“Yep, foiled again! These guys may not be FBI agents, but they are no fools! And Karen too. She must have alerted them, having suspicions, and that’s why she took so long coming downstairs. She was getting these guys up!” Max reacted quickly and acted all innocent, like ‘why are you drawing guns on me; I wasn’t going to do anything!’
After getting Max tied up again, it was time to get everyone going for the day. While eating breakfast, Donald asked Jim and Bruce what they were going to do with Max. “I feel like it is cruel to keep him tied up all of the time. I wouldn’t treat my dog like that.”
Bruce said, “If we untie him he will just either get away and go buy some more guns and come back after us or go get someone to help take us all back to Portland where we will be eliminated. I don’t see any good alternative.”
Jim said, “We could give him what he was going to give us and execute him. As far as I know, nobody knows where he is. Then we could be done with him.”
Donald said, “I just wish I had talked with the boat storage man and warned him to keep his mouth shut. That would have prevented all of this. I can’t see us executing Max because then we are no better than he is. Something will come to us. Let’s get a move on. Today the pantry gets framed and the roof gets made and put in place. It is not a moment too soon. You can smell the snow in the air. I reconsidered the igloo over the top of the pantry. I think, after talking with Randy, our main builder, that a very steep A-frame roof will be best and making it about three feet in front of the entrance will prevent most of the snow from building up so we are able to access it all through the winter.”
Bruce said, “I would like to hunt today, if you can spare me. A bull moose has been hanging around and who knows how much longer we will have a chance at him.
The new doctor at the Portland clinic had finished with the elderly from the cruise ships and was headed to his new job at the resort in LA. The clean up of the clinic was being handled by Edgar Hamilton. He had been there for the clean up after the elimination of the addicts so he knew what to do. He would have to hire a new cement company though because the first one had started asking questions and he didn’t know if he could satisfy their curiosity if they returned to the job.
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Sarah was swamped with people coming to her to prepare for moving out to the cruise ships and now she had a place to send the elderly, as well. She was so glad that they would go to a resort this time, unlike the way the elderly had been handled in Portland. She did have to wonder at the change of heart of the organizers. She thought about that for a while longer and realized they had to make changes after the negative publicity about the addicts. The food tents on Venice Beach were busy day and night and Sarah had had to hire people for a second and third shift. She was eagerly looking forward to a day off since she had not had one since moving here to LA.
Today the news reporters were all over the beach, talking to the homeless, the ones who cooked and served food, neighbors to this monumental undertaking, etc. Sarah didn’t know they hadn’t been briefed on the resort so when they came to interview her, she spilled the beans, unintentionally. The reporters were all over that news like flies on poop. Reporters have a sixth sense; they have to in order to get the scoops they need for their job. After learning about the resort and the elderly being moved up there, they only had to observe the vans loading up the elderly homeless and follow them to get the big scoop!
Ray Moss showed up after the reporters had left and asked to speak with Sarah. He said, “We have not told the reporters about the elderly moving to the resort. They will eventually find out, but we have a big job to attend to up there so I would rather they not know as long as possible.”
Sarah said, “Well, too late. The news is out and they left, following the vans this afternoon!”
Ray Moss excused himself and took off for the mountains to make sure things went the way he meant them to. Driving up there, he said to himself, “We need to make sure the long term elderly are the ones the reporters are talking to and that the short term elderly are kept busy in their rooms and not turned loose with the reporters. Although, since they have just arrived, they will not have anything to spill to the reporters. Oh, this is a mess! I’ll just have to cross my fingers that this goes as planned. I just didn’t think they would find out so soon!”