Mason wasn"t happy. Bracker wasn"t either, he could tell. They had been stuck at Fort Bragg for days trying to convince them to send more troops up to investigate Salem, with little success.
Darvin had finally sent them on a new mission, this time with a military escort that neither Mason nor Bracker thought was necessary. There were promises made that an investigation was ongoing, but Mason found himself doubting the entire thing. They had flown into Sacramento where they had met with a pretty chilly reception. Bracker had refused additional men from the National Guard troops stationed in Sacramento, which seemed to piss off all the people involved.
Mason rode in the back of a canvas covered truck, re-packing his bag. Bracker came to sit next to him, his face tight. “Did Darvin tell you
