'That means there’s oil waiting to be found,' Snowe said.
'So?' Goss asked.
'So let’s go pop that cherry.'
Each them gaped at Trevor, confused at the reference.
'What does that mean?' Nina asked.
'Um…never mind. Give me W-A Six through W-A Fifteen.'
The video map pulled out, scrolled, and then tightened on an area northeast of Thebes.
'And then there are these guys.'
Goss: 'Huh? What guys?'
Snowe answered, 'The Chaktaw.'
Nina said, 'They came at us from somewhere up north. I mean, they’ve got to have a base up there or something. Right?'
Gronard added, 'We haven’t heard from them in weeks, not since their force got wiped out by…by Trevor,' he nodded at their new leader.
'Maybe the warning has scared them off,' Nina thought aloud.
Director Snowe said, 'Recon units found a Chaktaw outpost in that area.'
'That outpost isn’t their main base,' Trevor said. 'They were using it as a staging area for hitting Thebes. If there isn't a sizeable force there now, there will be when they reconstitute.'
'So? So what?' Goss asked.
'This is pretty obvious, don’t you think? Tell him, General Gronard.'
'We wipe out that outpost. It might lead us to their main base. Maybe take that out, too.'
Trevor ordered the technician, 'Show me W-C Four.'
The monitor displayed a close up of what the map noted as a ‘Class Two Lake WH 3’ or what Trevor recognized as 'Lake Erie.'
'I give you a big food source. Fish. More specifically, what I would call walleye, perch, small mouth bass and more.'
'One problem,' Director Snowe said. 'There’s a city in that area occupied by Duass infantry. They’re well armed with support vehicles.'
Trevor now knew that the Plats his people fought in Ohio back home actually went by the name 'Duass'.
'We swoop on in, clean em’ out, and set up shop. Then we secure a road between here and there.'
'We don’t have the resources to do that,' Goss objected.
To Trevor's surprise, Snowe said, 'I agree with General Goss. We should concentrate on the Chaktaw.'
Trevor ignored their objections. 'Sure we do. We just have to work a little harder. And trust me on this, we start poking around out there,' Trevor jabbed his thumb over his shoulder in reference to the world outside, 'we’re going to start finding the things we need to survive.'
'Big plans,' Nina said. 'Maybe we should forget the Duass and hit the Chaktaw again.'
Trevor glanced at her. He sensed how thrilled she was to be a part of the meeting. No doubt another reason why she had wanted Trevor back. There she was, hanging with the Generals planning grand strategy.
'We may reach too far,' Goss protested. 'I hope saying as much won't cost me my head.'
Trevor put a hand on his shoulder. 'Now is the time to present different opinions. But once the decision is made, it will be followed. Failure to do that will cost you your head.'
– 'Team one, stand by, here he comes,' Nina transmitted via radio.
Ahead of her stretched a wide open mountaintop surrounded by tall, frosty pine trees.
The ground rumbled.
An incoming transmission reported, 'Standing by. Damn, is this really going to work?'
She radioed, 'Corporal Brewer, just get your team ready to fire. You get one shot.'
'Copy that.'
Nina raised her binoculars and peered into the clearing. She saw puffs of snow pop off branches as trees swayed violently side to side.
General Gronard spoke in her ear, 'He sure is a crazy one, isn’t he?'
'Crazy? No. He’s not crazy. He’s brave.'
'I suppose that’s why you went to the trouble of bringing him here. You're really walking a thin line with him, aren't you?'
She replied, 'Just make sure your men keep up their end and I'll take care of the rest. He might be our only hope of staying alive. Keep that in mind and we'll get by.'
The trees beyond the rim of the clearing swayed as if a tornado approached.
'Watch your aim, Brewer,' Nina communicated a warning to the man whose nose Stone broke a month ago.
Trevor ran out from the forest and across the glaze of snow on the open mountain. Behind him, trees crashed and splintered as the pursuing monster stepped into the clearing.
Standing some twenty-stories tall, it wore a scaly, tinny skin that occupied some middle ground between flesh and artificial armor. Its thick legs resembled industrial-sized support struts of a biological nature while ram horns wrapped its head to either side of a goat-face sporting glowing red eyes. Instead of hands at the end of two gigantic arms the creature used cloven hooves that could serve no purpose other than adding to the beast's power to destroy.
This fiend appeared demonic in nature, certainly one of the most horrid of the invasion’s horrors. And Trevor Stone had just duped its Hell-born ass.
The new leader of humanity’s war on this Earth crossed the field and stopped. Trevor knew that a dozen soldiers watched. A dozen of his soldiers; a new breed birthed from the ashes of a neglected army.
So why not a show?
Trevor turned and faced the massive monster. It glared at the puny prey. Trevor held his two hands aloft with one finger on each above the rest.
'Drop this BITCH!'
Anti-armor missiles shot out from the tree line, trailed by strands of black and gray smoke streaming from flares of burning red propellant. The projectiles smashed into what Nina’s people called a Windigo and Trevor called a Goat-Walker.
The impact sent it falling backwards. Explosions knocked off thick slabs of skin and gory, colorful innards splattered onto the snow below.
The soldiers cheered Trevor, the man who mocked the monsters.
Nina's radio crackled, 'Tactical team, this is Mother. You ready for that delivery?'
'Ten-Four, Mother. We’re ready.'
The hum of jet engines drifted over the mountain top. After a moment, another giant came to the clearing, this one man-made. To Trevor's eye it resembled a large cargo airliner except with the center stretch of fuselage hollowed out in favor of a harness and hoist.
It moved lazily, more like a helicopter than a plane. Its turbines rotated down putting the craft into a hover. Then the plane descended vertically toward the surface of the clearing aided by a soldier with bright blue directional cones.
A portable drilling well dangled from the hoist and lowered toward the mountaintop not far from the destroyed giant demon. The engines roared as they struggled to ease the payload to the mark. The drill touched the ground and the hoist cables unhooked in a series of metallic clanks. Workers shouted orders over the roar of the huge cargo vessel that retreated to the sky after delivering its package.
'We’re going to need a couple of days worth of oil from the well just to make up for the fuel used by the Heavy-42 to get it here,' Gronard approached Trevor and said.
'You’ll get it, General. You’re going to get everything you need.'
– Three days after establishing several drilling sites they found black gold. Dozens then hundreds of barrels began arriving at Thebes via ground convoy.
Trevor assigned General Goss the job of finding and blasting the predatory hostiles who disrupted the convoys, mainly a pack of Jaw-Wolves. However, the drill sites and convoys shut down for a couple of days anyway as a nasty early March snow storm ravaged the area dumping nearly a foot of grainy white stuff.
