what do you do when i come to your house?

Actually Mitch, having treated dozens of pets for glycol consumption, my wife would spot your poisoning attempt right away. While she treated the dog with an everclear IV, I would be busy locating the poison site and tracking you from there.

Knowing that this was not an accidental poisoning, I'd be waiting for you when you came. By the 2nd day we would have pulled out and headed for our fallback shelter and you'd be visiting an empty house.

But if you came to the fallback shelter, bring kevlar.

My sensors are passive.... otherwise the batteries wouldn't last five years. However, they're not just heat-differential monitors, as are most motion detectors these days. These are also motion sensetive. ANY light differential, like a cardboard slat moving along with an ice man blocking his heat signature behind it, would trip it off. Except obviously in cases of complete darkness. Keep in mind, I still have breach sensors on every opening of the house, and glass-break sensors mounted in every room. And the air-contaminant sensors, so you can't gas me out. wireless, so I wouldn't care if you set off the EMP bomb you keep next to your array of G3's in the garage next to your decommissioned MIG fighter.

Oh yeah, the dog's already blew your position. So stick that head up to shoot back.

ATGI; what a great post! You have organized and are taking the fight back to Mitch and his gay sidekick. Picking up from there....

I get the radio call from one of ATGI's contacts, they know where Mitch is, they have sighted him coming and going from a specific part of town three days in a row. They were going to kill him but they still need to know where he calls home. Why?

Well, if the guy is running a private prison for hot chicks, and we whack him, who is gonna let those nice ladies out? So I get the call to go to the big city, find Mitch and his lair, and cap the fuk.

Upon arriving, it becomes obvious there are a few people left in the city. Without the streetsweepers the streets have a light layer of dust and dirt building up on them. In some places there is trash strewn across the road, where it has tire tracks you can guess that someone has driven.

Under cover of darkness I set up on a rooftop of a mid-sized building to watch for Mitch. Not knowing what he looks like I wind up watching for 2 days, during that time I see the same four guys coming and going from a group of motel rooms. I can see where they have reversed the locks on the doors, and covered up the windows on some rooms, probably to keep the occupants in custody. I'm not 100% sure these are the same guys until I see them bring home a fresh trophy. When they all go into different rooms to play, I leave my perch and creep in closer where I have a better shot and cover. I call for other survivalists to secure the surrounding areas.

So you're surrounded Mitch. What'dya do now?