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that.”
    Mrs. Crain turned to him and said, “That’s not all.” Turning back to the group, she continued. “He was given this land and a choice—live here or have an ‘accident.’” The entire town was shocked into total silence.
    Betty stood up and said, “That sounds like something you get from TV. How can you be sure of this?”
    “Let’s look at the facts,” Mrs. Crain replied. “One, the government gave him the land. I saw the grant on his desk in his room. People and government agencies have been trying to get this land for decades and haven’t come close. Now, all of a sudden, it’s his, free and clear and tax-free to boot. Two, it was important enough that the army was thrown out to make room for him. The general would never have let this happen if he had any choice, so it had to come from way up—say, presidential level. Three, the boy was sent here and has to go to an appointment with the admiral tomorrow. He said he has to check in. And four, a different navy WAVE has watched my hotel for three days. It seems they were waiting for Freddy. The only time they left was to follow Freddy through town today.”
    One of the boys in the back, the one who had kicked Freddy in the head, stood up and said, “I saw her. She watched us beat up on him, and she did nothing.” He was happy to get some of the townspeople upset with someone other than him.
    “Freddy told me he was being watched to ensure his compliance with staying here.”
    A marine stood up. “What does this navy WAVE look like?”
    “She’s about six feet tall, with blonde hair cut real short,” Alice answered. “She looks like she could uproot a tree with her bare hands, yet it was several days before we even noticed her. She’s very good at not being seen.”
    The marine nodded. “I know her. I’ve seen her on the base, and everyone is saying that her team is doing a babysitting job now.”
    “So she’s watching him. So what?” asked a girl in the back.
    The marine answered, “This is a team of the navy’s best SEALs—they’re specialists. They don’t talk to the rest of us. We think they were responsible for the notes attached to the marine commandant’s pillow said that read, ‘You’re dead.’ We could never prove it, but once a week, the note showed up, even with live guards and our best Green Berets trying to catch them. They go to bars just to get exercise by beating up on the marines and the army. We know they’re the ones responsible for stealing the general’s clothes on his last outing, but we can’t prove it. No one can; they’re just too good. When we see them coming, we walk on the other side of the street out of complete fear.”
    Devin stood up. “Do you know what their specialty is?”
    “Yes sir, I do. Although there’s no proof, of course, I heard our captain say that they’re assassins and to keep the men away from them. If these SEALs are watching the boy, then he’s extremely important. If their orders are to keep him here or kill him, then he has no choice. He stays here, or he’s as good as dead.”
    It took ten minutes to calm down the town. Devin finally gave the floor back to Alice.
    “This is an awful lot to be placed on a child’s head,” she said, “and what did we do to help the poor boy? We practically threw him out of every store in town and then tried to kill him! But now for the bad news.”
    Devin whispered, “That wasn’t that bad news?”
    “The boy came here with a plan. He was going to stay away from the government as much as possible and get all his supplies and help from this town. We said no, so he’s going to implement what he calls Plan B tomorrow. He says that Plan B will be much easier for him, and it will cost him nothing. I bet he’s wondering why he didn’t do it in the first place.”
    “I hate to ask,” Devin interrupted, “but do you have any idea what Plan B is?”
    “Sure, I do. He trusts me and told me all about Plan B. You see, the nice general