We can hope for peace. We must, however, prepare for war. We face an enemy that is not only well funded, but who believe they fight for freedom and justice. Those of us who know the truth and dare speak it, know that the enemy we face are indeed our brothers. Even though they share the same masters as we all do. They fail to recognize the chains that bind them. To stop this oppression, I fear, can only be accomplished with bloodshed. May the best men of our beloved nation stand and fight tyranny, without fear and without regret. May we stand proud as free men instead of kneeling as slaves. May we offer our children a free and just world with our blood, sweat and tears as payment. Let our wives and lovers take vengeance upon our enemies in our absence. We cannot fail in this endeavor of Liberty, if we do we risk leaving our orphaned children to the will of tyrants. We, cannot with good conscience leave this fight to our children, because the longer we wait, our enemies become better equipped and recruit more mercenaries of death, willing to do a tyrants bidding without question. I know you are fearful, as am I. We certainly stand before a great and powerful enemy. I, however would rather die fighting for freedom, than live on my knees as a slave. Let it be known to our children's children that free men stood fast before a tyrants wrath and were found victorious because we stood together. That we all cast aside our petty differences and united under the banner of Liberty and Truth. May future generations look back upon this time in history with awe and gratitude, for our courage to face tyranny, so that they could live happy and free.

CALLING AN AUDIBLE

Clarice and company had no idea how quickly Lloyd Bowman would move. He was on the road heading northeast even as they began their return. Of course there was no worry their paths would cross. Logan was maintaining the speed limit, but Lloyd always traveled five miles under, just to be safe.

At each stoplight or traffic delay, Lloyd tugged papers from his file. Staring at the photographs pulled from the cameras at the NYC tow pound didn't help. No matter the angle, any identification was inconclusive. As if the man understood the geometry of each camera lens, not one angle showed a good clean shot of the face. Still, identification or not, it felt like Hannibal.

They're my friends…please don't let it be Hannibal.

After parking in a designated area, wary, Lloyd approached the worn page-link gate. Trying not to make eye contact didn't help. One of the desperate looking individuals leaning on the fence approached.

"You got any money, mister?" a college-aged man begged. "I swear on my mother I never even saw a no parking sign! Christ, I wasn't there ten minutes before they pounced. Fucking tow truck driver hadn't even lifted the car from the ground, but he wouldn't listen. Said once it was on the hook there was nothing he could do…liar."