the door shut. Borken reversed his direction and used the Sig-Sauer to shove Reacher toward him.
"Tell Fowler to get rid of this guy," he told him. "He's outlived his usefulness, such as it ever was. Put the bitch back in her room. Put a ring of sentries right around the building. We got things to do, right? No time for this shit. Parade ground at six-thirty. Everybody there. I'm going to read them the proclamation, before we fax it."
MCGRATH COULDN'T SLEEP. He walked back to the accommodations trailer with the others and got back on his bunk, but he gave it up after ten minutes. Quarter to seven in the morning, he was back in the command vehicle with Brogan and Milosevic.
"You guys take a break if you want," he said. "I'll look after things here."
"We could go organize some breakfast," Brogan said. "Diners in Kalispell should be open by now."
McGrath nodded vaguely. Started into his jacket for his wallet.
"Don't worry about it," Brogan said. "I'll pay. My treat."
"OK, thanks," McGrath said. "Get coffee. Lots of it."
Brogan and Milosevic stood up and left. McGrath stood in the doorway and watched them drive an Army sedan south. The sound of the car faded and he was left with the silent humming of the equipment behind him. He turned to sit down. The clock ticked around to seven. The fax machine started whirring.
HOLLY SMOOTHED HER hands over the old mattress like Reacher was there on it. Like it was really his body under her, scarred and battered, hot and hard and muscular, not a worn striped cotton cover stuffed with ancient horsehair. She blinked the tears out of her eyes. Blew a deep sigh and focused on the next decision. No Reacher, no Jackson, no weapon, no tools, six sentries in the street outside. She glanced around the room for the thousandth time and started scoping it out all over again.
MCGRATH WOKE THE others by thumping on the sides of the accommodations trailer with both fists. Then he ran back to the command post and found a third copy of the message spooling out of the machine. He already had two. Now he had three.
Webster was the first into the trailer. Then Johnson, a minute behind. Then Garber, and finally the General's aide. They rattled up the ladder one by one and hurried over to the table. McGrath was absorbed in reading.
"What, Mack?" Webster asked him.
"They're declaring independence," McGrath said. "Listen to this."
He glanced around the four faces. Started reading out loud.
"'Governments are instituted among men,' " he read. " 'Deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed. It is the right of the people to alter or abolish them after a long train of abuses and usurpations.' "
"They're quoting from the original," Webster said.
"Paraphrasing," Garber said.
McGrath nodded.
"Listen to this," he said again. " 'The history of the present government of the United States is a history of repeated injuries and usurpations all designed to establish an absolute tyranny over the people.' "
"What the hell is this?" Webster said. "1776 all over again?"
"It gets worse," McGrath said. " 'We therefore are the representatives of the Free States of America, located initially in what was formerly Yorke County in what was formerly Montana, and we solemnly publish and declare that this territory is now a free and independent State, which is absolved of allegiance to the United States, with all political connection totally dissolved, and that as a free and independent State has full power to levy war, conclude peace, defend its land borders and its airspace, contract alliances, establish commerce, and to do all other things as all independent States may do.' "
He looked up. Shuffled the three copies into a neat stack and laid them on the table in silence.
"Why three copies?" Garber asked.
"Three destinations," McGrath said. "If we hadn't intercepted them, they'd be all over the place by now."
"Where?" Webster asked.
"First one is a D.C. number," McGrath said. "I'm guessing it's the White House."
Johnson's aide scooted his chair to the computer terminal. McGrath read him the number. He tapped it in, and the screen scrolled down. He nodded.
"The White House," he said. "Next?"
"New York somewhere," McGrath said. Read out the number from the second sheet.
"United Nations," the aide said. "They want witnesses."
"Third one, I don't know," McGrath said. "Area code is 404."