“I’m reading through a fog, Will.” He dropped the fax back on his desk and looked at his deputy chief. “Give me the highlights.” “Twenty-nine strikebreakers being bused in from the north from a hotel outside Waukegan. They’ll come in at 6 a.m.; plant security will open the gate for the bus and lock the gates behind them.” “Which if the union guys have their act together means the plant staff will have to be prepared with a blowtorch to cut off chains from the gate. Officers are sitting in front of both front and back gates to prevent that?” “One at each gate and a third on foot patrol around the plant grounds keeping an eye on the plant security guards so they don’t get pelted with bottles or the like. I’ve got the officers on six-hour rotations throughout the night so we keep fresh eyes and ears out there.” Nathan thought about the size of the plant, tucked as it was abutting up to a residential neighborhood, and figured the manpower was stationed about as well as they could do it.
