Family Matters
"Ah, glad to meetcha," the deputy said. He peered at Jacob in the passenger seat. "I just gotta ask you if you have any ghouls traveling with ya. Control measures, and all that."
"Nobody here but the dead," Jacob chimed in.
"Right, then," said the deputy. "If you'll follow me, I'll take ya to the compound."
With that, the deputy was off to his cruiser. With him at the lead, there were no issues going through the roadblock.
"Compound," Jacob mused. "I wonder what we're heading into."
The drive was a short one - at least compared to the distance they'd already traveled. It quickly became apparent that they weren't headed towards the town proper. As soon as they were able, the deputy took them off the main highway and into the back roads. It was a dark and lonely drive through wooded areas with only occasional signs of habitation. Finally, the deputy left them at a right turn down a gravel driveway wide enough to fit a truck through.
A sign at the mouth of the driveway read:
PRIVATE ROAD - NO ADMITTANCE
PROPERTY OF THE BAR HARBOR MINUTEMEN MILITIA
TRESPASSERS WILL BE SHOT
The treeline broke quickly, revealing a large clearing with a sprawling compound hunkered on the hilltop ahead, complete with guard towers. They were expected, and so the gate ahead lay open. Liam could sense many eyes on him, and not just from the watchtowers.
"You know, in a lot of ways this is a very different country to our own," said Jacob.
Cortez himself was there at the gate to direct them into a parking spot. When the vehicle was stopped and its passengers disembarked, he approached and held out a hand in greeting.
"Good to see you again, Mr. O'Farrell," he said. He glanced at Jacob, but said nothing.
Men and women hung out of every door, and leaned over the parapet guard rails. They gawked at Liam and whispered among themselves.