299 Days: The Preparation Part 18

Bill continued, "But, looking on the bright side, the state of Texas is standing up to the Feds. The Governor has issued an executive order prohibiting all Texas state employees from a.s.sisting the federal government, even with the refugee crisis. That would include me, since I'm Texas Guard and under his command. Since he only has executive order authority over state employees, his order encouraged, but did not order, local government employees to do the same. State and local employees are to concentrate on state efforts to help the Mexicans. He also activated the Texas Guard, and reminded us and the public that he is their commander in chief, not the President."

Oh c.r.a.p. Governors were in command of their state's National Guard, but they always formally or informally consulted with the federal government before they activated the Guard. Activating the National Guard over the protests of the federal government hadn't happened since... the Civil War.

Bill didn't tell Grant that he was active in the Oath Keepers. He didn't like talking about the possibility of refusing to obey unlawful orders. He hoped that wasn't coming. Bill knew what he would do if he were given an unlawful order, like one to seize Americans' guns. It would cost him his career, maybe his freedom, and possibly his life.

Oh well. He had taken an oath to defend the Const.i.tution against all enemies "foreign and domestic." He had not taken an oath to follow the orders of the President or even the Governor of Texas if they were acting unconst.i.tutionally. Everyone had to choose which side they were on, and Bill Owens had made his choice.

Bill continued, "A guy on the cul-de-sac over from me is a cop.

He said FEMA was a bunch of idiots. Their inept bureaucracy is getting tons of people killed. The Feds were in a complete panic and started seizing state and local vehicles and even some private ones. There are rumors the Feds are trying to take guns, but I can't believe they would be that stupid."

Oh G.o.d, Grant thought. It's happening.

"The San Antonio cops had enough," Bill said. "They are actually going out and repo'ing back vehicles the Feds took. Our sheriff was on TV reminding people that the Texas Const.i.tution guaranteed their right to keep and bear arms and that his deputies would not be taking guns from law-abiding citizens."

Thank G.o.d. Grant's theory that plenty of cops would resist unconst.i.tutional orders was panning out so far; at least in Texas.

"On top of running interference with the Feds," Bill said, "the cops are trying to keep up with all the crime. They're dealing with refugees stealing, and then homeowners shooting refugees, on accident or sometimes on purpose. Our home-grown criminals of all races are going on rampages. My neighbor said the Mexican gangs were attacking people in revenge for the treatment of the refugees. He thinks the gangs here are coordinating with their mother s.h.i.+p drug gangs in Mexico. It's a royal mess down here."

This was exactly what Grant had thought would happen, although the strong response from the Governor of Texas surprised him a little. This was getting creepy. He was scared that he could predict what would happen. It might sound cool to know what's going to happen, but it isn't. It's terrifying, especially when what this is what is predicted.

"Have you seen or heard any actual shooting?" Grant asked. "Nope," Bill said. "Not yet. But there's plenty of shooting on TV, though. Everyone is on edge."

"Now doesn't sound like a great time for us to come down," Grant said.

"Nope," Bill said.

"You can come up here anytime you want," Grant said. "I've got the cabin for you. I might need to use it myself but we would make room for you. Any chance you could get out and get up here?"

"Nope," Bill said. "Travel is impossible now. The roads are choked with people trying to go north. Gasoline is running out. I'm surprised it lasted this long. People are buying up all the food and other supplies. I haven't even tried to go to the gun store, but I imagine those shelves are empty. I've got plenty, though, so I don't need any of that. I think we'll just wait it out in our neighborhood. We have some good old boys here who know how to take care of business."

It was silent for a while. Both men were trying to take it all in. They couldn't believe they were having this conversation.

Finally Bill said, "We'll help anyone we can as long as it's safe. But hungry and scared people, even women and children, will do crazy things to get food. We have to take care of ourselves first and others second. We can't help people if we're dead. And I don't plan on being dead."

There was a noise on Bill's end. "Hey, I gotta go. Roberto says I need to come over to his place." Grant vaguely remembered Bill referring to a neighbor of his named Roberto. "See ya, man. Be safe up there."

"You too," Grant said.

Click.

Chapter 35.

Reality Check Grant felt so alive; more alive than ever. It was a combination of excitement, thrill, fear, restlessness, and a need to do a thousand things at once. He knew this was the beginning of the most important time in his life. The decisions he made now would keep him and his family alive or get them killed. The stakes could not be any higher. He was ready for what he thought was coming, but he knew that things never turned out exactly like it is predicted they will. He knew there would be awful things ahead. He knew.

He needed to get Manda up to speed. She would be invaluable in convincing her mom to do things she didn't want to do.

Grant pulled into the Cedars. What a contrast from his cabin. His neighborhood was a pathetic collection of gra.s.shoppers. Pathetic. After talking to Bill, Grant was envious of Bill's Texas neighborhood. Down there, they were pulling together, prepping openly, and having a neighborhood defense plan. He couldn't see that happening here. One of the reasons he was so thankful to have the cabin was that he knew how vulnerable they were in Cedars. His neighbors were oblivious.

Grant clicked the garage door opener and saw that Lisa was not home. Good. He could talk to Manda without having to whisper.

Cole saw him come in the house and said, "Hi, Dad. How was your day?" Cole was working hard on being conversational with people. He would ask the same handful of questions like that, along with "What does the weather look like outside?" He was doing well. He was working so hard. For Cole, talking and listening to people was the hardest thing in the world, so he had to force himself to be conversational because he wanted to be connected to people. G.o.d, Grant loved that little guy, though he was thirteen now and not so little. But he talked like a three year-old so it was still easy to think of him as a little kid.

"I had a bad day, little buddy," Grant said. "But I'm home with you so I'm having a good day now. Thanks for asking. How was your day?"

Cole thought a while. "It was fine, Dad." He was grinning from ear to ear. His dad was home. It was impossible not to love this kid. "Awesome, little buddy," Grant said as he hugged Cole. "Is your sister home?"

"Why, yes, Dad," Cole said. "She's upstairs."

Grant went up to Manda's room. She was listening to her iPod.

"Hey, Dad, what's up?" Manda asked. She had no idea what had been happening. Grant envied the innocence of being a kid.

"Manda, our little plan might need to be activated," Grant said with as little concern as possible. "Not immediately, but long term." Grant was trying not to scare her.

She slowly pulled the iPod headphones off, looking very serious. She wasn't scared. She looked calm and confident. Like a grown up.

"OK, Dad, what's the situation?" she asked. That was a pretty mature thing for a sixteen year old to say.

Grant described the stock market and, more importantly, the bond rating. She had seen the news about the California and Mexico situations, but thought that was far away. She instantly understood why the bond rating and other crises were a problem. Grant told her about his phone call with Bill Owens.

"I don't expect the refugee problem to be affecting us all the way up here," Grant said. That was downplaying his concerns, but he didn't want to scare her unnecessarily. "The Federal Government is freaking out right now. They are losing control of Texas and probably California, Arizona, and New Mexico. This is a dangerous time because the feds might try to overreact."

Manda was taking it all in. He had never seen her so focused on what he was saying.

"I don't think we need to bug out right now," Grant continued. He didn't really believe that, but he was trying hard not to overreact so he told himself things like that. "Maybe we never need to. But we need to do as much now as possible, in advance, so we can leave on a moment's notice."

"I understand," Manda said. "What can I do to help?" Whoa. Did she just say that? The girl who never picked up her room was asking how she could help the family evacuate? Awesome. Evacuating was way more important than picking up her room.

"Start by getting all the stuff you need - I mean need, not just want - and making a list so you could throw it together quickly,"

Grant said. "Think about what you use every day."

"OK, Dad. I understand," Manda said. She was serious but also seemed relieved that her dad was taking care of her. She knew how hard this was on him, but he was doing whatever it took to protect her and Mom and her little brother.

"If I need to, I'll ask you to come and talk to Mom with me," Grant said. "Can you do that?" Grant knew what the answer would be.

"Of course," Manda said with a big smile. She realized that talking Mom into leaving was what she could do. Manda was proud to have an important role in all of this. "Mom needs to understand how much better off we'll be at the cabin than here."

Wow. Grant couldn't believe how Manda got this but her mom didn't.

She's on board. You did a good job, said the outside thought. He hadn't heard it in quite some time.

Keep doing what you're doing. That was rea.s.suring.

Grant realized he was anxious to get this going. To get the Collapse going. How odd: hurry up and collapse. He was like the eccentric meteorologist who predicts snow in June, gets laughed at, and then sees the snowflakes and gets excited. Grant wanted the snow to come down. Hard.

Then he realized that he really didn't want the Collapse to come soon. He had plenty of things to get done before then. He was very well prepared, but even he could use more time to get everything together and do more. There was always more to do. No, Grant didn't really want the Collapse to come. He just knew it would.

The garage door went up signifying that Lisa was home. Great. Reality check. Time to quit thinking about the end of the world and return to being a supportive suburban husband. This double life thing was getting harder and harder as the Collapse approached.

Chapter 36.

The Waitin' is the Hardest Part Grant thought back to Civil Air Patrol right before they would go on a search for a downed plane. It was a combination of excitement and boredom. They were excited because they were about to do something big and possibly even dangerous. Something thrilling. But it was boring because they had so many tasks before they could go.

Checking gear. Making sure their radios had batteries and they had the right frequencies. Having current maps. Making sure they had supplies, like food. Rounding up the search team and coordinating their transportation to the base. Then waiting. Just sitting there. Ready to go, but not going. "Hurry up and wait" they called it. The waiting was difficult because they were delayed from doing what they had been preparing so hard for.

Grant was feeling that same way now. He knew he would be doing many thrilling and dangerous things in the near future. He would be living his life fully in the next few weeks, months, maybe years.

This was what he had been preparing for. Since... well, childhood. Of course, he didn't know when he was a kid that a collapse was coming. But he could see the path of his life and how it led from Forks to Olympia. He grew up hard and had to toughen up. He knew how to live in a rural area; chopping wood, hunting, fis.h.i.+ng, canning. Then he forgot all that and became a suburban guy, which was necessary for him to learn how to be a lawyer who could help people fight corruption. Then he married a doctor who would be able to save lots of people. He inherited a cabin in an area where his family could live when the city got too dangerous. He got on a pick-up team of civilian gunfighters. He met a Special Forces Oath Keeper. He got hooked up with a survival podcast and learned how to store food and a million other things. Then he had a front seat to the corruption and collapse of the state. He had inside knowledge on how bad things were. Yes, he had been preparing, knowingly or unknowingly, for this for his whole life. But now he had to wait.

Grant made great use of the time. He knew that the delay, as maddening as it was, actually helped him and his family. He knew that after the Collapse he would look back to before things fell apart and say, "I wish I would have had time to...." The delay was a blessing. It was just so hard to wait.

He focused on the uninteresting parts of prepping, like getting his doc.u.ments in order. He rounded up the wills, birth certificates, pa.s.sports, banking and credit records. He scanned them and put them on a thumb drive. He made sure the originals were in a safe deposit box at the bank. He had scanned the doc.u.ments in case banks closed down for an extended period of time. It seemed reckless to keep the originals of those doc.u.ments at his house; for all he knew, they would be bugging out of their house with no time to pack the doc.u.ments. Besides, when everyone was cut off from the originals of their doc.u.ments, banks and other inst.i.tutions would just have to get used to copies instead of originals. There would be no other way to do business, if there would be any business to do.

Grant made sure he had at least one key for each lock he would need. He had about five keys to the cabin. He spread them out so that he could always have one. This included hiding one out at the cabin. It was like the can openers in the tubs of food; some critical things are useless without something to open them. He got a few new padlocks and set all their combinations to his family's house number so they could all easily remember it. He had to make duplicates of some keys and he did so. He tested the keys. Surprisingly some of the cabin keys didn't work. He was glad he found that out now instead of later.

He made some extremely accurate directions to the cabin in case Lisa had to come out on her own. Grant always drove when they went out there so maybe Lisa wouldn't know how to get there if she had to on her own. He planned alternate routes to the cabin. This was hard because, given the fact that Pierce Point was on an inlet, there was only one way in and out. But there were a few ways to the nearest town before the one-route-only road to Pierce Point started.

Grant wanted to make sure he had access to as much gasoline as possible. He knew that regular gas stations would run out. He had always noticed those gas-card stations that truckers used. They didn't have any attendants. Truckers needed a special card to use them and were billed directly. They were basically a members-only gas station. Perfect. Fewer people would be able to use them, so there might be more gas there. Grant found out that regular people could sign up for the cards. He got a couple of them for the various gas-card stations in his area and he mapped out where those stations were. They were off the beaten path, which was good.

He got on the Survival Podcast forum and drank in all the information he could. He printed out several helpful threads and web pages linked in the threads. He put a PDF of the military survival manual onto a thumb drive.

He wanted to make sure he got the little things that people forget about but then need when the stores are closed. He found a Survival Podcast forum thread called "The First 100 Things to Disappear in a Crisis." It was created by survivors of the Bosnian civil war. There were things on there he never would have thought of, like safety pins.

The whole time, Grant was glued to the TV. To his surprise, the lowered bond rating hadn't led to an immediate sell off of U.S. bonds and the crash that would result. He realized that he might have overestimated how quickly that would become a problem. Oh well. He was glad there was a little more time.

The Mexican refugee crisis was getting worse. The Mexican government officially collapsed and the drug gangs went on genocidal killing sprees. The estimates were that four million people were crossing the U.S. border. Texas and California, in particular, were totally paralyzed. There had been a lot of crime, but it still wasn't a fullon war. Bill Owens confirmed that during a phone call when they were checking in with each other.

"So how's it going down there, Bill?" Grant asked.

"Kinda dicey," Bill said. "I heard gunshots. Just a couple. They were far away. I had a little run-in at Costco, and had to draw my pistol on a guy. I was getting some bulk foods, like everyone else, and it came down to the last bag of beans. I went for it; I was the first one there. Some dirtbag lunged for it, too. I had to push him out of the way.

He started yelling at me. I said some choice words. Store security came zooming in. Apparently they are jumping on things like this. They kicked both of us out of the store."

This was getting crazy, Grant thought. Decent people like Bill were fighting over the last bag of beans.

Bill continued, "I wasn't going to fight this guy over a bag of beans that someone else had already grabbed in the confusion. I was nervous going back to the parking lot because the dirtbag was right behind me heading out of the store. In the parking lot he yelled, *Hey, you, those beans were mine. Come here and talk to me like a man.' I turned around and he was pulling something out of his sweats.h.i.+rt pocket. I drew my 1911," that was Bill's .45 pistol, "and put the sights on his chest. I had practiced that a thousand times and it paid off; that was the smoothest draw I can remember. He put his hands up and said he was sorry. I didn't want the cops to come, if there were even any around. They're kind of busy now. So I looked around and no one was around so they didn't see me. I got in my truck and headed to the Sam's Club."

Wow. Bill had to pull a gun on a guy. "It was weird," Bill continued, "Never thought I'd have to do that. I got a feeling I'm going to be doing lots of things I never thought I would be. Glad I didn't have to shoot that guy."

While the TV was downplaying it, Bill confirmed that FEMA continued to completely screw up the relief efforts. People were starting to vandalize FEMA vehicles. Hispanic gangs were targeting FEMA personnel. FEMA workers were prohibited from carrying guns, so many of them quit. The feds had to finally give up on FEMA.

California federalized its National Guard, meaning that the supposedly state-controlled California National Guard was now under federal command. Then the Feds had the regular military join the effort. California was betting the Feds could rescue them.

Arizona joined Texas in basically kicking the Feds out of the state. Grant didn't know what New Mexico was doing. The Arizona and Texas Guards were running the relief efforts and doing a better job than the federal efforts in California. Interestingly, Arizona and Texas were calling their Guard units the "State Guard" instead of "National Guard." Things weren't going well for the Feds. The federal troops were much better than FEMA, but their orders were muddy: Don't shoot anyone, especially refugees, even when they were looting from civilians and civilians were shooting at them. It was like a peacekeeping mission in Lebanon; those never turned out well.

In contrast, the Texas and Arizona State Guards were given more realistic orders: shoot to defend yourself or others. This actually saved lives because looters and trigger-happy civilians knew that if they did anything aggressive they would be shot by the State Guard.

The Feds had just the opposite effect on looters and civilians. The looting went on while the California police, National Guard, and federal troops just watched. It was just like the LA Riots. But bigger. Much, much bigger.

It was weird, though. Even though there was full-on looting in California and the military was deployed, life went on as normal in some ways. People still went to work, although many stayed home.

People still visited Disneyland, but in smaller numbers. Disneyland during a riot! People in California still went out to dinner at trendy restaurants, although there was panic buying at the grocery stores. But the shelves weren't emptied out (at first). People were either oblivious - how was that possible? - or just a.s.sumed that the government would get things back to normal soon. The looting was like a snow storm. A ha.s.sle and a hindrance, but something that would be over in a while and things would return to normal.

Of course, the government wanted to show that everything was fine and normal in LA so people wouldn't get scared. The mainstream media had stories on how people were still going to the beach and how traffic was so much better now that fewer people were going to work. They even had stories on how the Hollywood stars were still going to premiers of movies. The message was unmistakable: Cool people are not fazed by whatever it is that's going on right now. Relax. Everything is fine.

Grant could not believe that people were not taking this seriously. How could people be so complacent and stupid? They had developed habits over years and years, and not even looting by thousands of starving refugees and gang warfare would break those habits. Life would go on. As long as people had their comfortable routines, everything was fine. Despite all the evidence.

Grant marveled at Americans' ability to s.h.i.+eld out stress by doing their routines. It must be because there was something so comforting by being able to say, "Life goes on."

Many Californians secretly thought the violence was in "those" neighborhoods. It didn't affect people in the suburbs or upper income areas. The progressives in California were so tolerant and understanding that they just accepted the rioting. It was not directly affecting them.

Texas was a different story. People were not oblivious there. They were taking it seriously. Many were armed. They bought up all the groceries, gasoline, and ammunition they could. The shelves were bare, but not as many people were freaking out. They had their supplies and would wait until the stores were resupplied. In Eastern Texas, they were used to hurricanes, so this wasn't the end of the world.

Even though most Texans were fairly well prepared, resupply would take much longer than they expected, although it could have been worse. Resupply came via semi-trucks running on diesel and going along safe highways. The State Guard and law enforcement had the highways largely secure, and Texas drilled and refined its own petroleum. Texas refineries were getting a fair amount of fuel to gas stations, and grocery stores were getting the shelves restocked much better than in California. There were problems, of course, but it was not the surreal destruction that was going on in California.

In fact, after a week or so, things in Texas were going OK, overall. It was still a crisis, of course, but it was not the end of the world there.

Grant was getting frequent texts from Bill Owens. It was amazing how well texts worked, even in a crisis. Sometimes cell service for voice traffic would get too busy and shut down, but texting took up much less bandwidth and was not affected. Good to know, Grant thought.

Chapter 37.

Annoying Lack of Collapse Looking at California and Texas, and knowing that Was.h.i.+ngton State would be more like California, Grant started focusing even harder on his preps. Things were quickening. Events were moving faster.

One of Grant's biggest preparations was his physical conditioning. He had been in good shape since the end of the "Dockers Years." He was strong; stronger than he had ever been. But now, with the Collapse quickly unfolding right before his eyes, he was stepping it up one more notch. He knew, just knew, that soon he'd need to be carrying more, running, and enduring things that never cropped up in his suburban world. Now was the time to get strong enough for what was coming.

Right after the U.S. bond rating news, Grant frequently saw Jim, Jeanie's boyfriend, at the gym. He was getting in great shape, too. Was he a prepper? He had been the first to use the "R" word of "revolution" with Grant, so maybe he was.

One morning at the gym Grant asked him, "You've been here a lot lately. What's the deal?"