Grady is so small that, if Captain Franks didn't stop to chat with some of the out-and-about locals, the cardinal-points-circuit of the town wouldn't have taken more than 15 minutes to complete. As it is, Frank's rounds last just over a half-an-hour. The small town grapevine kicks into motion. Word spreads quickly of STAR Sierra's arrival. Between the tour and the townsfolk who arrive at the station upon Frank's return, Sierra learns of the following needs:
- Mr. Prior has a bad tooth. It needs to be extracted.
- Lesley Markum cut her hand on some broken glass. She needs 5-10 stiches to close the otherwise clean wound.
- Little Devin Taylor has a pretty soupy cough. It sounds, to the untrained ear, like a pretty bad case of bronchitis.
- Two of the Davidson's horses have gone missing- both bolted from the barn during the storm. One- Lemondrop- has been recovered. The other, Junebug, is still missing.
- The storm knocked a mature oak down and into the Roarke's house, coming to rest in their front room. The hole in the roof caused by the collision resulted in some water damage as well. With a working chainsaw, removing the tree shouldn't take more than an hour. With proper tools and some lumber, repairs to the roof will probably take several more.
Individually, none of these project benefits a significant number of Grady citizens. Only those with health concerns have directly asked the STAR team for assistance.
During his rounds, Franks makes contact with the silo-top lookout, a citizen answering to the callsign
Hawkeye, over the radio. Today,
Hawkeye is a 50-something civilian named Leon, who's sitting in a lawn chair, under a porch umbrella, .30-06 hunting rifle across his lap, behind a simple sandbagged revetment atop one of the grain silos on the east edge of town.
Hawkeye reports seeing nothing out of the ordinary since he climbed the silo at about 7am this morning.
When he's not conversing with Grady citizens, Franks describes the town's security situation. Franks is the only pre-war police officer remaining in the town. Offut is, technically speaking, mildly retarded. Franks explains that the young man works at the station only. His one job is to radio Franks if someone comes looking for him when he's out on his rounds. Offut's gun isn't loaded.
Franks counts on 10 trusty citizens to act as his deputies, in case of emergency. The only criteria to become a part-time deputy is to be sound of mind and body, own your own longarm, and agree to follow Franks' orders without question. If the Hawkeye lookout atop the grain silo notices strangers approaching the town from the SE, he radios it in over the police band, then fires two warning shots, one in the air, the other in the vicinity of the interlopers. A volunteer stationed at all times at the nearby Church of God then rings a bell until Franks and his ten "deputies" come a-runnin', Minuteman style. The town's other armed citizens bunker down in their homes. If it's a job that 11 well-armed men can't handle, Franks will attempt to muster more of the townsfolk. So far, the plan has worked flawlessly. The closest call the Grady militia has had was with a persistent band of bikers, but Gradyites prevailed without sustaining (or likely causing) any casualties.
As soon as Guillory and Noble Senior return from the tour, a two-vehicle recon team, led by Captain Cao, departs to scout the prison complex southeast of town. Not quite 2 miles outside of Grady, the convoy is approaching the Choctaw Farms administrative complex, the operational headquarters of what, before the war, was a fairly sizeable livestock operation. Rows of long animal pens can be seen a bit further on, on the opposite (south) side of the 65, nestled among groves of nut or fruit-bearing trees.
A man steps out of the dense vegetation that shadows the railroad tracks running parallel to the 65's eastbound lanes. He's clad in what, from a distance, appear to be civilian clothes, the kind not uncommonly seen in this part of the country. He walks towards the pavement, waving his hands above his head in an obvious attempt to signal the approaching vehicles. Rios, behind the wheel of the team's armored suburban, notices another man crouching in the bushes near the other. If the second man is hiding, he's not very good at it. More likely, he's reluctant to reveal himself.
Your Turn.
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