“Cool, cool,” Nathan nodded. “Just let me know if you need a hand.”Edward smiled. “I’ll do that. Why don’t help Ginger set up the tents?”Nathan nodded eagerly. “I can do that.”Nathan shuffled away. Edward dragged the launch tube case from the truck bed andfastened it to his back. He adjusted his shades as he looked up the hill, the noonday sun causing him to squint despite the dark protection. The rise emerged from the pines, its bare crownperfect for a signal launch. He took a deep breath and plunged into the brush, briar vinesimmediately assaulting his legs as rabbits scattered before him.He was exhausted when he reached the hilltop. Atlanta filled his view, its battered skylinecrowded with sky cranes. The relief funds were finally trickling to the South. The Moderatesstated that the money would be distributed equally but that was far from true. The Northeast, aModerate stronghold, had been the first to receive its share; the South, the Conserves center, thelast. Edward was happy that his folks would finally see a better day. America would never be thesame but at least it would be stable.He set up the launcher then stepped away. The timer whined down then the chargeignited, shooting the flare high overhead. It exploded, releasing the red hue signaling a vaccinecaravan. He waited for the response, taking his canteen from his hip and sipping the stale water within. They would need plenty supplies before moving on. They would also need people. ThePlague was advanced among too many. Some were too weak to donate and others wouldsuccumb before they reached Birmingham. He was sad yet hopeful that Atlanta would providemore to fill the ranks. A blue flare streaked from the city center signaling the city’s response. Soon after ahelicopter rose from the launch site, a rectangular metal object dangling below it. It was atransition trailer, a safe house to facilitate communication between Edward and the MedicalLiaison. So there would be negotiations and most likely a trade. A good thing for his group but abad thing for the people involved.Edward waited atop the hill until the helicopter placed the trailer onto a nearby field. Hetook out his GPS and aimed it at the site. The device synced the coordinates, beeping as itcompleted. Edward scampered down the hill and trotted back to the truck. Nathan and Gingerlabored to set up the main tent, Ginger lagging about while Nathan did most of the work. She was really bad. Edward doubted if she would be able to give this time. She would insist but he would have to tell her no. He didn’t want to see her die in a donor chair.