Note:
 
The Moro will have to pick up some wing brushes as this is a commodity that is rarely used by anyone else and not supplied accordingly.
 

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RPG:
 
Lieutenant Benson crosses her arms and looks down at Denver. “You don’t know what to say? How about thinking about saying something to that little black wing one over there (next to Moro). You dared thought that she is a harbinger of bad things to come, but yet if it were not for her, you all would be in jail for living in the abandoned train station that is about to go through construction to rebuild it. And if you did managed not to go to jail, where would you be sleeping? What would be eating, where would you get those things to eat? That girl is a sin filled harbinger of doom? She’s the one that saved your rear ends from certain hardship and doom. It is she you have to tell her something, not me. I’m just doing my job as told to me to get done by General Jastrey.”

Note:
 
The Shortfellows have saying:
(While holding up a piece of egg shell with a fingerprint on it) “We got evidence that Humpty Dumpty was pushed!”
 
Without proof of statement or evidence, making an allegation is nothing more that – an allegation. Without proof, an allegation is just a belief or blame of something happened even though it may not have. It is more than a simple superstition.
 
Somewhere at home I still have that egg shell…
 

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RPG:
 
Lieutenant Benson explains, “Moro can explain it better than I can because she was there when it happened, I only got the information from a second person, but that second person is General Jastrey herself.” She pauses a second to gather her words correctly, “In discussion about the recent rail connection to the southern town being restored today, talk of rebuilding the train station was discussed. That is when Jade stated that others - you - are living in the building of the train station. In knowing this, we had to figure out if it is true that you people are living there and what to do with you. Giving the options that are there, and decisions were made. Now, Jade could have kept her mouth quiet and said nothing and while she is enjoying a trip to Texas, you people would have been rounded up and arrested for trespassing. In saying that you live there, said that she cared enough to worry about your wellbeing and welfare in that she did not want to see you get arrested for trespassing. So you owe her. You all owe her.”

Note:
Interesting choice of words: “...living on what humans don't need.”
 
No matter how mutated one is, one is still human if they can still act and think like one. The only issues are the Mooks, as they are so mutated that they have de-evolved into something less than human and more like Homo Erectus of 2 million years ago.  To many they are not even considered as humans, but a lot less, lower than Wessens.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Homo_erectus
 
This starts a modern argument – Those with Zika Virus induced mutations, should they be allowed to live, grow and even procreate even though the results of such matings will produce more mutant children? This was an argument fought in court by two “mutants” back in the 1970s, a couple, both with Down Syndrome, who were more functional than most, wanted to marry and have children. But because they were institutionalized as things were back in the 1970s, their rights as “human beings” were limited by the mental institution. Except for the handicap Down Syndrome gives, they were as functional as anyone else.
 
Good news to some and them – they won their court case but with limitations. They were given a house, and lived under disability, and were monitored by the state. But it gave them the right to live a life like everybody else. Now because of this, people with Down Syndrome have normal or near normal lives depending on how their handicap affects them.
 
But Zika is even worse than Down Syndrome in terms of it’s the effects of the mutations. First off, it forces or changes the embryo development to create something that is like Homo Erectus in terms of its brain/skull shape and size with Microencephalitis. Furthermore certain areas of the brain are not well developed, thus the effected person can be deaf, blind, mute or any combination thereof. This is because, I believe, the genetic code to make Homo Erectus is not there because it has been replaced with the genetic code to make Homo Sapien long ago. Thus there is an incompatibility to finish a Homo Erectus individual and an obscure hybrid of both is created.
 
Medical Scientists have deemed those effected with the Zika Virus as sub-human, just like they did with those effected with Down Syndrome back before the 1970s. Thus the court battles have started (already in Brazil) about the rights of individuals effected with Zika Virus Induced Microencephalitis.
 

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RPG:
 
Lieutenant Benson tries to explain it to Denver, pointing to her back pack filled of things she needs, “The bag and everything inside it is your things. You are its owner, you do not want somebody else going through your things because they might take - steal them, do you? This is true of the others, they do not want anybody going through their personal things. Anybody caught going through your things, you want punished - somehow because they have disrespected, upset and maybe even stolen your things. The same with the train station - it was never yours to begin with, it was not a safe place to live in, it was not a house and it is definitely not a place to call home. If you are allowed to live there during the construction, would you be able to sleep while men with heavy machine work loudly around you? Would you be able to do what you need to do if the water and electricity was shut off? No you would not. Then when the station is open and the rains, people and cargo go through it every day and night, would you be able to live in it in peace? No you would not. You would not be living, you would barely be existing. Furthermore because of the last purge burning down the farms, there will be little food being thrown out during the fall and winter. You and your friends would not be able to gather the food like I seen you do earlier today. In short, you would starve during the winter. In starving, you would get weak, and even die. You want to go looking for food, even though you are weak? Chances are you would die in the snow. Do you want to die?” She lets those words sink in for the moment before she continues, “Life is a lot more than begging for scraps of food so you can have something to eat that night. It is doing the best you can in what you do in helping others. Like your Housemother taking care of the younger ones. That is doing something important with your life. Me, in being part of the military, I protect this town invaders and enforce the laws the Town Council passes, arresting criminals. Trespassing is a crime and anyone who trespasses is a criminal. You and everyone here are not criminals even though you were trespassing. So life is doing what you like to do to help others as long as you do not break the rules of society like the town. You may not understand this now, but you will in a year or two. Once you understand that, you will understand what life is. But you do need to understand that if it were not for Jade, you would still be back in that train station wondering where you are going to get your next meal or where are you going to sleep and hoping that no one attacks you during the night, that you would not be here with these ‘nice things.’”

Note:
 
Mutant or not, human is still human, with the exception of Mooks because they are too far gone in their devolution to be considered as such. But that does not make or break how one sees themselves, but there is a problem when one sees either superior or inferior to a human.
 
BTW- The time at this point is approaching 3PM, with it being more like 2:45PM. Meeting is at 5PM.
 

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RPG:
“It’s your obligation?” Lieutenant Benson asks. She continues, “How is it your obligation? You a rat, vermin, a Mook? Are you carrying a disease plague? Is it your job to go through garbage to find your dinner? You think it is normal to go out and beg like some dog for your food? You believe those wings make you any lesser that anyone in this town? Let me you tell you something and you better listen. And Listen Good.” She sides into her side belt pouch and slowly pulls out her combat knife and draws it to Denver’s face to show off the sharpness of the blade.

 
“When I was a girl as young as some of the young ones here, many parents had their children who became a Haibane had their child taken out someplace and have their wings cut off. It did not matter if those wings were grey, white, black, whatever. Wings were something that humans do not have and therefore wings were cut off. Now give 25 – 30 years, some parents did not their children to go through that, so they hid them. Some people became more accepting of wings and things that made them different from humans. Now, most mutants are accepted though some are not. Some can hide, most cannot. Now look.” Lieutenant Benson takes off her gloves and count, “One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six... Six fingers inside a five finger glove.” She puts the glove back on, “Six fingers on each hand, twelve toes. I’m different, so what? This does not make me go out to look for food in the trash. It does not make me beg for scraps of food that people are going to throw out. It does not make me better or worse than any other person. I am equal to anybody out there if not better because I have the training to do the service I do in protecting others and enforcing the law. I am not a rat, I am not vermin, I’m not a dog, I’m not carrying a disease plague. I do not go out searching the trash for food or go begging for it. I got a job, I do my work, I get paid for my work and I go buy my food like everyone else. If you do not see that you can do the same in putting a day’s work to get a paid for it so you can get food and a home to live in, you can go back to the train station and live with what you have on. I’ll take back those things given to you and return them back. And then when you get caught, you can spend your time in jail doing hard labor cleaning up the highways with the other criminals. You choice is that - do one or end up doing the other. There is no excuse for you finding excuses as how you think things should be, because look at you. Just look at yourself. You’re dirty, you smell, you got nothing to give to others unless it is you bending over and offering what you got as sex. You go out and beg, steal, and loot garbage to fill your empty stomachs. Is that a live to live? You better understand that there is a better life to live and if it were not for Jade speaking up to rescue you and your friends, you would still be there right now and not you crying about how nice these things are. And if you think this is nice, wait until dinner. Now the choice is still yours, stay with the group and all this is yours, or you walk back to the train station – alone and with nothing but what you are wearing – I’ll even drive you there myself. Which one shall it be? But after this – I do not want to hear it from you. Because if you open your mouth, I’m sending you back to that train station. There is nothing worse than an ingrate, and you are being ungrateful in what is being given to you by the goodness of many people and all you can think about is yourself.”
 
Lieutenant Benson looks at the Housemother and at Moro, “No more delays. Get everybody into the vehicle. We’re going to the camp.”

Note:
 
I'm getting that fixed right now. Such a comment from Denver is better said after getting her clothing from Mrs. Clean Laundry and Clothing Shop and not at the parking lot where there is nothing there. This would cause a slight minor delay.
 

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RPG:
 
The small caravan of vehicles belonging to Lieutenant Benson arrives into the parking area. In the middle of the parking area, a group of men from General Jastrey’s group are setting up the tent for the meeting.

 
She takes the small convoy and parks it along with Karl’s SUV. It catches Fernando and Maribelle’s attention.  Lieutenant Benson steps out of the SUV and sees them. Moro steps out with Jade, looking at the tent being set up. The others step out of the school bus with the Housemother and look around, some of the older kids knowing what this area is.
 
“Have you seen General Jastrey?” Lieutenant Benson asks.
 
Fernando points to the tank tread vehicle Kharkovchanka, “She’s in there.”
 
Lieutenant Benson sighs before answering, “OK, I’ll wait for her.”
 
“And who are you?” Fernando asks.
 
Lieutenant Benson replies, “I’m Lieutenant Benson. General Jastrey asked me to pick up those who were in the abandoned train station. And you?”
 
Fernando points to his shoulder patch, “I’m Fernando G. Rescuer and co-leader of this rag tag team.”
 
“It’s an honor to be in your presence, sir.” Lieutenant Benson says.
 
“Cut the hero worship.” Fernando tells her as the other gather around them to look at the tent being erected.
 
“But you were the one who ended the war with the Slavers.” Lieutenant Benson points out.
 
“I did not do it alone. General Jastrey and her men who were there had a hand in it as well.” Fernando tells her.
 
“You single handedly shot down two Zeppelins and blew up Biggus’ headquarters, causing them to surrender.” Lieutenant Benson points out.
 
“If it were not for the General and her men, I could not have done a thing. Many got hurt if not killed giving me the opportunity to do what I did. I did not do this alone.” Fernando tells her.
 
A voice joins in, “Remember that. This was a team effort. Without us, he could not have done what he did.” It was General Jastrey, looking a lot younger and healthier around her late 40s or early 50 and not her current age of early 70s who had a rough life.
 
“General Jastrey?” Lieutenant Benson asks.
 
“Something wrong?” General Jastrey asks.
 
“You look like a younger version of yourself.” Lieutenant Benson points out.
 
“I do?” General Jastrey pretends to look at her arms and hands, “It’s working then.”
 
“What’s working, sir?” Lieutenant Benson asks.
 
“Some classified medicine designed to rejuvenate a person to a younger age. But you are not to know that.” General Jastrey tells her.
 
“Why did you take it?” Lieutenant Benson asks.
 
“It was a risk I took, a 50-50 chance of it not working and possibly even kill me. But understand this: this medicine is for the Wessens to make them human again. I took it to see if it will affect a human and this was a possible effect thereof.” General Jastrey explains.
 
“Will regular people be given it?” Lieutenant Benson asks.
 
“No. Not yet at least. First it will be given to the wessens to turn them back into people. Then when that is done, will it be given to people. But it may not work on everyone, and even kill them. They need to know that, even the wessens. I’m just lucky that it worked on me the way it did.” General Jastrey explains.
 
A loud horn echoes as a roar of a large engine gets louder, and a large bus comes into view.

 
“Looks like their ride is here.” General Jastrey says, as the bus enters the parking area. She signals to her men to guide the bus and park it by the Kharkovchanka. As soon as it is stopped, the General turns to Fernando, “Let’s go check out what was done.” She then turns to Lieutenant Benson, “Lieutenant, once the tent is up, get the men inside, we will have a meeting when I am done inspecting the vehicle.”
 
Lieutenant Benson, “Yes Sir!”