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The SOAR board movement has us both looking up. Julius waves his arm. “Whatever it takes. You tell us what you need and we’ll make it happen.” My Julius the JAG is perfect.
I nod for him and focus on Sarah.
Her smile comes without tears today. “We’ve been working on the code to get you safely to your locations. Julius has a friend close who has Army Corp of Engineers sending some parts needed for drones. The President from Flight Guard is coordinating with Asa, the Mohawk Alpha-Bit to get drones and do a supply pickup from manufacturing for all the components in case you need more. Asa will have his Brothers on the plane with the President flying your way. He said he’ll work with Mase to get every one of them back.”
Alder stands up. I never saw him come in. “Boss Copper send Marco to help build. He know missile, GPS, laser to drone. Juan, Maddox have ten drone ready ABSZ pick up two hour.”
Holy shit. They’re doing it. I look up at the boards.
Logan smiles. “We are, Pres. Dakota has drones manufactured in Tennessee fitted with your .60 cal. He likes the drones shooting. They’ll be ready when Zeke gets here at dinner time tonight. You’ll have missiles for the Blackhawk, drones and some artillery he collects. He is sending the components for the lasers on the drones you have so they can be switched out.”
I smile. “Moss?” He’s chomping at the bit to say something.
“Commander, Cloud Blackhawk is flying over with President Zeke. He’ll get the kids home but he’s bringing a Natalia Christiansen. She’s the woman…”
“That did the coding for Tito and all the other virtual lesson people.”
He laughs at me. “Yes, and she’s getting the carrier coded and hooked into the satellite so we and the BSC can connect directly to the carrier. That’s your base for all rescue jobs.”
I shake my head looking at the two Presidents that make this unbelievable happen. “Thank you. You have no idea how much you inspire and motivate us all.” I don’t wait for an answer. “Thank you SOAR, all those amazing contacts and everyone working to get the next kids home, they deserve to be brought home.”
Everyone is throwing chin.
I blow out a breath. “Okay, so we have supplies, a way home for the kids here. Moss we have 2 locations, make sure we have the artillery for both and a possible aerial fight back to the carrier. Donovan, I need fuel reserves and or a place to get more. We need this carrier moved so it’s not on anyone’s radar for long and all flights and fuel drops shielded. With us able to get into the mainframe here, Sarah, can we hit the shield on it? Get all answers to me on the book sheet. Moss, make it new sheets in the book for the different locations. Julius, can you get Aunt Becky on places for these kids to move. They need the quarantine time so everyone stays healthy but there will be more than we can handle alone. We either need more people or more places.”
I look around the table. Alder, Mase and Jones are sitting. “What am I missing?”
“Plan to Ops for two location.” Alder is right.
I nod. “We don’t need everyone for that. I’m trying to get what I need out for them to get my answers. We need a timeline and I need answers to fuel and flight times to even begin that.”
I look up at the Presidents quickly. “Do I need to plan food delivery here?”
Ben smiles. “It’s done. You plan like my dad. I’ll get Brantley to send you the carrier needs that are taken care of by Princes. We have a Brother that handles just the carrier. You’ll get that name for future reference. Right now, your fuel, water and food needs will all be met for the number of bodies on the carrier and Ops planned.”
Okay. “Thank you.”
Cort smiles. “Armor and artillery are West. Zeke and Cloud will have you covered and a good start to supplying your next Ops. Raid is setting up a schedule to get that loaded and Ben has a Club that will hold reserves in a tunnel somewhere.”
Ben nods and points to the side. I look around the boards and see the guy who turned alarmingly white, Hemy, looking better and even smiling enough that his long beard doesn’t hide it.
“Feeling better?” Cort asks him.
“Yeah, Citiali says it’s her. There are three Cherokee. I’ll take them all at this Club.”
I look at Jones. He shrugs and looks at the President’s board. “Hemy from the Bible?”
Ben laughs. “Yes. He’s Wall’s son. President of BSC South.”
I nod. “Can you take more. We can send you a book for them on a compound with elders and dogs.”
The Presidents laugh but my eyes are on Hemy. He nods. “If you send the book right away I can have their part done. Does it have the school and Little Brothers in it?”
I look up at Logan and Julius. Logan talks. “It does, Boss. There are Cherokee here that are local but have no family. I was going to ask Co or Citiali about moving them to a reservation but the Cherokee here were mixed like the Cheyenne and Navajo.”
“I’ll take them. We have a lot of Cherokee members that help in Little Brothers. We have Scout and Warrior’s from the group that we do weekend meets.”
Mase nods. “I just told Citiali I’d get virtual to them. He was going to ask Co about permanent homes with the tribe at Delta.” He looks at me. “Two from the last group?”
