Die Trying

satellites.”
    “You’re joking, right?” Reacher said.
    Ray shook his head.
    “No way,” he said. “Beau’s got the documents. There’s another secret law, guy in Detroit sent Beau the stuff. Every car built in America since 1985 has a secret radio transmitter box in it, so the satellites can see where it’s going. You buy a car, the radar screens in the UN building know where you are, every minute of the day and night. They’ve got foreign forces training in America, right now, ready for the official takeover. You know why we send so much money to Israel? Not because we care what happens to the Israelis. Why should we care? We send the money because that’s where the UN is training the secret world army. It’s like an experimental place. Why do you think the UN never stops the Israelis from invading people? Because the UN has told them what to do in the first place. Training them for the world takeover. There are three thousand helicopters right now, at airbases round the U.S., all ready for them to use. Helicopters, painted flat black, no markings.”
    “You sure?” Reacher said again. He was keeping his voice somewhere between worried and skeptical. “I never heard about any of this stuff.”
    “That proves it, right?” Ray said.
    “Why?” Reacher asked.
    “Obvious, right?” Ray said. “You think the world government is going to allow media access to that stuff? World government controls the media, right? They own it. So it’s logical that whatever doesn’t appear in the media is what is really happening, right? They tell you the safe stuff, and they keep the secrets away from you. It’s all true, believe me. I told you, Beau’s got the documents. Did you know every U.S. highway sign has a secret mark on the back? You drive out and take a look. A secret sign, to direct the world troops around the country. They’re getting ready to take over. That’s why we need a place of our own.”
    “You think they’re going to attack you?” Reacher asked.
    “No doubt about it,” Ray said. “They’re going to come right after us.”
    “And you figure you can defend yourselves?” Reacher said. “A few guys in some little town in Montana?”
    Joe Ray shook his head.
    “Not a few guys,” he said. “There are a hundred of us.”
    “A hundred guys?” Reacher said. “Against the world government?”
    Ray shook his head again.
    “We can defend ourselves,” he said. “Beau’s a smart leader. This territory is good. We’re in a valley here. Sixty miles north to south, sixty miles east to west. Canadian border along the northern edge.”
    He swept his hand through the air, above eye level, left to right like a karate chop, to demonstrate the geography. Reacher nodded. He was familiar with the Canadian border. Ray used his other hand, up and down the left edge of his invisible map.
    “Rapid River,” he said. “That’s our western border. It’s a big river, completely wild. No way to cross it.”
    He moved the Canadian border hand across and rubbed a small circle in the air, like he was cleaning a pane of glass.
    “National forest,” he said. “You seen it? Fifty miles, east to west. Thick virgin forest, no way through. You want an eastern border, that forest is as good as you’re going to get.”
    “What about the south?” Reacher asked.
    Ray chopped his hand sideways at chest level.
    “Ravine,” he said. “Natural-born tank trap. Believe me, I know tanks. No way through, except one road and one track. Wooden bridge takes the track over the ravine.”
    Reacher nodded. He remembered the white truck pattering over a wooden structure.
    “That bridge gets blown,” Ray said. “No way through.”
    “What about the road?” Reacher asked.
    “Same thing,” Ray said. “We blow the bridge, and we’re safe. Charges are set right now.”
    Reacher nodded slowly. He was thinking about air attack, artillery, missiles, smart bombs, infiltration of Special Forces, airborne troops, parachutes. He was thinking about Navy SEALs bridging the river or Marines bridging the ravine. He was thinking about NATO units rumbling straight down from Canada.
    “What about Holly?” he asked. “What do you want with her?”
    Ray smiled. His beard parted and his teeth shone out as bright as his eyes. “Beau’s secret weapon,” he said. “Think about it. The world government is going to use her old man to lead the attack. That’s why they appointed him. You think the President appoints those