January 3rd, 2034
The round-up is underway. The first group of convoys rolled out of the air base late this morning and headed north under a blanket of air cover. I sat and watched for hours on end as three hundred and thirty troop transports exited the gates and rolled north up the Interstate. I followed the progress of the caravan through the flight patterns of the warbirds and I wasn’t at all surprised to find them heading northeast.
The rumors were right. They’re heading for the Sierras.
After the last of the transports had left the compound I retraced my steps back and jumped on the radio. Alpha Omega One informed me the Threak had been buzzing around all morning, and was much appreciative of the hard data on the numbers of troopers and transports headed his way. He let us all know this would be his last transmission for the time being, at least until after the Threak had swept through the area.
I wished him luck and signed off.
I hope to hear from him again.