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Sharpshooters bunking with Army Rangers and Navy SEALS, all now part of the general rank and file of the UAFA. Port Hueneme was originally a Naval Base, home of the SEABEES, but for the time being, the old divisions no longer applied. It could be frustrating too, since each branch of the military put emphasis on different combat techniques and skill sets. To top it off, the base had seen a surge of new recruits since the day General Conrad blew the trenches around the core of the base. Many had simply walked up to the gates begging for asylum, then volunteered after being told the base was off limits to ordinary civilians. Not only was it the fastest way to get a hot meal, a fresh shower, and a safe bed to sleep in, it also meant they would be given a weapon and trained in self-defense. Turns out the zombie apocalypse was the best recruiting tool in the history of the armed forces.  
    The only problem was that many of the enlisted men turned their noses up at the wave of new Joes flooding in. They'd devoted their whole lives in the service of their country, and didn't like being lumped in with guys who'd only signed up to save their own hides after all hell had already broken loose. As far as they were concerned, these were guys who didn't know the meaning of the words country, service, or sacrifice . Not only did they look down their noses at them, making up nicknames for them like Fobbit or Plant Eaters or worse still, Obaffz (One Bite Away From Full Zom), they also didn't trust them. Basically, there were still a lot of kinks to be worked out.  
    Franco had come along right at the peak of one of those periods. He seemed a bit off, but I couldn't put my finger on it, and besides, a lot of things were off with the world. Beyond that, I had no lasting impression of the guy. In all honesty, I'd been too involved at the time in my new life with Felicity to pay much attention to anyone else. It was, after all, technically our honeymoon.
    “He had credentials from the CIA, but he said he hadn’t been with them for years and that he was now part of some Black Ops group,” Moto explained. “The General took him into a private meeting that lasted over an hour. When they came out, we were instructed to get Franco and his men anything they needed and to stay out of their way. Conrad said it was a sensitive project they were working on, and that it had the utmost importance. He said he thought they could turn things around for us.”
    “I don't remember a group of civilians on base at the time,” I countered.
    “We disguised them as officers,” Moto informed us. “Gave them clearance, uniforms, weapons, and anything else they needed. They slipped right in and no one noticed; no one except Sonya that is.”
    “That's the problem with the military,” Sonya jeered. “Sometimes all the rules and regulations leave you blind to what's happening right before your eyes. No one is taught to question. They're just trained to salute.”
    “Franco brought a handful of guys with him the next time he came back,” Moto said, ignoring her taunt. “We don't know where they came from either. Some were special ops, a few were Navy SEALS, and one guy looked like the personal interrogator of a foreign dictator. They came and left as they pleased, and answered to no one. The lower part of the lab was off limits to anyone but them. For a while no one said anything, but then the General began to have doubts.”
    “That's when they killed him,” Sonya said. “Making it look like he'd died of a heart attack.”
    “How could they do that?” Felicity asked in shock.  
    “We don't know for sure,” Moto said. “However, these operations are pretty standard for spy types like Franco. The General had a heart condition. They'd have known that. They had access to all the medical files, including his. They'd want to use that to their advantage, especially when he began talking about revoking their access to the base and ending their