299 Days: The 17th Irregulars

Chapter 189 Snitch

Rich pulled Dan off to the side so others couldn’t hear. “You and I need to go talk to Grant,” Rich said. “Don’t radio for him to come down here. We need to keep it cool.”

Dan looked concerned.

“Nothing urgent now, just a development we need to manage. Grant’s probably up at the Grange. Hop in my rig and we’ll go up there.”

“Roger that,” Dan said. He told Heidi, the comms chick, that he was going up to the Grange. He found Terry Maler, the second in command of the day shift of guards, and said, “Goin’ to the Grange. You’re in command for a while.” Terry nodded.

Dan got in Rich’s truck. In the meantime, Rich had checked the place in the volunteer fire station where the “Return to Grange” pile was. This was where people put things that needed to go back to the Grange. No one drove anywhere without seeing if something needed to be hauled somewhere. Everyone with gas and a vehicle was part of the informal parcel delivery service. Rich put the “Return to Grange” things in his truck and got in the cab.

As they drove by all the guards at Pierce Point, Rich marveled at how much better their guards were than the Blue Ribbon Boys he’d just seen in Frederickson. The Pierce Point guards seemed alert and somewhat glad to be there. They were taking the job seriously. They were organized. None of them were passing a bottle around, of course. There were about three times as many Pierce Point guards as the Blue Ribbon Boys, and that didn’t count the sharpshooters in the woods on the hill, or Sniper Mike across the road. Rich had started the day thinking Pierce Point was vulnerable to the much bigger Frederickson. Now he thought the opposite.

“Well, some interesting stuff in town,” Rich said as he began to give Dan the short version of what he saw. Dan was stunned at how weak the “legitimate authorities” were.

Rich and Dan pulled into the Grange and found Grant. “Need you down at the gate,” Dan said to him. They didn’t want anyone to overhear them, and they didn’t want to waste gas driving back down to the gate, so they would just park the truck out of eyesight of the Grange and talk in the truck.

Grant grabbed his AR and kit thinking that he was going to the gate. They got in the truck and went a little ways to a little road where no one could see them.

Rich stopped the truck. Grant was wondering what was going on.

“Got some things to talk about,” Rich said. He proceeded to tell Grant everything. Grant was worried about the POI thing. He had been assuming that the government was too overwhelmed to even keep track of him being out there. But they knew the WAB connection, too. That scared him.

“My name is on that damned list,” Grant said. “Anyone here could get that list and find out my name. I use my real name out here. It’s only a matter of time before Snelling tries to turn me in.”

Rich explained how it seemed that the authorities didn’t have the resources to track down all the leads they had and, besides, Pierce Point’s guards could repel an assault by any force other than a professional military unit.

“Hey,” Dan said, trying to be positive, “no one out here knows how you spell your last name. How about going with the Norwegian spelling of ‘Matsen’? Maybe we say that your first name is something like Herman and you go by your middle name of Grant.” These weren’t bad ideas, but they also weren’t enough to make Grant feel totally safe.

“Snelling,” Rich said. “That’s your problem.”

All three men nodded. They were thinking the same thing, but they didn’t want to say it.

Finally, Grant spoke up. “Is it treason to do what he’s doing, if he’s the one snitching on me?” Just saying that out loud answered the question.

Of course it wasn’t “treason.” Grant could not figure out a way to put Snelling in their makeshift jail. Besides, doing so would violate every constitutional principle Grant was supposedly all in favor of.

“Wait, guys,” Rich said. “We don’t know if Snelling is the one. Let’s find that out first.” They all nodded.

“I have an idea,” Rich said.