Note: This is part 1 of the post.
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Entering their camper, Val finds Tonya seated by the dining area, holding Kitty in her arms. The kitten had fallen asleep.
“What’s going on?” Val asks.
“They’re sleeping now but they were up to something earlier. I found the place a mess and Kitty was locked up in the cabinet. I freed her, she was shaking and scared.” Tonya explains.
“Alright. I’ll talk to Fernando about Macey, and with Hondo about Zoey about this. For now, let them think they are getting away with what they did. Right now I got a lot to do.” Val explains.
“Need any help?” Tonya asks.
“Not really. Just keep an eye on those two and get ready to sleep yourself. Tomorrow is going to be a hard day.” Val points out.
“Alright...” Tonya says, then asks, “What about Kitty?”
“Take her to bed with you. She’ll be expecting to wake up next to you since you were the one whose arms she fell asleep in. I’ll make a bed for her to sleep out here in once things calm down.” Val explains.
“OK, I guess.” Tonya says.
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On the CB, Val explains to General Jastery that Fernando and Hondo contacted her to have Jason detained but cannot explain why as no exact reason was given. She arrives with several of her men to investigate the matter.
Though General Jastrey knows which vehicle to go too, she sees the large vehicle on tank treads in the parking lot.
Seeing the diversion, Val follows. General Jastrey climbs up on the rungs of the vehicle and knocks on the door. In about a minute a light is turned on, visible from the door’s window. The door opens as Val walks up to the vehicle, where she can see somebody in there.
“Captain Ivan in there?” General Jastrey asks.
An arm reaches over and helps General Jastrey in though Val heard a reply, “Captain Ivan is dead.” The door closes behind her. Val thinks but dismisses her thoughts. She waits for about five minutes before the door opens and General Jastrey steps out and climbs down the side of the vehicle.
“Thank you. We will be back in the morning to discuss details.” General Jastrey says before the door closes. She then steps up to Val, “What is this about having somebody arrested?”
Val explains that her ‘husband’ Hondo and Fernando told her over the CB airwaves to tell General Jastrey to detain Jason for questioning. Since General Jastrey was there when the girls were adopted, she had seen Val with Hondo as his ‘wife.’
“No other reason was given?” General Jastrey says.
“None.” Val says.
“I can’t arrest anyone without a good reason.” General Jastrey says.
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10 miles from town...
A bright flash on otherwise an empty highway signals a portal opening. A large double height, double hauling tractor trailer rolls out slowly on to the highway. It slows down to a stop on the side of the road.
“Any reason why we’re stoppin’, Jefe?” Hondo asks.
“You’re driving this mad puppy home. I’m taking Karl’s ride in. Just follow me in.” Fernando says as he twists the knob on his cane. Karl’s SUV materializes in front of the truck.
“Any reason why?” Hondo asks.
“I don’t want people asking questions about us pulling Karl’s ride from the trailer.” Fernando says, pulling down the CB mike from above their heads and turns on the CB radio. “Make sure it is on 38. See you in about 20 minutes.”
Hondo nods before Fernando steps out of the trailer. It only takes him a few seconds to get Karl’s SUV and turns on the engine and lights. Hondo shifts over to the driver’s seat of the tractor and adjusts the seat.
Fernando’s voice comes out of the CB Radio, “You ready in there?”
“Ready as I’ll ever be.” Hondo replies back.
“Then let’s roll.” Fernando says as Karl’s truck begins its drive.
Driving at about 30mph, they get into town in less than 15 minutes. Fernando parks Karl’s SUV where it belongs in front of its camper trailer. Hondo parks the double tractor trailer alongside Karl’s ride. Once it stops, Fernando gets out of Karl’s SUV and walks around to Hondo as he steps out the tractor trailer. Val, General Jastrey and her men walk towards them.
“You asked to have somebody arrested?” General Jastrey asks.
“I did.” Fernando answers her.
“On what charge?” General Jastrey asks.
“Highway Robbery. We go there to fix their truck and when we got the truck running, they attack us and have weapons drawn on us. They are lucky we did not kill any of them.” Fernando tells her.
“I see.” General Jastrey says, adding, “How far out were they? Past 10 miles out is no man’s land, our laws have no reach past that.”
“I see.” Fernando says as he twists the crystal on his cane, “Well, they were a lot more than 10 miles out.” Moro gets teleported from the rear trailer to the driver’s seat of the gas camper while no one notices.
“Then, sorry. I can’t arrest them. You can write up a complaint if you like in the morning.” General Jastrey explains.
“How about keeping a few guards here?” Fernando asks.
“I’ll have a few men come and go around here to keep an eye out on the riff raff.” General Jastrey says.
“Thanks.” Fernando tells her.
“Fernando, about your wessen...” Tom steps up to them.
“He’s not my wessen, but what about Karl?” Fernando asks.
“He’s in the hospital.” Tom says.
“They are giving him nothing for his injuries. I don’t even know if he has a bed.” Val throws in.
“I see. Who did this?” Fernando almost demands.
“Tiny, the bouncer at Herb’s bar, and several of his patrons.” Tom explains.
“Assaulting anyone goes against the treaty.” Fernando says.
“But he’s a wessen.” Tom points out.
“He’s a free person like you and I.” Fernando tells him.
“Wessens are not people.” Tom says.
“Let’s see you say that after I turn you into a Wessen.” Fernando tells him.
“You do not have that- *!” Tom begins to say but is suddenly silenced by an unseen cause.
“Just like I shut you up, I can turn you into a Wessen. No – I am not a spirit, but I am somebody who they fear. Now you can talk again but I would advise you to stay quiet. Get your men at Herb’s Bar and I will deal with this ‘Tiny’ Bouncer and his customers. Then I’m going to go get Karl from the hospital.” Fernando tells him as he stares him through his dark glasses, and a glow growing behind his dark lenses. “Now go. My patience is running thin.”
Tom and some of his friends leave, hopefully to warn Herb of Fernando’s arrival.
“I want no trouble in my town.” General Jastrey says to Fernando.
“I won’t make any trouble but I will defend myself if anyone dares to touch me.” Fernando tells her.
“I’ll hold you to that.” General Jastrey tells her.
“You can be there to witness it if you so like.” Fernando tells her as he does into his electric camper. He pulls out a leather pouch and some rubber gloves and gives it to Hondo. “Hold onto that. I’ll need it when we see Karl.”
“Alright.” Hondo replies as he takes the items.
“And back me up when I need it, otherwise, enjoy the show.” Fernando tells him.
“I most certainly will.” Hondo replies.
“Good. Let’s go.” Fernando says.
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Some 20 minutes later, Fernando and Hondo arrive at Herb’s bar with General Jastrey and her men. They walk to the bar, which has gotten suddenly quiet. With a limp in his step and aide of his cane, Fernando takes the bar stool directly in front of the bar tender. Hondo take the stool at his right with Val at his right, and General Jastrey takes the stool on the left.
“You Herb?” Fernando asks in a stern voice.
“What’s it to you?” Herb says to him, pressing a hidden button under the bar’s counter top.
“First of all, if Tiny touches me, I’m to make him cry like an ugly baby. And if any of your customers jump in, I’ll wreck this place like I did Biggus’ compound.” Fernando explains, as General Jastrey nods at Herb.
Tiny walks out, all 7ft 1in - 385 pounds of him - seeing Fernando talking shit to his ‘master.’ He does not care who it is, but when that bell is rung, Tiny takes care of business. Though in his many years bouncing people out the bar and winning money at Fight-Town, Tiny has never met like Fernando. No one in this time period has. He stands behind Fernando, waiting for his master’s command.
“Call him off, Herb, if you know what is good for you.” General Jastrey tells him.
“I fear no man out there.” Herb tells her, followed by as he points to Fernando, “Get him out my bar, Tiny.”
Tiny reaches forward to grab Fernando by his shoulder, only to find Fernando turned around facing him, then grabbing the thumb of his outstretched arm, and then pins it against his forearm. Tiny’s hand is huge compared to Fernando’s but once Fernando got leverage on his side, there is no escape. Fernando slowly gets up, pushing on Tiny’s arm to make him step back. A slight squeeze reminds Tiny as to who is in charge as pain that he has never felt before shoots up his forearm and wrist. A couple of Herb’s costumers get up with knives and chairs to put Fernando in his place, but getting within striking range did them no good as Fernando uses his cane like a Buddhist Monk of ancient times using an ancient Chinese Martial Arts weapon, cracking heads and breaking jaws while still holding on Tiny’s thumb against his forearm. True to his word, Tiny cries in pain like an ugly baby.
The sounds of many guns being pulled out is heard throughout the bar and sudden silence, with the majority pointing to the two idiots who dares aim theirs at Fernando. Both Fernando and Tiny see the two idiots with the guns drawn out and aimed at them.
“Let’s take a time out.” Fernando says as he taps on Tiny’s back and lets him go. He steps the few steps over the unconscious and moaning in pain bodies as he walks over to them. He points to their guns, “What the #$@! is this shit? You think you got balls because you got guns out?”
As he talks to them, Fernando relaxes the muscles in his hand until they are just the consistency of rocks in a sack. And if one ever got hit by a sack of rock, they know how much that hurts. In hearing what Fernando is saying, Hondo shakes his head as he puts away his firearm.
“I’m going to smack the both of you dumb #$@!s and there is nothing neither of you going to do about it.” Fernando finishes tells them. They begin to laugh.
“We got guns out and you’re going to smack us?” One of the two asks as they laugh.
“You got that right.” Fernando says as they step back and take aim to his head.
Before either one can say a word, there is a flash of light which was Fernando’s arm arcing across the distance between them, followed by the closest one of them crumpling to floor with a lot of blood coming out of his mouth, signifying that he broke his jaw. His friend looks at his fallen comrade in disbelief and awe.
Fernando looks at the remaining one left, “Care to see that in Slow Motion?” Then he repeats his action of twisting his body in a half circle’s arch, raising his relaxed hand to his head. The action takes less than a quarter of a second, with a force of getting hit in the face with a sack of rocks flying at high velocity. In short, the idiot standing there gets sent into unconsciousness without realizing what just happened. F=ma^2, which is Force equals the mass of his hand times the accelerating speed of the distance travelled squared; in short, a lot of force in the shortest amount of time. Looking at those two, he turns to the others around him, “Anybody left?”
Everyone just look at each other and shake their heads as some say “no” to answer the question.
“Good.” Fernando says as he steps up to Herb and pulls out his 007 knife, flicking it open to expose its 9 inch blade. He grabs Herb by his apron and cuts the draw strings with his blade and takes the apron. He flicks his blade closed and pockets it, then uses the apron to bandage up Tiny’s hand. Though nothing was broken or torn, pinning the thumb to the forearm leaves a lasting pain. As he ties up the bandage on Tiny’s wrist, Fernando comments, “I can use a guy like you. But you are better off here where you can do more good. Is that right, General Jastrey?”
General Jastrey is surprised to be asked that, answering, “Huh? Oh, yes. We can definitely use him for some good around here.”
“Good.” Fernando says, turning to Tiny, “You listen to General Jastrey and she will take care of you.”
Tiny nods in that he “ownership” is being transferred to another person.
Fernando walks back to Herb, “What is he: Mutant, Wessen, normal person with a gland problem?”
“Don’t know what he is...” Herb answers nervously.
“Then guess what. He’s a human, a person, somebody you cannot own as a slave or indentured servitude. Just like Karl is. Nobody owns him, he’s a free person even if he is a wessen. He was under my employment and care, and you put him into the hospital. Consider yourself lucky I’m not taking payment.” Fernando tells him.
“But wessens and mutants are lower than humans!” Herb lets out.
“Tom, go upstairs and get me a sex puppy, one who is not busy.” Fernando says to him.
“Will do.” Tom says as he runs up the stairs.
Fernando continues, “How can wessens and mutants be lower than humans when they come from humans? It was like long ago when people of power made laws against those with different skin color or hair type, because they thought them to be lower than themselves. It is not true. If Wessesn were lower than humans, then they would be animals, and sex with animals is a crime in the good book. So sex with a sex puppy would be a criminal act. And no woman in her right mind would want to love a man that has had relations with an animal. Am I right, General Jastrey?”
“Oh you’re very right on that.” General Jastrey replies loud enough to be heard.
Tom arrives with a cute looking bunny-type sex puppy, who was in practically naked as her lingerie was so thin and smooth that it was literally see through. He brings her over to Fernando.
“Here, you’re now his.” Tom says to her as he forces her to kneel.
“She’s a free person, Tom.” Fernando tells her, and then turns to the bunny sex puppy, “What your name, Miss?”
“Uhm... err... Aimiee.” The girl replies.
“I’m sorry to use you like this but people need to learn.” Fernando says to her as he lifts up his came and twists the crystal on the top of the cane. Aimiee nods her head. He turns back to Herb, “Look and learn.”
Putting the crystal to Aimiee’s forehead, it begins to glow, followed by Aimiee’s body beginning to glow brightly, with the smell of ozone filling the bar. After a minute, Fernando pulls away his cane from Aimiee’s forehead, making the lightshow suddenly stop. Still kneeling, Aimiee is now a human in form and appearance of one in her late teens. Everyone looks at her in awe.
“Jaimie?” General Jastrey calls to her.
“You know her?” Fernando asks.
“She’s my granddaughter. She disappeared a few years back! How is this possible?!!” General Jastrey says and asks.
“Something Karl told me, about many, not all, wessens used to be humans and were forced to go through a change to become wessens by ‘men in dark glasses and white coats.’ Many of them were kidnapped and forced to undergo through this change, and then sold to ‘men with power.’ Problem is, what I did only reveals who she was before she became a wessen, she needs to be turned back into the wessen she is or she will be dead before morning.” He explains for all to hear. He then turns to Aimiee, raising his cane towards her forehead “Sorry, but I have to turn you back.”
Aimiee nods. Fernando places the crystal of his cane to her forehead. Upon contact, the lightshow begins, lasting as long as it did before. When it is over, Aimiee was back in her wessen form. General Jastrey steps up to her, kneels with her and holds her.
“Herb, you are under arrest for promoting the prostitution of minors! Tom, go find some clothes for your cousin here and the others, and arrest what men having relations with the sex puppies you find upstairs.” General Jastrey tells them.
“You can’t be serious!” Herb yells out before General Jastrey’s men grab him.
“Shut up Herb. You are the first of many places I am going to close down. How could you, even your own daughter disappeared, and she could be a wessen sex puppy and here you are, probably selling her for services. You get me sick.” General Jastrey tells him. She then orders her men, “We need more people here, go and get our men, we’re shutting this place of filth and ill repute down. Bring the wessens and the sex puppies to my office for proper processing and identification, and these scumbags can rot in the holding cells.”
One of General Jastery’s men walks up to Fernando with a leather pouch stuffed with gold coins and old world money. It also had Herb’s firearm – an old Colt revolver. Fernando points to Hondo, “I don’t need the money but give the gun to my friend.”
“Take the money, it will pay for Karl’s hospital bill.” General Jastrey tells him.
“Val told me that paid for Karl’s hospital bill, but they gave her a hard time and did not a allow her to see him. She was told that wessens were lower than scum.” Hondo says.
“Is that so? I’ll take care of that right now.” General Jastrey tells Hondo, “Let’s go see Karl.”
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