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From: (General LonGears)
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Subject: Death Wish 2 (Was: Rabbit's Tail, Day 4)
Date: 7 Oct 1994 19:08:04 GMT
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<Note: Read after RABBIT'S TAIL: DAY 4>

I decided to radio P.A.W. and check on the home front.
Not that anyone would be foolish enough to attack, but
there *had* been some activity reported.  

Still, not even a SQUIRREL would be stupid enough to
try an attack on P.A.W.!

"Any news on those squirrels?" I asked, as the connection
was made.

The officer on the other end must have been checking
reports, because I could hear paper rustling.

"Yes Sir!  One group is at coordinates C-3, the others
are around F-8 and B-17," he reported.

I was somewhat startled.  "What do we have at those
locations," I asked, nervous that no objective had yet
been identified.

"C-3 has nothing.  F-8 is industrial and B-17 is agricultural,"
he said.  What?  Industrial, agricultural, and ... nothing?

Hmmmm.  Now what did these areas have in common that might
tell me what the hyperactive little cretins were up to ...

"C-3 has *nothing* of note in it?" I asked, perplexed.
It was bad enough the last two were unrelated, but *this*
factor made *no* sense!

There *had* to be some common factor ... some trend ...

"Correct, Sir.  Oh, there used to be an old supply center
in that area many years ago ..."

Supply center!?!  I could feel the smile returning to my
face.

"Are there supply centers in F-8 and B-17?" I asked.

"Why ... yes, Sir!  There are!"

So that was it!  The crafty little beggars *did* know
better than to directly attack P.A.W.!  They were going
to try and hit some supply lines!

And it also gave me an idea of who might be responsible.

I'd have to re-evaluate the military threat of this 
group.  While the plan was doomed to failure, it was
still significantly more well-thought-out than the
average "squirrel rebel" plan.

"Orders, Sir?"  The officer broke my reverie.

I considered the options.  My law stated *nobody*
makes an Ohio offensive with impunity.

"Make no major moves against them until they
get close to their objectives.  Minimal resistence."

"Sir?"  The officer was aghast.  "You're just going
to let them waltz into the heart of Ohio??"  He was
understandably shocked.  "And *then* what should we 
do?" he asked, with a trace of indignation.

I smiled.

"Crush them," I said.  

"I want examples made.  No survivors.  Except maybe 
 some of the leaders."

I was curious about the squirrel that was smart enough
to attempt a supply line attack.

"See if you can take any leaders alive ..." I
 ordered.

" ... if convenient."

TBC