46 Rapid City, South Dakota, November 23, 2052 Hrs (November 24, 0152Z)

Rapid City, South Dakota, November 23, 2052 Hrs (November 24, 0152Z)

William Conrad listened to the wind howling outside. The National Weather Service had issued blizzard warnings for this part of the South Dakota and points east, all the way though Milwaukee, Wisconsin and as far south as Lincoln Nebraska. The storm system was huge, and he was thinking that now would be a good time to start the final plans, getting all the pieces in place and set the stage for the action. It would take a few days for the pieces to get to where they needed to be, especially with the weather. He picked up the phone on the desk and dialed a number. "It's time..." he said into the phone. "Begin moving to your assigned locations. We are at T minus forty eight hours and counting." He pushed the star button on the phone and placed it back into it's cradle. He looked around his office, noting that the only thing in here that would work after they were done would be the notebooks, pens and books that he had stockpiled. He had enough to occupy him until he could get out of the country and go somewhere that still had electricity, like Canada or Mexico. If he could, he would cross the ocean to the United Kingdom or to Japan. He wasn't sure how well the ports would be operating without power so he wasn't sure how well that plan would work. The fire in the fireplace was slowly dying, so he threw another log on the fire. His phone started beeping with his army informing him that they were responding to their posts. The Dawn Patrol was about to make their stand.