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Post by ydderf2 on Apr 10, 2022 9:44:50 GMT -6
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Post by ncsfsgm on Apr 11, 2022 5:53:01 GMT -6
Chapter 94
Gil watched as the plumbers laid out the rough piping in preparation for pouring the floors. The electricians had already placed the conduit in this section. The steel workers were already laying the decking on the last of the first floor and would start on the second floor tomorrow. The project was a boon to the community because Gil insisted they hire as many laborers as they could locally. Specialized skills had to be brought in but if no one was available there wasn't anything they could do. Gil hired the work done to make the massive wooden doors that would close off C1 from C2 and then a set to close off the passage between C2 and C3 just before the delivery passage, which they had designated P2. Gil provided the oak for the doors and a fence company in Greeneville was fabricating the huge hinges required to hold the doors. The epoxy system they had used on the blast doors was working great except they would install the hinges first then set the doors and balance them. One person would be able to open the doors with no problem.
Drake had installed, or rather his crews had installed the huge battery bank, and everything was working perfectly. They had gradually gone to the battery bank power from the 30kw generator and not only were things quieter it gave the workers and the people confidence that this grandiose plan could work. A separate steel crew was erecting the frame for what would be the storage area with the bottom floor leveled with concrete and the two floor above with steel and concrete decking. Gil would hire local unskilled labor to construct shelving, under the supervision of skilled craftsmen, to build shelving for the storage areas. That was getting the attention of the local Chamber of Commerce, attention that Gil didn't necessarily want, but had to contend with to keep up appearances.
Gil was bottling the River Bank, Smokehouse Edition when Brad, Trace, Colt, Eric and Jacinta walked in.
"Gil, we need to talk." Brad said.
Gil finished sealing the bottle and wiped his hands on a cloth.
"Okay, what's up?"
"Right now, we are all sitting on the edge of an axe. With the way the economy is going, things are going to blow. Things are doing well around here but we're concerned about the outsiders. If they get the idea of what's here, they are going to come gunning with the idea of taking over. We've all seen it in other countries."
Gil nodded and laid the cloth on the barrel. "A wise Asian once said: 'The only chance of life lies in giving up all hope of it."
Gil looked at the floor a moment then gazed at all of them. "When I accepted the role of Guardian, I accepted the fact that I would probably die fulfilling my obligations. There are dangers around every corner, more so these days. Every day, when I step outside my house, I mentally prepare myself for a close ambush. All of you are trained to charge through a close ambush and kill everything in your path. It is the only chance you have of surviving. Mentally, you accept that you are going to die but do it any way. When something goes down, charge through and protect. Kill if the situation calls for it. We'll sort things out when the situation is contained."
Everyone nodded and helped Gil bottle the rest of the barrel.
As Christmas drew near, Gil, after talking with Harold and he to the foremen of the steel workers, plumbers, and other construction foremen, had all construction stop for the holidays. They would start back up after the 2nd of January. All the workers were happy for the time off, even though they were making good money. It gave them more time with their families. Gil was working on a plan on how to secure livestock in C3. The chicken coops would be easy enough but a fence sturdy enough to hold the cattle in and be expandable was a problem he needed to work out.
Water turned out not to be a big problem either. They brought the drilling rig into the chambers through the south passage and drilled in C2. There was a slight problem cleaning up the water that had gushed out before the well could be capped. It took a few days before it finally dried out but that was about the extent of their problems. They poured concrete and finished it up until the last minutes before they shut down for the holidays. When they got back the sheet rock finishers and the carpenters could get started on walling up the apartments. After everyone had left, Gil did a walk-through and was satisfied with what had been accomplished so far.
Gil looked at his supply of mineral blocks and decided to go into town and pick up more. Jarrod had mapped out all the places deer were drinking from springs and major game trails going down to the river and lake and they had been putting out mineral block in those areas. They were now having to thin the deer out more than before but they made sure the meat was going to needy families. The fish and wildlife officer for the area advised them on the number of deer that needed to be harvested. Gil went to Tractor Supply to get the blocks and while walking inside, he was waylaid by a man.
"Mr. Conner, My name is Mark James. Could I speak with you a moment?"
"Yes, what can I do for you?"
"I'm from the Atlanta Journal and I would like to get your reaction to the allegations that you are building a white supremacist retreat."
"So, you're a journalist?"
"Yes sir."
"Well, in the first place, maybe you should have done your homework instead of coming to me with such a stupid request. We have Caucasian, Native American, Hispanic and African American members of our group. Now, I'm well aware that anyone not Caucasian and have a point of view other than your twisted Marxist perspectives your ilk like to call 'white supremacists.' Such journalistic malfeasance is the reason I don't do interviews with journalists. Instead of reporting the facts you tend to twist the facts into lies to fit your agendas. Thanks, but no thanks."
Gil walked into the store, leaving the journalist standing red-faced in the doorway.
Gil got the mineral blocks and picked up a box each of Jack and Beau's favorite treats. Jarrod would find them in the CONEX with the mineral blocks.
Back at Bluff View, Gil used a Rokon to put the blocks out. After he had resupplied the deer spring near the Chamber, he went up, did a quick inspection, and brought down a mixed case of wine for Grace. The women liked to sip a little when they were quilting. They came up with some interesting designs when they did.
The day before, Gil had caught Debbie as she was moving the last of her things..
"Debbie, I need you to write a benign article for me about the Haven for you to sell it to anyone who will buy it. I'd like to read it before you shop it around."
"Sure, no problem. You want to take the suspicion off?"
"Yeah, something like that."
Gil went to his office and pulled out his notebook and went through his notes. Jimmy would be sending the first trucks up the day after tomorrow to start filling the propane tanks they had buried. They was no way he could make enough methanol for the Haven so he decided on propane. The diesel tanks would be installed at the end of the month. The women were taking the roster of people and matching them up with the appropriately sized apartments and when everything was ready, they show them their apartment and allow them to personalize them if they wished. The storage area would soon be ready and the carpenters could get to work building shelves. Gil and Allie were going to interview a retiring Air Force supply specialist to handle the Haven's inventory. He and his wife had started going to Bluff View Christian Church. They lived off of Morrissett Chapel Road. His wife was a teacher at St. Clair Elementary School.
Last on his list as the meeting with Senator Margo Bunson. She had called him personally and asked for the meeting. He had invited her to the house this weekend. Debbie had moved into the Taylor cottage right after Jon had moved into his house, so the guest cabin was free. Margo, and she had insisted the he and Grace call her that, was one of the few politicians he gave money to. His name were stricken from any donors lists, although his donations were available for review on the FEC database. She was a strong woman and fought like a badger for the things she believed in. Those that were on the opposing team often confronted her but they almost always came away bludgeoned and bruised after being hit about the head and shoulders with facts and figures; and you can bet your life the voters, ALL voters, knew her sources of her information and could check them out themselves.
Gil went downstairs and could find no one. He went out on the deck and saw Alan and Alana playing outside the guest cabin and walked over.
"Daddy, I beat Alan twice in Indian Leg Wrestling!" Alana yelled.
"Daddy! She cheats! She tickles me to win!" Alan yelled.
"Alana, are you following the rules?" Gil asked.
"But Daddy, he'll beat me!"
"Alana?"
"No Daddy." Alana sad, pouting and looking at the ground.
"Well, I think it's only fair you give Alan a rematch and go by the rules this time."
"Yes sir."
Gil went into the cabin and found Mollie and Grace dusting and checking the refrigerator.
"I put two bottles of the strawberry wine Margo likes in the fridge. Is she bringing anyone with her?" Grace asked.
"She didn't say, but I don't think so."
"Look at this. Jarrod made a fragrant herb potpourri basket. It smells like the forest."
"That's very nice. What are you planning for meals? I sensed she didn't want to have any fancy hoopla." Gil said.
"Her two favorites, country fried steak and chicken and dumplings. Strawberry cream cheese pie and banana pudding for dessert."
Gil nodded. "Good comfort foods. She sounded stressed out."
"I'm going over to talk to Glen, then over to the Haven. I'll be back for lunch."
"Okay hon. Soup and grilled cheese."
Gil nodded and went to his truck.
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Post by gipsy on Apr 11, 2022 6:12:21 GMT -6
Tension is building. Thanks for the update. Might think about some small groups of wildlife in with the livestock. Sort of a Noah's ark thinking.
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Post by ydderf2 on Apr 11, 2022 16:59:38 GMT -6
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Post by ncsfsgm on Apr 12, 2022 5:07:14 GMT -6
Chapter 95
Gil drove the HL over to Glen's landing and tied off. Walking up the trail he heard Glen yelling at Jack to get back. Moving faster, Gil topped the rise and he found Glen on his knees picking up spilled dog biscuits off the ground. Jack was dashing in to grab a biscuit, sometimes being successful. The biscuits were small so he could gobble them down quickly. Gil laughed and picked Jack up, scratching behind his ears.
"Jack was going to bust his guts!" Gil laughed.
"That mutt tripped me and the box busted open!. Glen grumbled.
"You want me to go down and toss him in the river?"
"Hell no! He just won't be getting' treats for a while. He's had his bait."
Glen finished picking the biscuits up and carried them inside, emptying the box into the covered basket he kept the treats in.
"I appreciate you settin' the box in the CONEX. Saves me a trip to town."
"I've got a job for you. I need 8 does and two bucks thinned from the other side of the river. You keep the antlers and hides."
"Fish and wildlife know?"
"Yeah, I had them come in and grade the herd."
"I'll start on it."
Gil started to head back to get his truck then changed his mind and turned downstream. Landing at his grandpa's old place, he walked the quarter mile to the Haven.
The finishers were working on the apartments. The ones that had been completed had a green card taped to the doors. He walked into one and it looked good. As soon as a few more were done they'd start equipping them with the kitchenettes and furniture. Brad and his crew were drilling through the wall for the gas lines. He stopped and talked with Harold for a while and was pleased with the work being done. The had two more sections to pump the concrete to in the housing area and then they would begin on the storage area. Harold had selected a shelf design and the shelving crew were already making the parts. Once the floors were cured, they would start assembling the shelves and ready them for stocking. He turned around and walked back the length of C1 and on outside. Eric and Jacinta drove up and got out of the Gator.
"Gil, four intelligence officials, two of them former agency heads were taken out today. An exposé was sent out to the major news agencies." Jacinta said, handing Gil her phone. Gil took it and read the excerpt.
"The Intelligence Community is supposed to be non-political. They are there to safeguard the security of the United States. When highly positioned officials turned their backs on the American people and blatantly lied to them in favor of a specific political party, they are no longer of any use to freedom loving people."
"Well, that should wake some people up, or not." Gil said after reading the exposé. "The problem is they are so blind to what they do….they are like lemmings. They'll still head for the destructive cliff. You'll have to kill a whole bunch of them to make any difference."
"We were about to go scout around. Do you need anything?"
"Give me a ride back down to the dock. I rode up here on the hovercraft."
Gil cranked the engines and rounded the point, then opened the throttle up. It was exhilarating speeding over the five miles if water. He parked the HL and went back to the house.
Margo arrived at the gate at 2140 Friday night. Gil immediately buzzed her through and watched the camera until he heard the car outside. She was driving an innocuous Kia the he normally wouldn't have pictured her in. Gil went down the steps and secured her bag, taking it over to the guest cabin and placing it in a bedroom while Grace ushered Margo into the house. When Gil returned, Margo and Grace were curled up on opposite ends of the leather couch with glass of wine, talking. Gil poured three fingers of River Branch into a lowball glass and sat in his recliner and listened to the two jabber. Gil glanced up at the stairway and saw the twins peeking through the balustrade.
"Come here you two!"
The two ran down the rest of the stairs and over to their daddy's chair.
"Do you remember Ms. Bunsen?"
They both nodded. "She's the pretty lady that gave us candy." Alan said.
"You weren't supposed to tell on me! Come over here and give me a hug!" Margo grinned.
The two grinning kids hurried over and gave Margo a hug.
"My goodness! Look how they've grown. How old are they now?"
"We're six!" Alana said proudly. But I'm sweeter!"
Margo giggled, then her eyes moistened slightly. "This is what I fight for in Washington."
"You two get back to bed. No more coming down. You'll see Ms. Bunsen in the morning."
"How are things in Washington?" Gil said solemnly.
"It's like fighting a hurricane from the beach. You absorb the impact of a wave and before you know it, another one is on you. The real problem isn't the Democrats. I can work with most of them, it's the old established Republicans that are the hardest to deal with. One on hand they are accomplished but if you try to get a bill through that upsets their gravy train, then they will block you six ways to Sunday."
Gil shook his head and took a drink.
"That's enough politics this weekend! Grace said. "You're here to relax and by God if I have to take a switch to you, that's what you are going to do!" Grace said.
Margo giggled. "It's so good to see you two again. Rumor has it you are building a Doomsday Bunker here."
Gil rolled his eyes.
"Touchy subject? I won't ask any more." Margo said.
"No, it's okay Margo. You know how things get blown out of proportion. We are building a shelter, but it's to protect the People from disasters in the future. With Climate change, and I believe it's natural and not man-made, there will be an incremental increase in the intensity of weather patterns. Instead of having to live in fear, the people can gather at the shelter when they feel threatened and have the moral and physical support of their neighbors. Many of the future users are members of the local Church." Gil explained. It as an innocuous story they had all agreed on.
"That's good. It looks like you are doing more for the people than the government could after the fact."
"I'll take you down tomorrow and show you. The people may lose their homes because of natural disaster but they will have a second home they can bounce back from."
"Is this this year's wine?" Margo asked.
"Of course it is!" Gil replied. They women around here drink it up between harvests. I have to hide a couple of cases to make sure there is enough before we have the next bottling."
"That's not so!" Grace shot back.
Margo laughed. "Well it's as good as the last I had."
"I'll set you aside a case to take back with you." Gil said. Maybe it can take some tension off of you in the evenings back in Washington.
"Gil!"
"Okay, okay. How did you manage to sneak out this weekend?"
"I just let the word out I was going to visit my home office in Nashville. I left my work phone with my sister and borrowed her car. I have a Tracfone she can reach me on."
"Well, if you have to make any calls, you can use my satellite phone. It can't be traced."
"Hopefully, things will stay quiet, but thank you for the offer."
Gil went into the kitchen and got out the Whirly-Pop and popped a big bowl of popcorn while the women talked. When he sat the bowl on the coffee table in front of them they were talking about the twin's home schooling.
"I have been working with members of Congress on bills to reimburse those parents who home school their children but the teacher's unions fight them tooth and nail. They want to maintain the power to indoctrinate our children." Margo said, a saddened look forming.
Billy has finished his studies, so far, until he finds something else to peak his interest." Grace said.
"I'll bet his has turned out to be a fine young man. Has he found a significant other?" Margo asked.
"Oh yes! A girl he grew up with. She's studying to be a nurse."
"That's good. I'm glad to hear that. So many young people these days are just looking for the big jobs with the fast buck."
"No, this girl has a head on her shoulders and loves Billy to death. I wouldn't be surprised to see a wedding about the time she graduates." Grace said.
"Well, I need to get some sleep. The adrenaline is finally draining from my body. Call me in the morning for breakfast, would you?"
"No, breakfast will be prepared once you've awakened and had at least one cup of coffee. Sleep as long as you like. Saturday morning is treat breakfast for the twins. They get to have a bowl of those chocolate sugar coated corn bombs or whatever sugary delight is on the list. Sleep in and recharge yourself."
Gil walked them out on the deck and watched as Grace walked Margo to the cabin. Gil left the deck light on when Grace returned. They cleaned up and went to bed.
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Post by gipsy on Apr 12, 2022 7:28:52 GMT -6
Thanks for the update.
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Post by udwe on Apr 12, 2022 13:50:21 GMT -6
Awesome!
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Post by ncsfsgm on Apr 12, 2022 16:50:07 GMT -6
Chapter 96
Margo knocked and came into the kitchen at 0930 the next morning, looking refreshed.
"Thanks, I needed that." Margo said, pouring a cup of coffee.
"Feel like some bacon and eggs?" Gil asked.
"Yes, please, eggs scrambled." Margo replied.
Grace got up to make toast.
Gil quickly scrambled the eggs, put them on a plate, laid two pieces of bacon and two pieces of pork sausage next to them and set the plate in front of Margo. Grace set a bread plate down next to her plate with two slices of buttered toast and a jelly jar of strawberry preserves.
"Oh my! Such service.! Margo grinned.
"Eat up." Gil said. "You're washing the dishes."
"Gil! I'll do the dishes!" Grace said.
"I don't mind washing dishes." Margo said.
Grace refreshed her coffee and sat down at the counter with Margo.
"What time are we going down to the Haven?"
"Whenever you are ready. This is your weekend. You call the shots on what you want to do." Gil replied.
"Okay, let me finish breakfast and go brush my teeth and I'll be ready."
Margo tried to wash her plate and utensils but Grace took her dishes and told her to go brush her teeth. She came back out in jeans, walking shoes a sweater and vest and got into the truck with Gil and Grace. They drove Up the ridge and turned right on Haven Road as Grace narrated the drive. When they pulled into the Haven, Gil saw Drake's truck there. They got out, went in and Grace began showing Margo the apartments while Gil took a Gator down to C2 to see if Drake was there, and he was, hovering over the control panel on the battery bank.
"What's up?" Gil asked.
"Nothing much. Just doing some fine tuning. Everything is working perfectly. It only took the wind generators three hours to fully charge the batteries up last night. When everything is up and running, I want to run everything including the wall space heaters in the apartments all day long to see how much it is draining the bank, then how long it takes for the wind generators to bring the bank back up to peak."
"No problem. Just let me know when so we can have someone on duty for fire watch."
Drake closed and locked the control panel and shut his tablet down. He climbed in the Gator with Gil and they rode to where Grace and Margo were coming out of an apartment.
"Gil, the apartments are looking great!" Margo said.
"Uh…Margo, this is Drake Simpson, our AE guru."
Margo held out her hand, a campaign habit.
Drake smiled. "Ah the resplendent Senator Bunson, it is an honor to meet you."
Margo smiled brilliantly. "Please, call me Margo. It looks as though Gil picked the right man."
"He's given me plenty of practice." Drake replied.
"Gil, this place is amazing!" Margo said. "Just how many units will there be?"
"Well, just to use the space up there will be a total of 240 units spread out over three floors. What would be the roof will be a recreation area."
"I saw stairs, will there be elevators also?" Margo asked.
"Well we hope people will use the stairs for exercise as much as possible, but there will also be four elevator banks, which brings something to mind, Drake. They will start bringing in furnishings next week. I'd like you to be here to monitor the elevator battery banks during their use."
"Can do."
"Just how big is this place?" Margo asked.
"Well, you see this one, there are two more chambers like this, only a little smaller."
"Gil, I could get you some government grants…"
"Margo, no thank you. Nothing about this will have one government dime attached to it. They get hooks into you that way."
Well, it is an impressive undertaking."
They all walked down the passageway and outside.
"How are you powering the complex?" Margo asked.
"Wind and solar power, with powerful battery banks."
"Why can't the government do something like this?" Grace asked.
"Because they shell out money to their political cronies on something like this who frequently run into cost overruns and cost the taxpayers billions of dollars when the companies default." Margo said.
"Drake, when you get some time, I'd like to sit down and talk with you." Gil said.
"Yeah, sure thing, Gil."
"Margo, have you seen enough?"
"I think so. I want to see where they make the baskets."
"Well then Grace, why don't you take the truck. Drake, can you give me a lift home?"
"Yeah, sure."
They split up and Gil and Drake watched the women drive away.
"Drake, how would you like to run your own company?"
"Well, I own a third of the company now."
"Well, let me sweeten the pot. How would you like to have exclusive access to those PV panels and the batteries. I talked to the inventor and he is willing to give us the dealership for the entire east coast. You will be limited by only the number of crews you can train and run. You could be a millionaire in less than two years."
"So, how is this going to work?"
"I pay for the setup and first year's stockage then we split the profits 60/40. I'll go 50/50 on the costs of the continuing replacement parts and equipment."
"You won't be making much money like that." Drake said.
"I'll make a little. What I want is to get the operation going."
"Can I bring in a few of my own people?"
"Absolutely, and I'd like you to use Bill Gregory too, If you can work with him."
"Yeah, sure. Bill is good."
"I'll get Gary working on the corporation setup. Give me a ride. I'll show you were the company will be." Gil said.
Gil had Drake drive him to the Parson/Dickerson farm, which Gil had Gary buy the through the Foundation.
They went into the three bedroom house and Drake was pleased.
You can use this to live in and set up an office temporarily. I'll have a warehouse/office built here in back for the company."
"Do I need to sell my share of the other company?" Drake asked.
"That's entirely up to you."
Drake stood for several seconds with his hands on his hips, looking at the floor. "Okay, let's do this." Drake said, holding his hand out to Gil.
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Post by gipsy on Apr 12, 2022 17:24:35 GMT -6
Thanks for the update
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Post by udwe on Apr 12, 2022 21:01:02 GMT -6
Love this!
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Post by ydderf2 on Apr 12, 2022 21:47:10 GMT -6
soo good thank you
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Post by ncsfsgm on Apr 13, 2022 23:31:52 GMT -6
Chapter 97
Gil told Drake that when he went back to Knoxville, to go by the steel building distributor and tell them the floorplan he wanted. Gil would take care of the rest. Drake dropped Gil off at Bluff View and returned to Knoxville.
Gil walked into the house and hung up his hat.
"Where's Drake?" Grace asked.
"Gone back to Knoxville." Gil replied.
Margo had a disappointed look on her face.
Gil looked from Margo to Grace, who was grinning.
"Drake's going to partner and run LandGuardian Power Systems LLC for me. I'm setting him up at the Dickerson/Parsons place." Gil said.
"Then, he'll be living there?" Grace asked.
"Yep. That's a nice house."
Grace looked at Margo. "Margo, you really need to come down and chill out more often. You seem much more relaxed."
Gil smirked and poured a glass of water.
Gil's phone rang.
"Gil? Glen. I'm coming over to get a couple of deer in the morning. Where do you want them?"
"Just leave them hanging in the skinning shed and I'll take them to Hirschfeld's."
"Got it. I'll see you later."
Gil went into the Great Room, poured a drink and sat down in his chair, pulling out his notebook. They had gotten a lot accomplished this week and plenty more to follow. Trace and Sarah were going to oversee the furnishings delivery and placement. Sarah had the checklists for every apartment made so that when an item went in, it was checked off the list. The electricians and plumbers would be installing the 72" combo kitchenettes starting Tuesday. Things were rolling right along.
Debbie came in then Rachel and Gary and it had had turned into a kitchen hen party. Gary joined Gil in the Great Room.
"Can I get you something?" Gil asked.
"No, nothing for me. I just finished putting everything together for the LLC and it's ready to file on Monday."
"How's the house?"
"Everything's great. Of course, after Rachel put her touches to it, you can hardly tell I even live there."
"I'll give you a couple of mounted deer heads to hang in there." Gil grinned.
"I HEARD THAT, AND YOU WILL NOT!" Rachel yelled.
Gary and Gil laughed.
"Wedding plans all done?"
"Yes, thank God. Two more weeks. Shannon and Allie have been collaborating with Rachel on that."
Gil nodded. Yep, just keep your mouth shut and hand out money when they ask. You'll be much happier that way."
"When are you going to launch the power company?"
"Started today. Drake is on board and I'll turn the old Parsons place over to him. As soon as he comes up with the floorplan, I'll order the steel building."
"He's going to be busy as soon as people learn of the efficiency of the panels and batteries."
"Well, we'll start advertising as soon as he can get his crews together and trained. The train will really get to rolling then. Where are you planning to go on your honeymoon?"
"Miami." Gary said in a low voice. "But I'm not letting Rachel know until we get to the airport."
"She'll be pissed. You know how women like to pack."
"I'll let her shop all she wants when we get there. She'll probably come back with an extra suitcase. How are things going in the complex?"
"Moving right along. Furnishings will begin arriving Monday and they start drilling a well in C3. They are building the shelving in C2 and we'll start getting them stocked."
Gary blew out a big breath. "A lot of work."
"Yeah, It is."
Gil's phone rang.
"Gil, it's Eric. You need to turn the news on."
Gil picked up the remote and tuned the satellite TV to Fox News.
"….have the area cordoned off. This is the closest we are allow to get. Again, tonight five people were, for all intents and purposes, assassinated here on King street in Alexandria at the Vermilion Restaurant. There we reported to be at least two congresspersons and one senator among the victims. We are waiting for an official statement from the police…."
"What was that?" Grace asked. They women had come into the room.
Gil turned the sound up and let them listen. The reporter again went over the activities and what had happened.
"Oh my God! I've been there before!" Margo said.
"…this just in. We have a communiqué purported to be from the assassins. We'll run the tape. Gorge, you have it…okay here's a recording of the communiqué.
"The five people eliminated tonight were corrupt and enriched themselves at the expense of the American people. They are but a few of the scum in the political cesspool of our government. Documented proof will be delivered later to the major news organizations, proving their corruption. Members of the Legislative Branch were forewarned but didn't take us seriously. This is not an act of terrorism against the American people, but the last extension to which we've been forced to. Larry McDonald was attributed to saying: "There are four boxes to be used in the defense of liberty: soap, ballot, jury, and cartridge. We have used the first three and the politicians, lawyers and judges use their skills and cronyism to thwart us. We will no longer accept the status quo."
Sons of Liberty
Everyone sat or stood there in shocked interest.
"The Speaker and the Senate Majority Leader were forewarned." Margo said. "They just brushed it off. They thought no one could get to them."
Gil got up and poured a drink. Personally, it didn't upset him that someone had taken out the trash. He was more concerned about innocents getting caught in the cross-fire.
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Post by sniper69 on Apr 14, 2022 5:09:42 GMT -6
Awesome chapters, thank you for sharing. I always enjoy your writings.
Just wanted to point out one item towards the end of the last chapter - "here are four boxes to be used in the defense of liberty: soap, ballot, jury, and cartridge. We have used the first four and the politicians......" Should it read We have used the first three and the politicians....."?
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Post by gipsy on Apr 14, 2022 6:25:06 GMT -6
Thanks for the update.
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Post by ncsfsgm on Apr 14, 2022 7:36:05 GMT -6
Awesome chapters, thank you for sharing. I always enjoy your writings. Just wanted to point out one item towards the end of the last chapter - "here are four boxes to be used in the defense of liberty: soap, ballot, jury, and cartridge. We have used the first four and the politicians......" Should it read We have used the first three and the politicians....."? That's what you get doing the last edit at 0300.
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Post by sniper69 on Apr 14, 2022 8:06:24 GMT -6
Awesome chapters, thank you for sharing. I always enjoy your writings. Just wanted to point out one item towards the end of the last chapter - "here are four boxes to be used in the defense of liberty: soap, ballot, jury, and cartridge. We have used the first four and the politicians......" Should it read We have used the first three and the politicians....."? That's what you get doing the last edit at 0300.No worries. I know at 3am I was thinking about a project at work.
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Post by ncsfsgm on Apr 14, 2022 14:28:03 GMT -6
Chapter 98
"Gil, you don't seem upset those men, and possibly women, were summarily executed outside of our nation's capital." Margo said.
"Well, I don't have any evidence to make a call on impropriety. As far as summary executions, I wouldn't exactly call them that. All these so-called 'Sons of Liberty' did was carry out the executions. When the corrupt officials were told what would happen to them if they continued their flagitious acts, they became their own judge and jury and signed their own death certificates. In guerrilla warfare, it is usually the only judicial cum martial relief available to the grieving party. If the politicians had been acting within the boundaries of the law, or at least exercised a little morality, they would probably still be alive."
"Yes, but who decides if you are corrupt? Margo asked.
"Well, I guess everyone above the eighth grade reading level who doesn't have a cognitive disability. The Legislature writes the laws, and are bound to follow them as every citizen should. If you decide to not follow the very laws you helped write, then you are in violation of said laws. Short of that, follow the laws of common decency.
"And what moral pattern should we follow?"
"Oh, the same one that say's you shouldn't molest your little sister, you don't twist heads off of kittens, you don't steal the taxpayers dollars and you don't use your power in government to enrich yourself. You know, things like that."
Gary sat slightly covering his mouth to keep from laughing. Gil had Margo going. The only thing was, Margo wasn't protesting too much. Maybe she was seeing a spark of truth in what Gil was saying.
The women went back into the kitchen and poured wine while Gil refilled his glass and poured Gary a drink.
Sunday, after Church, Grace held an impromptu cookout/pot luck. Of course, not much was spontaneous with Grace, she had already coordinated the get together with the other women so there wasn't any duplication with the foods. Spatula and tongs were placed in Gil's hands and he did the grilling. Margo jumped right in and helped the other women. Billy and Carrie were busy upstairs, studying for her National Licensure Examination (NCLEX-PN). She had finished her course and only had to pass the exam to begin working at Hawkins County Memorial Hospital. As soon as she passed the exam, she was going to start getting accreditations in Critical Care, Intensive Care, and Burn Care. Billy believed she wouldn't have any problems. She would be well sought after and the accreditations would insure her a long term position at the County Hospital. She didn't want to be away from Billy.
Margo brought out a tray of Brats and burgers to Gil.
"How are you doing today, Margo? You seemed a little upset last night."
"I'm okay Gil. I just came to the realization that we don't have the manpower on the Hill to fight the mess we have in Washington. Maybe a little coercive brutality is the key to make them get in line. Lord knows we've tried everything else, but if it upsets their apple carts and gets in the way of making more money they are as resistant as anyone could get. Power and money, that's all that is on their minds."
"Well, if you get too battle weary, come on down, there is always a place here for you to rest up and let your wounds heal."
"Thanks Gil, I appreciate it. Uh, when will Drake be moving up here?"
"I'm not sure. He's got to wrap things up in Knoxville. When are you headed back to Nashville?"
"I'll leave early in the morning. We're in recess right now so I'll spend a few days visiting with constitutes and feeling them out, then head back the following week."
"Did you fly or drive down?"
"I drove."
"Well, on your way back to Washington, why don't you stop by here for the weekend, Give yourself a break before continuing on."
A gleam formed in Margo's eyes. "I'll plan to do that."
Brad went down to the basement and came back with a case of cold mead and poured Gil a mug.
"What have you got going this week? Gil asked Brad.
"Whatever you need."
"I'd like to get started cutting up the logs we've got stacked along Haven Road. We need to replace the lumber we've been using."
"Colt and I can load up in the morning."
"I heard what you were saying." Glen said, walking up. "I can come over in the morning and help."
"You're not going hunting?" Gil asked.
"Not 'til Tuesday. Gives them time to settle down. Brad, I'll get the saw ready while ya'll are getting the logs."
Brad nodded. "That'll work. Speeds things up."
Gil piled the meat on a clean tray and the women brought the extras out. The crowd lined up and started building plates. The weather was perfect, probably one of the few days left in the late Indian Summer they would be able to dine outside.
Grace and Gil prepare Margo a big breakfast before she left on the four hour drive back to Nashville.
"You guys, I'm definitely going to have to diet for the next six weeks after spending the weekend here." Margo complained.
Gil grinned. "Oh, I don't know, there just might be someone around who think you were just cuddly."
Margo blushed. "Hmmmph! Don't put any ideas in my head."
"I put two bottles of water in this cooler bag." Grace said. "One is frozen to keep everything cool."
"Thank you. Well, let me go brush my teeth and load my bag."
Margo went out the door and to the guest cabin.
"Is she interested in Drake?" Grace asked.
"You didn't see them dancing around?"
"They weren't dancing!"
"You know what I mean. She asked me yesterday when Drake was moving up here. I'd say we'll be seeing more of Senator Bunson in the future after Drake moves up here."
Grace smiled, rinsing the dishes and placed them in the dishwasher.
Gil went down to the sawmill when he heard the log truck returning. Glen was there checking the saw out and as they loaded the first log on the rails, he started the engine. They slabbed it and cut the beam into one inch boards. Gil was carrying the slabs over and cutting them up into spacer sticks, charcoal blocks and firewood. They finished the load just before lunchtime and went home to get a bite to eat. Brad and Colt would get another load of logs after lunch.
In a farmhouse near the small hamlet of Nicelyville, Virginia, four men and two women went over the files of their next four targets. They were closely monitoring the actions of Congress and Senate and the financial transactions of their targets. One portentous action and their eliminations would be scheduled.
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Post by udwe on Apr 14, 2022 16:47:13 GMT -6
Wow! what a story! Thank you!
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Post by gipsy on Apr 14, 2022 17:08:24 GMT -6
Thanks for the update.
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Post by ncsfsgm on Apr 15, 2022 8:43:33 GMT -6
Chapter 99
Gil watched as the combo kitchenette modules were installed. Each had a cupboard, a two burner inductive cooktop, sink and a three and a half cubic foot refrigerator/freezer. A tea kettle was even provided with a manual single serve coffee brewer for coffee and tea because electric coffee brewers were not allowed. The residents would be encouraged to use the community dining area for enjoying their coffee breaks in the company of the other residents. It would be easier to detect any morale issues quickly.
As each kitchen unit was installed, Allie and Debbie were directing the furniture movers in putting the furniture in place. As soon as an apartment was complete, they'd move to the next one.
The elevators were installed and were just waiting for a state inspection to be able to use them. Drake had installed separate batteries for each set of elevators so there wouldn't be sudden drains on the main bank. The way it was set up was rocket science to Gil but Drake had a handle on everything. He would be up the next day in order to be there for the state inspector, and answer any questions.
Seeing everything was working, Gil went back to Bluff View and pitched in at the sawmill. He was collecting blocks and filling the charcoal kiln and stacking firewood.
The next morning Gil finished his breakfast, kissed Grace and the kids and headed for the Haven. The state elevator inspector was due at 10:00 and he wanted to check around. He was surprised to see Drake's truck sitting in the staging area when he got there. Taking a Gator up to C1, Gil found him checking readings at the battery bank.
"Gil, can you go over and go down the line and press the up buttons on all the elevators?"
"Sure." Gil did as Drake requested and went back to him.
"Everything okay?" Gil asked.
"Everything's fine, I'm just doing some last minute checks."
"I've ordered the building for your place, They'll get started by the end of the month."
"About that. Do you mind if I move some stuff in ahead of time?" Drake asked.
"No problem." Gil said, taking a couple of keys off his key ring. "Any problems with your old company?"
"Not really. Of course, they weren't happy, but they bought me out anyway. The other two owners understand the technology but weren't field people. They mostly stayed around the office and preened. That will bite them in the ass for a while, but they'll recover."
"You need any help moving your things up here?"
Drake chuckled. "Actually, everything I own is inside the camper top of my truck. I stayed so busy, I rented out a furnished apartment in Alcoa. Hardly spent any time there."
"Well, when the inspection is over, take the rest of the day to get settled. Let me warn you, when Grace finds out you are going move in today, she's going to load you up with food."
"Well, I won't complain. I like to eat." Drake grinned.
"Well, plan on coming to dinner Saturday night. It will just be Grace, Mollie and I and I think Margo is going to stop by on her way back to Washington."
"She is?"
Gil grinned. "She asked when you were relocating up here."
"She did?"
Gil threw up his hands. "Look you knothead! She's interested. See where it goes!"
Drake nodded and rubbed his chin. Where's a good place I could take her around here?"
"Check out the Amis Mill. It's on Bear Hollow Road, northeast of town. Have a glass of wine and get to know one another."
Blake nodded.
"The inspector will be here soon. You handle him, or her. I want to go check the utility channels." Gil said.
Gil got a flashlight and started at the well and traced the channel that had been cut into the floor to run power and water throughout the complex. The grates looked good and recessed to keep anyone from tripping over them. Gil really didn't need the flashlight, the florescent lighting gave off plenty of light. It was just in the habit. Gil almost felt lighter now they could see a light at the end of the tunnel on getting the complex set up. There was still a mountain of work to do, but they were getting there.
The inspector came and signed off on everything. The rest of the work continued and deliveries were starting to come in. Gil hired some of the unskilled people who Harold no longer needed for construction, to begin stocking the storage under the supervision of Joe Adams, their supply guy.
By Friday, half of the apartments were furnished and ready to be shown to the users, but Gil wanted them all complete before bringing in anyone. There was just too much going on right now. Drake was in there every day checking on one thing or another, making sure the power system was performing at its peak.
Margo arrived Friday evening, none the worse for wear after the four hour drive. She sat down with Gil and Grace and had wine and munched popcorn.
"So, how is the project going?" Margo asked.
"Fine. We're about half way done getting the apartments furnished. The storage area is complete and we're starting to stock it. Elevators are working and the power and water systems are working. Drake is on hand to make sure everything is working."
"Oh. Has he moved up here?" Margo asked, nonchalantly.
"Oh yes, he moved into the farm this week. He'll be over for dinner tomorrow night."
"Oh. Gil, why didn't you ever get into politics? You could be a star on the Hill."
"Margo, I don't have time to deal with vacuous politicians. Present company excluded. I have enough on my plate. Besides, I couldn't stand being around the frauds that permeate the Washington crowd."
"They are just making a living in their own way." Margo said.
"Margo, who actually believes that men change into women and women into men who can give birth, that it's okay to turn children into sex objects and toys for the perverts, that babies aren't human until they can name their pronouns, that woman can kill a human being because the baby is an inconvenience but the baby's father can't justifiably kill her for her murdering his child, that the Earth is burning, the seas are rising, and we're all going to die if we don't spend a couple more trillion dollars this month to throw at shams such as carbon credits?
Those currently in power claim the seas are rising and build and buy mansions on the shore. They raise hell about and preach the evils of using fossil fuels yet fly exclusively in private jets.
The cost of challenging this oppressive orthodoxy is, for them, becoming too high. Someday, and it better be soon, the people if this country are going to wake up, they--or more likely their children--will say that the country was occupied by adherents to 1984 theology. And they would be right. We are occupied with those oozing with left-wing ideology. It's almost like we're living in Nazi Germany in the 30s.
The left has occupied the high places for too long, promoting dogma even as the occasions for their complaints have decreased. Can you tell me what position is closed to people of color, or women? Inclusion in all levels of the workforce; preference in higher education, a seat in the cockpit, in the Oval Office, in a movie's cast, or admission to an elite school? Hell, they have completely twisted the race thing around to where we now have reverse racism. And yet the ferociousness of their protests has increased, progressing into blacklisting, rioting, looting and destroying public and personal property and all the while claiming to represent 'the oppressed.' Yes, it's past due for a house cleaning. I will protect this land and its People, but the rest can die at the stake for all I care."
"Well, why don't you tell us how you feel?" Grace said, grinning.
"Sorry, It just makes me boil at the hypocrisy of those 'better than I am'."
"Gil, I'm thinking of riding out this term and not running again." Margo said.
"Really?
"I think two terms are enough. I was elected as the youngest Senator in history, beating out John Eaton by two months."
"Who is John Eaton?" Grace said.
"Oh, he was a Democrat turned Republican who served back in the 1800s. Anyway, I want to serve, but not in Washington."
"Well, come back here and serve as chairwoman of the River Haven Development Corporation. You won't have much to do. The Haven won't be occupied unless there is an emergency, but it will give you time to fish and hunt or 'pursue' other interests." Gil said, wiggling his eyebrows.
Margo blushed. "Are you serious?"
"As a heart attack. Really, I could use someone there to oversee things."
"Let me give it some thought."
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Post by gipsy on Apr 15, 2022 9:11:27 GMT -6
Thanks for the update.
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Post by iamnobody on Apr 15, 2022 11:16:26 GMT -6
Preach it Gil!
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Post by ydderf2 on Apr 15, 2022 18:57:18 GMT -6
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Post by ncsfsgm on Apr 16, 2022 6:09:08 GMT -6
Chapter 100
Glen kept bringing in two deer every three days until he had the herd population down to the suggested level. Jarrod had set up another scraping log and helped Glen scrape the hair off the hides. With Jarrod's help, Glen was able to get the hides done a lot quicker. Glen brought seven hides over to let the hides dry in the greenhouse, rotating them as the tanning process required. Once he had the hides tanned, softened and dried, he rolled them up and stuck them in his attic for later use. The deer meat had been given out to needy people. Since Glen was doing the bulk of the work, Gil made sure he had plenty of backstrap and meat to turn into jerky. Glen had gone down to Bass Pro and picked Cabela's Original Smokehouse Jerky Seasonings, enough for 50 pounds of meat.
The men, in different combinations, continued to mill the logs. The had replaced the bundles of boards averaging 500 board feet each they had used and went to just making beams. They were able to mill more and were now in the process of making the posts for the fence in C3. Gil had a machine shop making the metal brackets to affix to the posts to anchor the fence sections in place. They had measured and pre-drilled holes in the floor and plugged the holes with threaded rock anchors until the holes were needed to expand the fence sections. Extra fence sections were make and set aside for future use.
They finally had all the furnishings in and Shannon and Mollie began scheduling the residents to come in and look at the apartments to see how they wanted to personalize them. More and more people had been canning their own food and requested to store some of it in their emergency residences, Gil had Joe set aside an area in the storage area for residents to store anything they couldn't in their apartments. Soon, the people set up their own rotations to keep fresh canned food there in the event they were able to move their stocks from home in an emergency. Everyone was into preparing for the future.
The man kissed the woman at the door then made his way out to the parking at the apartment complex of his campaign aid to go home to his wife and his sleeping children. The sound of the trucks on the nearby expressway was a constant noise in the background as he unlocked his car to get in. Before his left leg bent, the bullet caught him in the left temple and ended the years of his fleecing constituents and the American people. His body wasn't found until much later when late-night revelers came across the macabre scene, noticing the blood and gore spread across the top of the car they had parked next to. Another pillar of the corrupt Washington Establishment had been eliminated.
When Senator Margo Bunson had announced she would not be seeking re-election and gave her endorsement to a up and coming congresswoman from Tennessee, at first there was a shockwave throughout the conservative political community. After she was firm in her answers to their questions, they quickly moved on to shore up the party for the upcoming elections. Margo continued doing her job, as always, but the thrill was no longer there. The zest had gone after paying closer attention to what her colleagues had done and were doing now. Self-aggrandizement with little being accomplished was all she was seeing these days. Nero fiddling while Rome burned. A sense of relief was overtaking her every day. When the elections were finally over, and the results announced, she was already packed up and her apartment cleared. It was with relief and excitement she drove across the Theodore Roosevelt Bridge onto I-66 on her way to a renewed life in Tennessee, free of politics.
Gil walked through the house and liked what he saw. Harold and his crew didn't have a lot to do. The Smith Farm had been owned by an executive at TRW who had been transferred to Michigan. Gary had paid a lot less than they were asking because no one made any offers and very few could afford it anyway. The thirty acres had been used for hobby horses and the pastures would make excellent hay fields. The farm had a three bedroom house, barns and a 40'x15' in-ground pool. Another good feature was, there only was about 100' feet between Haven Road and the farm's property line.
Slowly, he was adding to the Lands.
LandGuardian Power Systems was still in its infancy but Drake and the two men he had brought with him were training the crews. They had used the Smith house as a training aid to completely convert it to an Alternative Energy project to train the crews. Margo was due in soon and he was going to turn the house over to her, although he wasn't sure how long she would be there. Gil pulled out his phone to call Don to see about extending the farm driveway on past the house and connect with Haven Road. He would need another gate installed also.
Gil went up to the LPS warehouse and walked into the office. Drake, Larry and David were in there talking.
"How's it going guys?"
"Great! We got in two dozen more batteries and fifty more PV panels today." Drake said.
"You have enough to start accepting jobs?"
"As long as it's not too big." Drake answered."
"Well, I'll have Debbie contact the advertising agency and get the ball rolling. They've already got everything laid out, all they have to do is launch."
Gil's radio beeped.
"Gil, Margo is here." Grace said.
Larry and David got up and went back into the storage area.
Gil looked at Drake, who swallowed hard.
Grace ran down the steps and hugged Margo. "Leave your bags for now. I know you are tired from that long drive."
"Thanks, I am bushed. It's a good thing I still have my Senator's plates or I might have been stopped for speeding."
"Well, come on in. There's a glass of wine with your name on it."
"Drake, you're going to mess this up if you don't get off your butt this time." Gill said
Blake sat there, eyes wide, heart beating faster, and swallowed again.
"What are you afraid of?"
"Gil, she's too good for me. She will not want anything to do with someone like me!"
"What the hell's that supposed to mean? You've barely talked her. Maybe she's the one that's not good enough for you if she has formed an opinion already without getting to know you. I tell you what, you are coming home with me and we're going to have a drink. You are going to ask her out to dinner tomorrow night and if there are no sparks, so be it. You took a chance. You won't have failed if there is nothing there, unless all you're looking for is a one night stand."
Drake's eyes got big. "NO! I respect her too much to just consider that!"
"Well, tell David and Larry to lock up. You and I are going to have a drink."
The distinguished senator from New York, Senator Ronald Harkins, stared at the screen. Quickly logging out, he then rebooted the computer, then logged back on the computer and the website. The amount was still the same….$30.00. One dollar for every year he had served in the Senate. Over $8,000,000 dollars vanished into thin air from the Swiss account! There was a knock at the door and his executive assistant stepped through.
"This just came by courier Sir." Alice said, handing him an envelope.
"Thank you Alice. That will be all."
Opening the envelope, Senator Harkin's hands started shaking.
"The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants. He who sups with the devil shall feel the shame of the multitudes before feeling the pain of our wrath. Your time has come."
Sons of Liberty
Senator Harkins slumped in his chair and sat there for few minutes. Resignedly, he opened the drawer and pulled out the little snub-nosed revolver, placed it under his chin and pulled the trigger, splattering the newly hung picture behind his desk of him standing with the President.
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Post by gipsy on Apr 16, 2022 6:20:27 GMT -6
Thanks for the update.
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