The Resistance was on alert 24/7. Every unit present slept in small shifts, each having at least one man awake to sound the alarm should any Utopians be spotted.
Samuel being present helped them put together the perfect strategy. “We outnumber the Utopians 3-1 and that’s NOT including the band and the two wives that will be fighting, or the boys that are trained in firearms.”
“Our son is NOT fighting on the front line if I have anything to say about it”, David said.
Malachai overheard. “Well, I’m sorry, Dad, but you DON’T have anything to say about it. I’m under orders from Uncle Matt to be perched with the sniper teams and I’m a good soldier.”
David and Brie bother blinked at Malachai. “When were you given these orders, Malachai Aaron?” David asked.
“The day that training was over. I still have the official orders if you want to see them, Dad.”
“You had better believe I want to see these fucking orders, Malachai Aaron Draiman. Book it, boy. I don’t have all day.”
Malachai double timed it to his room where he had the orders, signed by the Director, that stated that he be perched with the sniper team the day of the final stand of the War. He double timed it right back into the Kitchen, which was being used at a conference room for the time being, and handed the papers to his father.
“Here they are, signed by Great aunt Gail.”
David looked over the paperwork with scrutinizing eyes, then cursed loudly under his breath. “FUCK!”
“What the problem, baby?” Brie asked.
“He’s not lying, that’s the problem.” David held to orders out to his wife.
She looked over them and took a deep breath. “Well, then we have no say in the matter, though I’d prefer that you were down in the panic room with your brothers and sisters protecting them.”
“Mom, I was the best shot in the class. Believe me, I’m better suited out there than I would be in the panic room. Anyway, that’s actually Justin’s job. Simon was going to do it until we got the orders. We discussed them on the transport home that night.”
Brie was rendered speechless, and for once, she didn’t have any problem with that.
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The plan was in place. They would surround the enemy , encasing them with their sheer numbers, and demanding that Draiman turn himself over to their custody. Most of the men hoped it would work. The leaders, however, knew better. “Draiman’s NOT going to turn himself over to us”, said one commander.
“I know. His monologue said that plainly. He’s not going to just roll over for us. Hell, he’s evaded us for eight years now. There’s no way on Earth he’s going to hand himself to us without a fight.”
“He’s going to give us hell and we all know it.”
Several of the commanders spoke their concerns about David Draiman’s statements in the final monologue. They were all starting to understand why he was such a dangerous man. He had no problem speaking his mind and wouldn’t hesitate to take any of their heads off. Many of them had one question on the backs of their minds: what were they doing serving such a corrupt institution?
Nonetheless, they would still march in the morning and end this war. Eight years was too long. If Draiman could have kept his mouth shut, this shit would already be over.
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