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  • The quiet whispers in the corner caught Tom's attention. Huddled around a table sat two women and a man. Non descript in a two day beard and dirty brown beret, the man almost disappeared in the company he kept. The blonde on his left had long straggely hair, hiding all but the tip of her crooked nose. Her jacket was a rival to the multi-colored one Jacob wore in biblical times. The other women had her snow white hair swept up in a babushka above her long neck and her lips were painted blood red to contrast her alabaster skin. A white shirt, blue jeans and working boots completed her attire.

    He kept his eyes moving to other groups in the darkened room. It reminded him of black and white movies from the Forty's.

    Resistance groups meeting in secret to plot against the Nazi occupation of France; meetings in Little Havana to plan the overthrow of Castro.

    But this was now. This was here. This was happening all over the country in towns and villages as dissodents gathered to speak about their derainged leader.

    Tom spotted his contact as the man got up from one group and moved to the bar. Tom sat two stools down and ordered a Guinness and the special. He excused himself and leaving his cap on his stool went to Men's room. When he came back he notice that his cap was sitting in a different direction than when he had left. He put it on his head and finished his meal.

    He drove a mile outside of town to a small overlook and pulled over. He listened to the quiet around him. All he could hear was the ticking of the engine as it cooled in the silence. He pulled the lining of his cap open and retrieved the message.

    Tom burned the note as soon as he read it. He was having a hard time accepting that things had deteriorated so quickly. He had never really given much thought to being a patriot. Sure he had served his country in time of war, but that was different. Now he was being called to remember the oath he took: ...all enemies, foriegn and domestic... That oath didn't end with his enlistment. He had been contacted by the Sarge...
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