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exactly what happened."
Butch and Thad were also at the deer camp. They had come to meet The Wizard and help set up the communication system. Groggy, Butch crawled out of his sleeping bag on the opposite side of the shack. He rubbed his nose with the palm of his hand as he approached to listen.
Helen continued with her story, "Well, I spent the day with Bradley and mentioned The Wizard and that the Vermont and New Hampshire Covenants were setting up a communication link. This evening, I saw him talking to the Feds out on the main road."
For the Vermont Covenant, The Wizard had designed a closed communication system that used lasers. A modem fed a signal into a beam and used unidirectional nodules as receivers. The signal followed a cable from the receiver, and was spliced into a telephone line. E-mail went to an Internet service provider in Quebec and then returned to Island Pond, Vermont. If ever discovered, the Feds wouldn't be able to tell where the signal originated. They would have to search a six-mile radius, giving the Covenant time to leave.
"I never liked that bastard!" stated Max shaking his head. "Never did. Did you tell them anything about the communication link? What type or where we're mounting it?"
"No. I didn't know."
Max concluded, "They already know The Wizard is somewhere in Vermont." Consoling Helen he continued, "The Wizard left already; I don't think much harm has been done."
Max was still concerned, "But Bradley knows that I've done a lot of work with electronics; it's too much of a coincidence. The Feds will check me out. I'll try to send a message through the link to Vermont tomorrow, then go back to Colebrook and lay low for a while." Speaking to Butch, "You boys will have to take Helen back to her house. Send Thad back if you notice unusual traffic through the valley." Butch nodded.
"I'm so sorry!" Tears ran down Helen's face. "I'm so stupid."
Max held her by the shoulders. "Listen, little sister, you have to go back. You have to act like nothing happened--and if Bradley asks you anything, give him info that sounds good but is totally false. Then they won't know what to believe."
By now Thad had awakened and stumbled over to the group. He put his arms around Helen's neck; the hug from his small slender body surprised and comforted her.
"Don't worry, boss," Butch declared all-knowingly. "Me and Thad won't let nothing happen to your sister."
Helen had breakfast ready for Bradley when he walked into the kitchen. He put his arms around her waist as she flipped an egg over in the skillet. "I've got to give a talk to a co-op in St. Johnsbury this morning, but I'd like us to spend the rest of the day together." He nibbled her ear.
"I'd like that, too. I'll bake your favorite pie for dinner," said Helen as she glared coldly at the wall behind the stove. "Be sure to drink the fresh-squeezed orange juice on the table over there. It will cure what ails you." Helen had no intention of baking a pie that day; her orange juice would take care of that. It would make him violently sick in about an hour.
Chapter 5
Colebrook, New Hampshire (Evening of November 10)
Helen woke from her dream and sat up in bed. The pounding on the kitchen door at last awakened her; she rolled over and turned on her lamp to look at her watch. "Good Lord, it's one in the morning." She put on her slippers and robe, "This had better be good!"
Thad and Tater waited at the door, peering away from the house into darkness. He wiped his nose with his sleeve. A snap in the brush made him jerk back to that direction. Tater perked her ears and flared her teeth.
The porch light came on. "What are you doing
Butch and Thad were also at the deer camp. They had come to meet The Wizard and help set up the communication system. Groggy, Butch crawled out of his sleeping bag on the opposite side of the shack. He rubbed his nose with the palm of his hand as he approached to listen.
Helen continued with her story, "Well, I spent the day with Bradley and mentioned The Wizard and that the Vermont and New Hampshire Covenants were setting up a communication link. This evening, I saw him talking to the Feds out on the main road."
For the Vermont Covenant, The Wizard had designed a closed communication system that used lasers. A modem fed a signal into a beam and used unidirectional nodules as receivers. The signal followed a cable from the receiver, and was spliced into a telephone line. E-mail went to an Internet service provider in Quebec and then returned to Island Pond, Vermont. If ever discovered, the Feds wouldn't be able to tell where the signal originated. They would have to search a six-mile radius, giving the Covenant time to leave.
"I never liked that bastard!" stated Max shaking his head. "Never did. Did you tell them anything about the communication link? What type or where we're mounting it?"
"No. I didn't know."
Max concluded, "They already know The Wizard is somewhere in Vermont." Consoling Helen he continued, "The Wizard left already; I don't think much harm has been done."
Max was still concerned, "But Bradley knows that I've done a lot of work with electronics; it's too much of a coincidence. The Feds will check me out. I'll try to send a message through the link to Vermont tomorrow, then go back to Colebrook and lay low for a while." Speaking to Butch, "You boys will have to take Helen back to her house. Send Thad back if you notice unusual traffic through the valley." Butch nodded.
"I'm so sorry!" Tears ran down Helen's face. "I'm so stupid."
Max held her by the shoulders. "Listen, little sister, you have to go back. You have to act like nothing happened--and if Bradley asks you anything, give him info that sounds good but is totally false. Then they won't know what to believe."
By now Thad had awakened and stumbled over to the group. He put his arms around Helen's neck; the hug from his small slender body surprised and comforted her.
"Don't worry, boss," Butch declared all-knowingly. "Me and Thad won't let nothing happen to your sister."
Helen had breakfast ready for Bradley when he walked into the kitchen. He put his arms around her waist as she flipped an egg over in the skillet. "I've got to give a talk to a co-op in St. Johnsbury this morning, but I'd like us to spend the rest of the day together." He nibbled her ear.
"I'd like that, too. I'll bake your favorite pie for dinner," said Helen as she glared coldly at the wall behind the stove. "Be sure to drink the fresh-squeezed orange juice on the table over there. It will cure what ails you." Helen had no intention of baking a pie that day; her orange juice would take care of that. It would make him violently sick in about an hour.
Chapter 5
Colebrook, New Hampshire (Evening of November 10)
Helen woke from her dream and sat up in bed. The pounding on the kitchen door at last awakened her; she rolled over and turned on her lamp to look at her watch. "Good Lord, it's one in the morning." She put on her slippers and robe, "This had better be good!"
Thad and Tater waited at the door, peering away from the house into darkness. He wiped his nose with his sleeve. A snap in the brush made him jerk back to that direction. Tater perked her ears and flared her teeth.
The porch light came on. "What are you doing
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