First, they fired up the Moore's combine and began harvesting wheat. Doug and Janet had decided to stay at the Moore place, so the generator and fuel ...anks were moved there. Junior was put to work driving a tractor hauling large wagon loads of wheat from the field to the large silos behind the Moore house.Carr had directed the fortification of the place, which he considered a snap. The house was a two story brick box, and old. The walls were brick three layers thick, not just a single layer. He had a tidy desk too; just one lot of papers was waiting for his attention.He owed it all to his new secretary, of course. She was the one who had organised all this.She arrived in the room without knocking, peering at George over the rim of her spectacles. "I think," she said in measured tones. "that work should really have started, shouldn't it Mr. Franks?"George looked up to return her quizzical stare with a bashful, "Yes, Miss Callow. I'll was just about to get on with it."Allison knew. He had planned thisinvasion. Tonight with the moon gone and the world covered in total darknessthey would strike. They would kill every man woman and child inside the walledvillage. Through his will the Orc General had taken a disorganized hordeand turned it into a killing machine. He had through strength of will, broughttogether clan armies and turned them in to a tool of his will "Tonight" thethought filled him as he watched the last rays of the dying sun… tonight… victoryover his peoples. Jean opened her mouth for Mark's inspection. "Let me see your tongue, bitch." he said. Jean extended her tongue. It was longer than usual for a small white woman. Mark approved and mused that two gold studs would enhance her future black lovers' pleasure, too.Mark stepped back, lit another marijuana cigarette, took a long drag and slowly, deliberately exhaled the smoke toward her face. Jean breathed in deeply, feeling the smoke sink into her lungs. Mark offered the marijuana cigarette to her.