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For All Nails #202: Bullet The Blue Sky

West of Endicott, NY, NC, CNA
August 12, 1975
7:30 AM

Phil Kimball picked up his briefcase on his way to the
front door.  He had several loans to finalize today at
the bank.  It was going to be a long day.  He opened
the door, and wondered what the two militia lokes were
doing down the street.  _Which neighbors are they here
for?  Just to ask questions, or are they going to
arrest someone?_  Phil supposed it would be the talk
of the neighborhood when he got home.  With that, he
got in his Dickinson and drove off toward the city.

8:02 AM

Burgoyne Redding looked around the living room.  The
Chief Superintendent of the CBI office in Endicott was
unsettled.  He nodded to the housewife.  "Again, thank
you for the use of your house, Mrs. Thomas."

Mrs. Thomas smiled.  "It's no problem, Mr. Redding. 
If these people are responsible for the bombing, then
I want them caught as much as you do."

Along with the lower-ranked local militia and agents
working the case, Captain Warren Brown of the local
millies was there.  The millies had been most helpful
in investigating the case since the CBI had lost its
facilities in Endicott.  Brown looked over at him. 
"Bauch is ours.  I'm sure he's the one we want; this
has Brotherhood written all over it."

Redding nodded. "He just left for the day 30 minutes
ago.  When he gets back, I want us to move in soon

10:52 AM

Julius Bauch looked through binoculars at what was
obviously a CBI operation a few houses down.  _They
havenít been keeping it quiet enough_, he thought. 
_Too many marked cars._  "I don't like this," he said.

"Neither do I, boss," said his right-hand man, Peter
Monaco.  "I'm wondering if they tied us to the bombing

Bauch didn't like that.  "It wasn't even us,
goddammit!  It was Black Rock, all our boys were
elsewhere.  We have full deniability."

"The Johnnies won't care about that.  They see us as
the most likely suspects, so they go out of the way to
bust us for it.  I think we'll be seeing firsthand how
Gilpin ran things in the 1840s.  There was a lot of
butchery then; we may be getting a dose now."

Bauch pursed his lips.  "I have an uneasy feeling that
you're right.  The weird thing is that I'd swear they
aren't watching our compound.  Why are they on our
side of the street and not across from us?  Actually,
they're in great position to watch Phil Kimball's

"Kimball?  He's no patriot!  If I ever met anyone who
was the classic loyalist, it'd be Philip Kimball.  The
CBI is barking up the wrong tree!  I'd guess that Phil
is about to find himself wrongfully charged with
blowing up a building."

Julius got up from his chair where he'd been looking
out the window.  He paced around the room for a few
minutes.  Then he stopped.  "Pete, we've got to get
out of here before they figure out they're half a mile
off.  Let everyone in the compound know that we're
doing an emergency evacuation.  Get everything out we
possibly can.  Guns, ammo, explosives, and anything
personally incriminating.  I don't want them finding
anything with someone's name on it.  Do as many
fingerprint wipedowns as we can.  I want us on the way
to the backup compound within an hour.  Make sure
everyone knows it doesn't look like a bugout, or else
the Johnnies may see and realize what's wrong.  You
and I are getting the money down in the basement."

The two men took a few minutes clearing out the green
stacks of Ezras (1) and Deweys (2) downstairs.  When
everyone else was gone, Bauch and Monaco checked the
house one last time, and then left themselves.

5:20 PM

Phil pulled into his driveway from the country road. 
He saw that the two millie cars were still over at the
Thomas house.  Not only that, but they had been joined
by two unmarked cars.  When he asked his wife Emily
what was going on, she didn't know.  "Dinner will be
at six, darling," she told him.

Phil figured he'd spend the time by cleaning his
hunting rifle.  He thought he might go looking for
deer after dinner tomorrow.  Not for the first time,
he was glad for the bank connections that let him get
a Class B hunting license. (3)  The doorbell rang just
then.  "I got it," he called out, heading toward the
door.  He didn't notice the rifle was still in his

CBI agent Bradley Seaver saw the door open to reveal a
man with a gun.  The barrel was pointing in their
direction.  Bradley panicked and fired his weapon. 
The man ducked, swung the rifle like a cricket bat,
and yelled.  The other agents started to shoot too,
and the man fell.

Emily Kimball heard the gunshots, and knew she had to
defend her home.  It was under attack, probably from
the same people the millies were after.  She grabbed
her sharpest kitchen knife and ran out to the front
HOUSE!!"  She raised the knife high at the intruders
as she saw her husband lying on the floor.  It was the
last thing she would see.  Her last thought was a hope
that the CBI and the millies caught them.

Redding waved the men in.  "Alright, case the compound
and house; make sure you get anyone else!  And bring
any evidence you find."  He turned around to notice
Brown staring at something outside the door.

"Burgoyne...," rasped Brown, "we have a problem." 
Redding walked out to see what he was looking at.

Brown continued, "That Brotherhood compound was at 45
Rural Road #4, right?"  As he asked, he pointed to
wooden numbers nailed to the left of the door.

The numbers read 54.  "Oh my God, Warren," was all
Redding could say.

1. CNA 10-pound notes, with Ezra Gallivan on the
front.  All CNA notes are green, with bill size
increasing along with face value.

2. 50-pound notes, with Henderson Dewey on the front. 
The 50 and 100 are rarely used except for clandestine
exchanges and transactions between banks and/or NFA
branches.  Everything higher was discontinued in 1968,
and these bills are scheduled to be ended too, much
like OTL USA bills over $100.

3. While private legal ownership of guns is rare in
the NC, it does happen.  Hunting licenses are given
out, but even then only the tough-to-get Class B
license allows citizens to have guns at home rather
than at a hunting club.  Even then, membership in a
club is required.  Rules tend to vary elsewhere, being
quite lax in Manitoba.