January 1st, 2034
It’s the first day of the New Year and another day above ground. The warbirds have been lighting up the skies all day, and even if I didn’t know something was brewing, – I’d have known something was brewing. It’s that obvious. They’re buzzing around, flexing their muscles and gearing up for something big.
It looks as if the Sierra round-up is under way.
After sunset I’m heading down to the air base to take a look for myself. I’ll be able to tell straight off if something’s shaking by the traffic on the Interstate, – if the troop transports are rolling north with a heavy air escort, then it’s game on. Its that simple. The Threak only have two speeds, on and off.
I’ll be taking the 2-way radio with me, – at least part of the way. I’ll stash it in a safe place somewhere between the Interstate and the cabin. It’s the best I can come up with, I certainly can’t lug the radio and the car battery with me everywhere I go, nor can I run back to the cabin every time I have some information to pass along. I’ll have to find a safe place along the way to hide it and that will be that.
I’ll keep a little food stashed there as well.
I’ve done a quick inventory of what firepower I have left and I’m down to a few pounds of C-4, a couple of Molotov cocktails and a few dozen rounds for my .357. Not much to speak of. There’s a crossbow at the cabin, but I would need a lot more practice before I’d ever place my life in the hands of my archery skills.