text: "Major, I'm going to help out with the leadership team."
  
  The major nods and replies, "Fair enough, we need good men there. Go on over to building C, out the door and to the right."
  
  Jim headed out the door and easily spotted the large warehouse building with a large letter C on the wall. He went in through the main door. Inside the room was indeed a large warehouse, but with cubicles set up as far as the eye could see. The place looked like an accountant's nightmare with messy desks, some smashed computers, and papers all around the place. The first five cubicles had people working in them, but the rest were completely empty. The place smelled like sweat and garbage.
  
  As soon as Jim walked in, one of the people at the desks jumped up and said, "Hey! Who are you?" His hand quickly moved to the sidearm on his side while the other workers stopped working and looked up.
  
  Jim held his hands up to show that he was unarmed and replied, "Easy now. I'm Jimmy Thompson. The major sent me over here to help out with the leadership team."
  
  The other man visibly relaxed and held out his hand to Jimmy saying, "Ah, that's good. Things are crazy around here. I'm Sargent Wilkins, 22nd Support Division. I was stationed here before all this craziness, so I guess I'm sort of in charge while we figure out what's going on. We still don't have power here, so we're trying to find what information we can in these old printed records. Before the power went out, we managed to dump some piles of data, but we didn't get a chance to sort it. Come on over, I'll show you what we're doing."
  
  Jim thought to himself, "This doesn't look much like a leadership team, this looks more like the paper-pusher team. But if it helps get this country back on track, I'm going to support it."
  
  He followed the Sergeant to the tables and worked with him, sorting through the papers. They were currently trying to identify locations for potential food sources, and which areas around Helena were to be annexed. Jim asked him about the annexation plans.
  
  "Well, we're trying to help set up a new American government. We're identifying which areas would be easier to obtain and hold so that we can ensure we get off to a good start. I'm sure once we've got a good base of people, we will be able to expand out until one day we've got the entire old United States back together again. In the meantime, we know we're going to run into some pockets of resistance, and we want to identify those early and either avoid them or take them out, depending on the threat and depending on the resources that might be available. You can see the big plans over there on that map."
  
  Sargent Wilkins pointed over to a wall where there was a large map of the area around Helena. He walked over and looked at it where another man was drawing a few more lines. The map included all the roads, cities, towns, and also geographic features. Much of the area around Helena was marked "New America." Some of the areas to the south were marked in red. He followed the map back to his small hometown and saw that area was marked in yellow. He called over to Wilkins, "Hey, what are these colors for?"
  
  "They indicate where we're going and what we're doing next. The areas in green are areas we already control as part of New America. The red areas are areas that we either don't want, or are so dangerous there's no point in trying to take them until we're stronger. The yellow areas are the target areas -- they have something we want, usually supplies or food, and we're pretty sure we can conquer them with the forces we have now."
  
  "Conquer them?"
  
  Wilkins laughed and continued, "Well you don't think most of those places are just going to give us their supplies and food willingly, do you? I mean sure, we'll walk in and ask them to join us, but if they don't, we will be prepared to force them. In most cases, those places have more than they need, and we need their supplies to feed all the people in cities like Helena. It's not like we're going to carpet-bomb them or anything, we're just making sure that everyone is going to do their fair share."
  
  Jim nodded and said, "Oh, that makes sense." He thought to himself, "I'm sure Ma and Pa would like to help others, so I don't imagine there'd be any problems with them joining New America."
  
  > Jim should leave the plans alone and continue to do his job, after all, each town needs to do their share to help out in this new world.
  Jim starts looking over the plans. As he does, a few others show up to report to him, and he gives instructions to prepare for the movements. He works with men to determine the number and types of trucks that will be needed, and also to coordinate space in the trucks to bring back supplies. He has to balance the need to take arms and ammo with the need to have space to bring back the supplies to the city.
  
  He works with some others who bring in maps and discuss fuel supplies and how they can move the number of men required. He helps to plan the directions the trucks will take and how long they will be in the field. He hears about the limited supply of batteries for field radios, and the availability of very old field radios that can operate with hand cranks and off truck battery power.
  
  As they finish making the plans, Jim takes a deep breath and prepares to depart on the assault.