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these types of situations,
but there is one food that’s socially acceptable to eat no matter how you feel.
Come on. We need to go out for a minute,” Lee said.
    “No, I’m in my pajamas.”
    “That’s fine. I’ll go in,” Lee said.
    “Okay, but where are we going?”
    “You’ll see. Just come on.”
    She followed him, and Lee drove to an
all-night grocery store where he went inside. When he emerged and walked to the
car, he had two pint sized ice creams and some plastic spoons.
    “You know that this kind of stuff will
make you fat, right?” Trish asked.
    “Oh, I know,” Lee said while pointing
down to his belly.
    “You aren’t fat,” Trish quickly said.
    “That isn’t exactly a six pack down
there.”
    For the first time in two days, Trish
laughed.
    “Thank you, Lee,” Trish said.
    “For what? I just wanted some ice
cream,” Lee said while winking at her.

 
 
    Chapter 10

 
 
    Late that night, Nathan and Sam met
their crew just outside of Silver Springs in a rural area between there and the
adjoining town of Crawfordville. The first thing that Sam noticed about their
fellow soldiers was how few of them there were. There was only one truck full
of men and a smaller truck filled with cans of gasoline.
    “Campbell really wasn’t joking when he
said that we would lead a small crew,
was he,” Sam said quietly to Nathan.
    “I’m just glad that we came up with
something besides a brute force plan. That would have never worked with such
few people,” Nathan said.
    As the men piled out of the large truck,
Sam started to speak but then stopped herself. She could have easily explained
the plan to these men, but this had been Nathan’s idea. Maybe it’s time to let
him take a leadership role, Sam thought.
    “Nathan, do you want to fill everyone
in on what we’re going to be doing tonight?” Sam asked.
    Nathan turned to her with a surprised
look that showed a hint of fear. She gave him a reassuring nod in return.
Nathan had never been very comfortable talking in front of a lot of people, but
he gave it his best shot anyway.
    “Okay. You five are going to go to the
elevator and keep anyone from getting off of it by any means necessary. The
rest of you are going to grab a can of gasoline and pick a wall. We need to
cover all the walls and a large portion of the floor. Afterward, we’ll make a
trail of gasoline that leads outside and light the place up. This should all be
done as quickly as possible. We should aim to be in and out of the place inside
of five minutes.”
    “That all sounds great in theory, but
how are we supposed to keep them from coming up from the basement and getting
off of the elevator?” one of the five men asked.
    “That’s also simple. Just call the
elevator, and then stand in the doorway. They can’t call it if it refuses to
move.”
    Some of the men grumbled at Nathan’s
words. They didn’t know who he was, and they thought that his plan was too
simplistic. Why were they using gasoline? Wouldn’t a bomb or some type of
explosive device be much more effective? Finally, one of the men voiced their
concern.
    “No offense, but this plan is
incredibly simple. A child could have made it. Why in the world are we using
gasoline and matches? We have access to all types of explosives. It just seems
to me, and anyone here with an actual brain, that explosives would not only get
us out of there quicker, but they would also do a more effective job of
destroying the facility,” the man said.
    Nathan was a little bit stunned at
first. He hadn’t expected someone to basically tell him that his entire plan
was stupid. Sam started to speak, but Nathan interrupted her. If an explanation
of why his plan had to be this way needed to be given to the idiot in front of
him, then he was going to be the one to give it.
    “First of all, how many of you are
familiar with this area?” Nathan asked.
    No one raised their hands.
    “If you were familiar with this area, you
would know that

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