Further instructions came down to Volkmer per the standard protocol. He arrived at work and found a message slip from the office paperclipped to his timecard. In the school secretary’s looping cursive it said: Your brother called.
On his lunch break that day he descended the concrete stairway down into the cold basement. He unsealed the septic tank, fished out the plastic bag with the burst transmitter. He decoded the order:
LONG: 43°05'10.4"N LAT: 94°01'49.6"W. Arranged in hatch pattern crossing traffic lane running E/W prior to exit 194. Deploy in two days. 0900 hours.
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