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Marinette, Michigan
October 23rd 2032
The van turned onto a one lane, rutted road and headed into the forest. A mile in they found the ramshackle log cabin. As soon as the van stopped, Saul’s men deployed to reconnoiter the area before going inside.
“Who owns this place?” Saul asked.
“I told you, Nick Moore says it belongs to one of the bad guys.”
“And?”
“And that’s all he said, other than he is a contractor for the Coast Guard. We should look around for clues.” He brightened. “We’re looking for clues, I love looking for clues, what will we find, that's the big question.”
Saul’s team reported the area clean and the cabin open. “Sir, you’re not going to believe this place,” said Matthew, the van driver. “It’s a freaking gun museum. The guy who lives here has a 19th century long b
