Two things awaited them: victory or the grave. Cecil returned to his battalion in the eastern part of the state. Ike returned to his people waiting just south of Clear Lake and began moving them out in small teams, toward the IPF’s main battle lines. Dan headed back north and began breaking up his people into teams, sending them out toward the northernmost IPF lines. As Ike was doing, Dan’s people would be moving into position on both sides of the IPF lines—whenever that was possible. That part of the operation was iffy, for if only one behind-the-lines team was discovered, the entire mission might well be jeopardized. Ben had already begun sending teams west of Interstate 5, moving them toward the heavy timber and dense wilderness areas. Ben found Lora and knelt down in front of her, taking her hands. “I’ll be back. You look after things around this place, okay?” “Okay, Ben.” “Keep your eyes on Sylvia, Lora. And don’t trust her too far.” “She’s a traitor, Ben,”
