Dan didn't even want to know what happened to Fenway Park. He got the feeling Morse was holding out on him there, and probably for good reason. 

Joe was already muttering about killing every communist he could find.

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The meeting was the leadership of the larger bands or the entirety of a smaller band like theirs, riding in on the SUV. They'd packed the gear in there and drive, though not with the getaway vehicle from the killing. These days, the Vermont State Police patrolled two to a car and stuck to the highways, mostly due to desertions. The countryside was not, currently, under surveillance from aircraft or restricted for movement, but they had an old Toyota pickup fitted with off-roading gear to get them where they needed to go.

The countryside was no man's land for right now, with the operative philosophy being 'search and avoid' and 'don't observe and don't report' where the KGB didn't get much out of the Vermont State Police unless they were directly supervising and micromanaging, and micromanagement wasn't an efficient use of resources. There was an assumption that a similar dynamic prevailed in the more heavily occupied parts of the US where the Soviets had to do it themselves if they wanted it done, as there were few Americans that would willingly and enthusiastically cooperate with the commies...though Dan's brother was certainly one of them. Jeffrey Douglas seemed to be unwilling to disrupt his life and decided to go along with the Soviets, figuring perhaps that they would not dare to make extreme reforms in order to keep support. And he'd advise them on that.

But he didn't think of the family rat that much as they drove through the countryside. Instead, he kept his eyes sharp out for any trouble, watching the sky for aircraft and generally staying alert. But they managed to make it to the rendezvous point for the meeting, where they'd find things out. They were getting out of the SUV, Nari and the Giguere Brothers already started to unload when Dan leaned over for a quiet word with Joe, breaking his silence on the ride.

"Joe, this shit is gonna get real. I want you to promise me something. Whatever happens, if I am hit and I gotta be left behind, I want you to put me down. I don't think I can pull the trigger on myself and these KGB fuckers have a way of making you talk no matter what. I don't want to be a hostage. My mom won't understand, but my dad will."

Grim stuff, but practical.