I stand out on my porch as I watch four wheeler’s after four wheeler’s arrive at the place. Not really my place, but we needed it to be desolate so no one would know what we are doing. About 12 people in total show up. I know them very well from the resume’s they sent me. We head to the living room in silence and we all sit down. After a minute, I speak.

“You all know why your here.” I look across at their faces. Some look expectant. Other’s look impatient. And few looks suspicious. I take a deep breath and take out my blueprints.

“Here’s the plan. We’ve suffered long enough. I know you all want justice as bad as I do for how they’ve wronged us. And I assure you, justice we

I lay out the Plan across the coffee table and everyone leans in, whispering among themselves.

“We’ve let them step all over us for far too long. They’ve hurt our businesses. Our homes. Our families. This is our chance to take it back.”

They whisper some more before someone stands up.

“Do you really believe this will work? Or will more innocent people be hurt by this rebellion?”

Everyone looks at me expectantly.

“…There will always be losses in revolution. You can back out still.”

Everyone goes silent. The individual looks at me and slowly sits down.

“Very well. Tomorrow, we will en act our plan. Be prepared.”