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about us ?" she whispered. "Think they need our help?" |
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Jake was still talking. "Now, it'll work out just about right if every man in this room joins in the sweep." |
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"That lets me off the hook," Brenda said, grinning. |
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"I need two or three of the women to organize places for the families to sleep tonight, and I need two other women to handle our communications network," Jake continued. |
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"Communications is my thing," she whispered again. "I dusted a radio once." |
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"Each group will have a forty channel unit. Your squad leader will appoint someone to operate it at your sweep site. Those of you that got 'em should bring whatever kind of firearm you can rustle up. We don't know what we'll run into out there in those damn woods, so we better be prepared for the worst. One last thingwe start at four o'clock sharp. Be there!" |
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The cavernous room was filled with the sounds of scraping chairs and partially muted mutters of discontent. I stood up and began searching through the crowd for the Austin widow, anxious to see how she reacted to the news of the search. I grabbed B.C. by the arm. "Tell Madden I'll be with his group and that I'll catch up with him as soon as I check something out." |
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