“Just for now. I promise, it won’t be forever. We’ll see each other again. I don’t have a ham radio, but Stanley Barnes does. Remember him?”
“Of course. Cranky old guy who lived at the end of the road since forever, always yelling at us to stay out of his woods or he’d tell Dad to give us a good whipping.”
Oliver laughed. “Yeah, that guy. He’s too old to yell anymore. I’ve been checking in on him. Stay in contact, little sister. I don’t want to lose you again.”
“Me either,” she said. “Me either.”
After she’d signed off, Dave handed her a clean handkerchief. She sniffed and wiped at her eyes as Charlotte batted at the white fabric.
“Sorry,” she said.
“Nothing to apologize for. Family means more than it ever has. And it always meant everything. We were just so busy and distracted, some of us forgot.”
She let Charlotte have the handkerchief and rested her hand on Dave’s arm. “And friendship. Yours is priceless. Thank you.”
“It was my pleasure.” Dave shrugged, his weathered cheeks reddening. “Anyway, I’ve got a scheduled radio call with Captain Hamilton. You got time to join in?”
Hannah glanced at her watch. “I promised Molly I’d help transfer some seedlings in her winter garden to the greenhouses, but I have a few minutes before I’ll need to feed and change Charlotte. Travis agreed to watch her. She and L.J. are hitting it off.”
Charlotte often shared a crib with L.J. They were becoming so attached to each other that they slept holding hands or curled into each other like kittens.
Dave tugged at Charlotte’s socks, and she let out a peal of laughter. “As only babies can.”
A few minutes later, Dave had contacted Charlie Hamilton, the captain in charge of the National Guard unit stationed at the Cook Nuclear Power Plant in Stevensville, about fourteen miles west of Fall Creek on Lake Michigan.
Hannah and Dave had organized a couple of food drops to keep the soldiers, the engineers, and their families fed after FEMA discontinued supply deliveries. The engineers kept the plant maintained, so once things got back online, they’d be ready.
Hamilton’s brisk, cheerful voice filled the room. “How’s Fall Creek this morning? By the way, you’re speaking to a newly promoted major.”
“Congratulations, Major Hamilton,” Dave said.
“It has a nice ring to it, don’t you think? It’s been a long time coming.” They could hear the grin in his voice. No matter the difficulties arrayed against him, he always maintained a positive, jovial attitude. Hannah liked him. “Now, how’s my favorite Delta?”
“Recovering.” Hannah filled Hamilton in on the craziness of the last few days—including the threat from the General.
“I’ve received standby orders,” Hamilton said. “From the Governor himself. No details. Brass is tight-lipped about everything. Communication is crap.”
“For now, we’re keeping our people within the town’s borders,” Dave said. “If someone can pick up supplies, we can offer some fresh vegetables for the kids, at least.”
“As always, we appreciate your generosity,” Hamilton said. “I’ll send one of my men tomorrow morning. And stay alert. We’ve had reports of large movements south of the Michigan state line. A large group of organized criminals calling themselves the Syndicate, led by a man named Alexander Poe. They’ve amassed a civilian army with military-grade weapons. They’re taking over towns and FEMA shelters, using forced labor, and selling supplies, drugs, and weapons. Rumor has it they’re selling people, too. Women and children.”
Hannah stiffened. “Liam ran into them outside of Champaign.”
“Then you know. They’ve taken over Chicago and most of Illinois. Last night, they breached the Indiana border. A fighting force of over two thousand men poured into Gary. We have reports of dozens of civilian deaths and other atrocities.”
“I caught similar chatter from my contacts this morning,” Dave said. “It’s like a war zone.”
“It’s not like a war zone. It is one.”
Dread scrabbled up the notches of her spine. Via I-94, the city of Gary, Indiana, was less than sixty-five miles from Fall Creek. “You think Poe might invade Michigan?”
“It’s a distinct possibility that we can’t afford to rule out. They may push into Michigan City or head toward Mishawaka.”
“Either city is too close for comfort,” Dave said.