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off on some crusade. I think they said the demonstration was next weekend, but I can’t be sure. But I beg you… want you to understand your mother has been a wreck since the quarantine. Stay with us. Be safe. Don’t think you have to take on the world right now.”
    Realizing her father was right, Paige leaned across and kissed him on the cheek. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I know you and mom went through a lot to get us out of that hellhole. I’m not going to do anything but eat, sleep, and hug both of you for quite a while.”
    “For once I’m glad dad spent all that time sequestered in the garage with his radios,” Anna chimed in. “It used to hurt my feelings that you spent so much time playing with your HAM gadgets and talking to people we would never see or know. Now, I’m awful thankful you did.”
    “Your mother and I would have gone completely insane if it hadn’t been for those transmissions. After the military started randomly jamming the Houston operators, I thought your mother was going to have a heart attack. We had no idea what was going on… if anybody was still alive… it was horrible.”
    “How did the operators get through?” Paige asked. “I’ve been wondering about that since we found out about the escape plans.”
    “I think the guys down in Houston made it difficult for the military to block their transmissions. I know they kept changing frequencies, and at one point they were using some awfully powerful signal boosters. Speculation is that they tied into one of the big AM radio stations down there and were overriding the army’s portable jammers.”
    Everyone went quiet again, the conversation reminding the family about all they had endured over the past months. As she watched the Texas countryside zip by the window, Paige couldn’t let go of the injustice her sister and she had experienced. It made her angry beyond words. She could feel the familiar rage building inside when her thoughts were interrupted by her father’s voice.
    “Oh, shit,” snapped the driver, nodding with his head toward a police car approaching from the opposite direction.
    The deputy sheriff passed by, the officer clearly staring at the McMillian pickup as it passed. Anna and Paige followed the patrol car with their eyes, both girls uttering curses when they saw the brake lights engaged.
    “Shit!” Anna exclaimed from the crew cab’s back seat, her head turned to watch the cop making a quick 3-point turn. “He’s going to pull us over.”
    “Stay cool,” Mr. McMillian advised. “He might be just checking my plates or something.”
    Paige’s voice was full of fear. “I’m not going back there, Daddy,” she said in a low tone. “I’m never going to let them send me back.”
    They all watched as the police cruiser closed the distance. A sudden thought occurred to Mr. McMillian.
    Reaching quickly to open the truck’s center console, his hand sought the radio equipment mounted inside. With his eyes darting between the road and a mass of knobs and buttons, the cab was soon filled with the static of an empty radio frequency.
    The concerned father pulled a small microphone off its hook, glancing back to see the deputy now right on their tail.
    “Traffic, one David forty,” came a voice through the radio’s speaker.
    “Go ahead one David forty,” responded a female voice.
    “Stopping Texas George Bravo…”
    McMillian pushed the microphone’s button, cutting off the deputy’s transmission of their license plate number.
    The driver waited a few moments and then released his grip on the push-to-talk control.
    “One David forty, your transmission broke up. Repeat.”
    Again the deputy’s voice sounded through the speaker. “Repeating, Stopping Texas George Bravo…”
    Mr. McMillan pressed again, knowing his HAM equipment contained a transmitter far more powerful than the following police car.
    “One David forty, you’re breaking up again,” came the dispatcher’s voice. “Repeat,