly Montana, and we solemnly publish and declare that this territory is now a free and independent State, which is absolved of allegiance to the United States, with all political co
He looked up. Shuffled the three copies into a neat stack and laid them on the table in silence.
“Why three copies?” Garber asked.
“Three destinations,” McGrath said. “If we hadn’t intercepted them, they’d be all over the place by now.”
“Where?” Webster asked.
“First one is a D.C. number,” McGrath said. “I’m guessing it’s the White House.”
Johnson’s aide scooted his chair to the computer terminal. McGrath read him the number. He tapped it in, and the screen scrolled down. He nodded.
“The White House,” he said. “Next?”
“New York somewhere,” McGrath said. Read out the number from the second sheet.
“United Nations,” the aide said. “They want witnesses.”
“Third one, I don’t know,” McGrath said. “Area code is 404.”
“Atlanta, Georgia,” Garber said.
“What’s in Atlanta, Georgia?” Webster asked.
The aide was busy at the keyboard.
“CNN,” he said. “They want publicity.”
Johnson nodded.
“Smart moves,” he said. “They want it all on live TV. Christ, can you imagine? The United Nations as umpires and round-the-clock coverage on the cable news? The whole world watching?”
“So what do we do?” Webster asked.
There was a long silence.
“Why did they say airspace?” Garber asked out loud.
“They were paraphrasing,” Webster said. “1776, there wasn’t any airspace.”
“The missiles,” Garber said. “Is it possible they’ve disabled the IFF?”
There was another long silence. They heard a car pull up. Doors slammed. Brogan and Milosevic rattled up the ladder and stepped into the hush. They carried brown bags and Styrofoam cups with plastic lids.
THE GIANT SEARCH-AND-RESCUE Chinook made it north from Peterson in Colorado to Malmstrom Air Force Base outside of Great Falls in Montana without incident. It touched down there and fuel bowsers came out to meet it. The crew walked to the mess for coffee. Walked back twenty minutes later. Took off again and swung gently in the morning air before lumbering away northwest.
38
“WE’RE GETTING NO reaction,” Fowler said. “Makes us wonder why.”
Reacher shrugged at him. They were in the command hut. Stevie had dragged him through the trees to the Bastion, and then Fowler had dragged him back again with two armed guards. The punishment hut was unavailable. Still occupied by Joseph Ray. They used the command hut instead. They sat Reacher down and Fowler locked his left wrist to the arm of the chair with a handcuff. The guards took up position on either side, rifles sloped, watchful. Then Fowler walked up to join Borken and Stevie for the ceremony on the parade ground. Reacher heard faint shouting and cheering in the distance as the proclamation was read out. Then he heard nothing. Ninety minutes later, Fowler came back to the hut alone. He sat down behind Borken’s desk and lit a cigarette, and the armed guards remained standing.
“We faxed it an hour ago,” Fowler said. “No reaction.”
Reacher smelled his smoke and gazed at the ba
“Do you know why we’re getting no reaction?” Fowler asked.
Reacher just shook his head.
“You know what I think?” Fowler said. “They cut the line. Phone company is colluding with the federal agents. We were told it would happen at seven-thirty. It obviously happened earlier.”
Reacher shrugged again. Made no reply.
“We would expect to be informed about a thing like that,” Fowler said.
He picked up his Glock, and propped it in front of him, butt on the desktop, swiveling it like naval artillery left and right.
“And we haven’t been,” he said.
“Maybe your pal from Chicago has given you up,” Reacher said.
Fowler shook his head. His Glock came to rest, aimed at Reacher’s chest.
“We’ve been getting a stream of intelligence,” he said. “We know where they are, how many of them there are, what their intentions are. But now, when we still need information, we aren’t getting it. Communication has been interrupted.”
Reacher said nothing.
“We’re investigating,” Fowler said. “We’re checking the radio right now.”
Reacher said nothing.
“Anything you want to tell us about the radio?” Fowler asked.
“What radio?” Reacher said.
“It worked OK yesterday,” Fowler said. “Now it doesn’t work at all, and you were wandering around all night.”
He ducked down and rolled open the drawer where Borken kept the Colt Marshal. But he didn’t come out with a revolver. He came out with a small black radio transmitter.
“This was Jackson’s,” he said. “He was most anxious to show us where it was hidden. In fact he was begging to show us. He screamed and cried and begged. Just about tore his fingernails off digging it up, he was so anxious.”
He smiled and put the unit carefully in his pocket.
“We figure we just switch it on,” he said. “That should put us straight through to the federal scum, person to person. This stage of the process, we need to talk direct. See if we can persuade them to restore our fax line.”
“Terrific plan,” Reacher said.
“The fax line is important, you see,” Fowler said. “Vital. The world must be allowed to know what we’re doing here. The world must be allowed to watch and witness. History is being made here. You understand that, right?”
Reacher stared at the wall.
“They’ve got cameras, you know,” Fowler said. “Surveillance planes are up there right now. Now it’s daylight again, they can see what we’re doing. So how can we exploit that fact?”
Reacher shook his head.
“You can leave me out of it,” he said.
Fowler smiled.
“Of course we’ll leave you out of it,” he said. “Why would they care about seeing you nailed to a tree? You’re nothing but a piece of shit, to us and to them. But Holly Johnson, there’s a different story. Maybe we’ll call them up on their own little transmitter and tell them to watch us do it with their own spy cameras. That might make them think about it. They might trade a fax line for her left breast.”