Chapter Forty-Eight

The videos her friends gave her were undeniably boring. The only bit even slightly incriminating was the bit she had of the one soldier threatening her. Even that when she looked at it with fresh eyes wasn't enough. Georgia needed something which would make people yank the military out of here so they could get on with rebuilding their lives.

Her phone rang.

"Hello."

"Georgia," She recognized Alastair's voice, "I know you and the others are taping the MP's. They think it's cute. But something has got them upset today. They were asking me who might be in contact with this Spirit Moose Clan. Someone attacked their Base last night. I heard the explosions. Leave the games alone for a bit. I don't want them to have any excuse to hurt you."