Jake and Stanley were walking together on their patrol duty. Jake heaved a sigh. Training wasn't going so well. It was Kansas, so most of the men knew how to handle a gun, but there were a few who didn't. It was also difficult getting them to follow orders. Jake's patrol had tried to shoot a few turkeys, seeing as it was almost Thanksgiving, but they had no luck. As Jake and Stanley reached Stanley's truck, parachutes began falling from the sky. They drove off to see what was being dropped.

The parachutes were attached to pallets of supplies from China. Everyone was gathering on Main Street, bringing the pallets in. Johnston walked out of his office and met Jake and Stanley. "Jake! Did you get a good look at those planes?"

"The jets were MIG 19s, the bombers looked like Antonovs."

"You know your planes," said Hawkins.

"My grandfather made sure of that."

"Since when do we let foreign planes fly through our airspace?" Eric asked.

Hawkins replied, "It happened only once, Italy patrolled the border after 9/11."

"And Italy is an ally. But Russia, China, I imagine the last contact we had with them were those two missiles we saw a few weeks back," Johnston said.

"We can't give out this food," Jake said.

"What? Why?" Eric demanded.

"How do we know it's safe? What if this is the second wave of the attacks, wait 'til we get hungry and poison our food supply?" Jake responded.

"Who would do that?" Gail said.

"A smart enemy," replied Johnston.

Despite the concern, the town was practically rioting over the supplies. Gray leapt up and grabbed something out of a box. He unwrapped it and took a bite.

"All that proved is that you're clinically stupid," Johnston told him. "Maybe, if you're still breathing this time tomorrow, we'll distribute the food."

As Johnston had the food moved into Gracie's store, Gray stood among the crowd, stirring up contention, as usual.

Mimi appeared with a message from Stanley-one of the parachutes had dropped a generator. By the time Jake and Mimi made it back to Stanley's, Jonah's men had made off with the generator.

Johnston and the deputies headed off to confront Jonah about it. Emily had seen them leave and decided to take matters into her own hands. She snuck into the compound and stole the truck that the generator was loaded on, driving right over the gates.

Once back in town, Jake went on a mission to find her. "What the hell where you thinking?" he shouted when he found her playing pool at Bailey's.

"That you could've gotten killed and Jonah wouldn't have hurt me."

"What about Mitchell-he almost shot you. We almost shot you."

"Jake, when we were in high school you would've been right there with me."

"We're not kids anymore!"

"Come on, Jake. You think you're the only one who can play hero?"

Jake shook his head and sighed in exasperation.

He left Bailey's looking a little stormy. Heather ran up to him. "Hi!" she said cheerily.

"Oh, hey," he said, trying to shake off his bad mood.

"What's wrong?" she asked, taking his arm.

"Emily did something incredibly stupid, that's all."

Heather gave a half-smile. "And you never do?"

"That's different," he began. Seeing the look on her face, he gave up and changed the subject. "So, do you have any plans for Thanksgiving?"

She shook her head. "The past few years I've been playing musical chairs, spending the holidays with the other teachers and their families. But since there's no school, I haven't spent much time with anyone."

"Come over to our place," Jake said. "I can't promise it'll be fun, but you're welcome."

Heather's smile lit up her face. "Sounds great. I'd love to."

Jake and Eric were at Bailey's finishing up unloading the supplies.

"Do think we should keep these parachutes? They're trashed," Eric said.

"Why not? You could make some of those pants you used to wear in high school." Jake was folding one up when he found something sewn into the edge.

"What is that?" Eric asked.

"I don't know, but I know who to ask." He rounded up his father and Hawkins.

"It's an RFID, radio frequency identifier. They're used for tracking inventory, mostly by big global companies, and one military," Robert Hawkins explained.

"China?" said Eric.

"No, ours."

"Let me get this straight," Johnston interjected. "We're talking Vietnam era planes flying through Kansas airspace doing a Chinese drop using U.S. Air Force equipment to do it?"

"Sounds about right," Hawkins said, nodding.

Jake was helping his mother set the table for dinner. Eric had decided to spend Thanksgiving alone with Mary Bailey. Jake was slightly relieved. The tension between Eric and April lately had been incredibly uncomfortable.

There was a knock at the door. Gail answered. "Heather! Come in, sweetheart."

"Sorry I'm late," Heather said. "I was trying to find something to bring."

"Don't worry about it," Jake said. "I'm glad you could make it."

Gail handed Jake the napkins. "Here, put Heather next to you…"