Ruth, Joanna and Tonya look over the items Fernando and Hondo brought from the market in Fight Town. Some fresh vegetables, a slab of (Kosher, aka non-pork) meat, some large fruits similar to apples, a large Giant Mutant Chicken Egg, a couple quart bottles of milk, and a bag of flour. In another bag was some pastries and a large cake in a box at the bottom. The last bag was a couple cases of Sweet Water (sodas), enough for everyone to have at least one.
 
“What so you think?” Tonya asks.
 
“I’ll figure something out.” Ruth says, “But first let’s get the sheep girls together so they can prepare the vegetables for cooking.”
 
Joanna points out, “I think we got a couple boxes of rice we can throw into this.”
 
“We do. Go get them.” Ruth says. Joanna leaves to get the rice.
 
“What’s the plan?” Tonya asks.
 
“Nothing fancy, just simple delicious food: Rice with Stewed meat and vegetables over it. Rice with stewed vegetables for the wessens except you and Zoe since the both of you can digest meat but they cannot. I’ll ask Fernando or Hondo about the cake, sodas and pastries.” Ruth answers. She then states, “Now, about a kitchen...”
 
“You can use the one in our camper, and the one in Fernando’s Dub Box, plus we got an open grill I can pull out from the trailer.” Tonya says.
 
“Should be enough.” Ruth says. She adds as Joanna returns with two boxes of rice, “Get the kitchens and the grill ready, I’ll get the wessen sheep girls to come prepare the vegetables. Joanna – check that bus over there with the children in it, see what they need and can put into the pot.”
 
“Will do, I’ll get the teens to help out as well.” Joanna replies.
 
 
In a couple minutes Joanna has the teens sweeping up the area as Tonya gets up the open grill and kitchens for cooking and Ruth explains to the wessen sheep girls how to prepare the vegetables for the night’s meal. As always, Maribelle makes her presence known and to cause a ruckus.
 
“What’s going on and why you have my Teri doing kitchen work?!!” Maribelle walks into the group.
 
Ruth steps up to Maribelle with Joanna and Tonya behind her, “Everybody does something to put into this group or they do not eat. Teri is doing her job in that. You’re doing nothing. Find something to do if you want to eat.”
 
Maribelle looks at them, and then around the area before returning to looking at Ruth, “What is there to do?”
 
“Go get Karl and Marvin and come back here. Then I’ll give you a pull cart with some empty water jugs to fill, you three will be getting a lot of water we will need for this. It should not take you long to find the water, fill the jugs and come back with the water.” Ruth tells her.
 
Maribelle concedes to the request, asking, “Where’s Marvin and Karl?”
 
“They are by Karl’s truck.” One of the twin sheep girls says.
 
“Alright.” Maribelle says before leaving the area.
 
Tonya and Joanna step out of the area to get the pull cart and the empty jugs of water. In a couple of minutes Maribelle returns with Marvin and Karl. Tonya hands over the handle of the pull cart to Maribelle. In a couple of minutes Maribelle was gone with the male wessens in search of the water; Karl and Marvin already know where water was accessible at some spigot at the far end of the parking lot. In the least it was a long walk going there and coming back.
 
As they gathered their water, they notice a small group of medium and large vehicles gathering not too far away from the spigot. The group consisted of 1 tractor trailer, a couple of medium sized vehicle campers similar to Ruth and Joanna’s camper, and a few pick-up trucks with capped off beds; each of them hauling a trailer appropriate in size to their vehicle, with the tractor trailer hauling what looks like a tear-drop camper 5X the size of a typical tear-drop camper. Maribelle studies the group as they gather themselves together in their spot while Karl and Marvin fill up the water jugs.
 
“Ms Maribelle?” A deep almost goofy voice calls to her. She does not respond, prompting to be called again. Still not responding as she studies the group, she gets a slight shove along with her name being called, “Ms Maribelle!”
 
She turns to face them, “What do you want?!!”
 
“We’re done filling the water jugs.” Marvin points to the jugs in the pull cart.
 
“Oh.” Maribelle says. She gives the group one last look before saying, “Let’s get them back to camp.”
 
In a few minutes they return to the camp with the water.
 
“It’s about time!” Ruth tells Maribelle as she returns with Karl and Marvin.
 
“It’s a long walk to the far side of the lot!” Maribelle complains.
 
“Whatever. Karl, Marvin, Tonya will tell you where to take the water too.” Ruth tells them.
 
“Come on boys, follow me.” Tonya tells them. They follow her.
 
“Anything else you want me to do?” Maribelle almost mocks Ruth authority.
 
“Yeah. Show me where you got the water.” Ruth tells her.
 
“Follow me.” Maribelle tells her.
 
They both walked from between the campers and past Karl’s truck that was blocking off the parking spaces to the open area of the parking lot. Maribelle was about to continue to take Ruth to the spigot but Ruth injects.
 
“From right here, point where it is.” Ruth tells her.
 
Maribelle points to as close to the area where the spigot was at the far end of the parking lot, “It’s over there, a pipe and spigot sticking out from the ground.”
 
“Hmph... OK” Ruth says to herself before turning to Maribelle, “OK. After dinner and clean up, I need you and the guys to refill the water jugs again so we can have water for breakfast. Tomorrow I need you to take the guys with you and explore this lot; that cannot be the only access to water in the whole place. Think you can do that?”
 
“I can.” Maribelle replies.
 
“Without Teri.” Ruth says.
 
“What do you want with my wessen?” Maribelle lets out.
 
“She’s a free person, no longer your property. Unless you are going to care for her, she is no longer your slave. But if you want to know, I’m making sure that the girl wessens can cook and tend to themselves and their needs.” Ruth tells her.
 
“She knows how to cook simple things.” Maribelle says.
 
“She needs to cook more than simple things. She needs to cook like a wife should for her man, or in your case, cook for you if you are going to keep her. But she is no longer your slave. Got that?” Ruth tells her.
 
Maribelle nods, “I got it.”
 
“Good.” Ruth says. Her tone changes, “Look, I’ll be the first to admit that we do not like each other, but we are now in the same boat with both our families being purged. If we work together to get things done, then maybe we can all get through this.”
 
“We Jenkins never needed help from anybody.” Maribelle tells her.
 
“Neither did we McDonalds.” Ruth tells her, “But that was before the purge.”
 
“I swear, I would like to find out who started the purge this time, so I can...” Maribelle begins.
 
“Do nothing.” Ruth interrupts her. “At least you, like my family and me, were rescued. Look at those who never had this chance, they are either dead or worse as slaves in some far way town.”
 
“I intend to return and rebuild.” Maribelle says.
 
“That would be nice if we could. But you are not your father and you are not on the town council and you do not have the influence he has. Just like us.” Ruth explains.
 
“My deal with General Jastrey is that they will rebuild the farm for me while I am gone and when I return, I will retake what is mine.” Maribelle tells her.
 
“Good luck to that. There is nothing here for us, so we won’t be returning, we’ll make a new home someplace out there.” Ruth tells her.
 
“Reconsider. I’m going to need somebody like you to help continue where our parents left off.” Maribelle tells her.
 
“We’ll see.” Ruth replies.

As they wheeled Valentine over to the large machine at the center of the room a small group of people gathered in the darkened balcony to watch the procedure.  
 
Valentine shook with fear as as she the gurney pass over the grooves in the concrete floor. Her mind raced as she begged heaven for a savior.  The gurney stopped abruptly and the sheet that had covered her was ripped off and thrown to the floor. She was roughly picked up by the wessen attendants and one half tripped and almost dropped her, barely righting himself and digging his claw like fingernails deep into her leg.  
 
Doctor: Watch it you clutz! Drop her and you will be in there again! If you're lucky it will kill you. If you're not lucky . .  
 
The wessen swallowed hard.
 
Wessen 1: Yes, sir. Sorry, sir. It won't happen again, sir.
 
Doctor: See that is doesn't.  
 
The air in the room felt cold but there was a constant flow of cold air in the machine that gave Valentine goosebumps over her whole body and made her shiver worse than before. The one wessen attendant who had her feet let them down easily as the other one wrapped her in a bear hug from the front to hold her upright. As the one held her upright the other helped set her into a half seat like apparatus and fastened a wide leather strap around her high on her waist. As the one attendant fastened the strap he growled at his compatriot.
 
Wesson 1 (half whispered): Do you have a #$@!ing erection?!?
 
The other wessen giggled
 
Wesson 2: Her nipples could cut glass! And I've not felt or seen such perfect globes in a long time.
 
Wessen 1: Knock it off! you want me in here next??
 
Wessen 2: I can't help it.
 
Wessen 1: Well, stop #$@!ing groping her and secure that arm! I've been done with that waste belt for almost a minute here.
 
The attendant smirked and snorted as he secured her wrists as the other one secured her feet.
 
Wessen 2: Well you were down there long enough. Cop a feel of that fine kitty of hers?
 
Wessen 1: None of your damned business!
 
Wessen 2: That means yes. How was it?
 
The other attendant growled as he turned towards the door.
 
Wessen 1: Get your mind out of the #$@!ing gutter and work.
 
They headed to the gurney, one unlocked the wheels while the other picked up the sheet that they had dropped earlier.
 
Wessen 2: I've seen you "watching" the patients in the recovery room. your head was "in the gutter" so to speak.
 
The other wessen attendant was about to answer back when someone else cleared their throat. Both their heads snapped to see the doctor standing there. their eyes opened wide with shock.
 
Doctor: Are we quite done?
 
They both looked at the floor before answering.
 
Wessen Attendants: Yes sir.
 
Doctor: Good.
 
They started to turn away.
 
Doctor: Oh, one more thing.
 
They stopped dead in their tracks.
 
Doctor: Now that I know about your activities  . . .  
 
The first attendant spun around with a scared look on his face.
 
Wessen 1: Please, sir. Not the machine! I'll not do it again.
 
Doctor: No machine, and please, don't stop your activities for me. I think we will just have to come to an . . . understanding.
 
Wessen 1: Sir?
 
Doctor: Unless its a special patient like this one feel free to . . pursue your  . . activities. In exchange for my silence to my superiors and my arranging . . alone time for any special interests you may have you do what I say, when I say, and report to me only. Otherwise . . .
 
Wessen 1: The Machine?
 
Doctor: No. Otherwise I'll produce evidence that I caught you in lewd act with unconscious, valuable patients and if its your word against mine... well...
 
Wessen 1: I understand, sir.
 
Doctor: Very well. Wait in the other room until the procedure is done.
 
Wessen 1: Yes, sir.  
 
Doctor: oh, and welcome to my team.
 
The wessen just nodded. he turned back to the gurney when his buddy had stayed, agreeing with everything at a distance. As soon as they made is several paces away the second whispered to the other.
 
Wessen 2: Dude, you're #$@!ed.
 
Wessen 1: You're #$@!ed too, you dumb ass. you heard everything. you think you get out of it since he wasn't breathing that dragon breath in your face.
 
Wessen 2: Damn.
 
They made their exit, glad to be away from the doctor for a bit. Unfortunately the "freedom to explore their passions" they just received wasn't met with any joy; Only fear and trepidation.  
 
 Meanwhile the doctor entered the machine and was joined by a med tech who appeared to be some raccoon cross wessen. The doctor fastened various sensors on Valentines naked body while the med tech started several IV tubes. 2 IVs were connected to drip bags that she started immediately. 5 others were connected to pneumatically operated syringes, four containing a swirling metallic purple looking goo and one with a clear liquid. once they had completed that the med tech attached several large cables from the machine with straps to various spots on her body as the doctor secured her head with a vice like cage and sensor array. he moved the sensor, carefully securing the screws that held them in place to her temples. As they finished up the med tech shot and orange liquid into the IV drip bags as the doctor secured a breathing mask to her face. Once complete the doctor did a quick double check and nodded with satisfaction.
 
Doctor: Good work.
 
Med Tech: Thank you, Doctor.
 
They walked around the back side of the machine, out of site of the balcony to check the connections. As soon as the doctor was sure all was good he turned to the med tech. Moving in close he stuck his hand up her skirt, grabbing a handful of her coochie in the process. He leaned in and whispered in her ear.
 
Doctor: My room. Two hours. Bring wine and cheese. Wear . . . nothing.
 
The med tech swallowed and answered in a shaky voice.
 
Med Tech: Yyyes, Doctor. It will be done.
 
The doctor nodded and he let her go and swatted her ass.
 
Doctor: Good. see that it is, my pet.  
 
He walked off towards the console to check over the instruments. The med tech looked at the floor as she walked slowly behind him. she held her left arm with her right hand, hugging herself tightly. The thought of being violated by that man again made her feel sick. She had scares from the only time she had refused him. She dare not refuse him again. It had been a long time since she had begged heaven for a savior as she had long ago given up hope. She stood by as the doctor checked over everything and once he was satisfied he nodded and sent her away. He turned to the crowd in the balcony. The low light only let anyone on the theater floor see outlines, not faces. their sinister presence was accented by the smoke that filled the air from their cigars, pipes, and hookahs.  
 
The doctor looked around at the silhouettes and keyed a microphone attached to a PA system.
 
Doctor: Esteemed leaders, We are once again spitting in the face of god as we seek to make ourselves gods. Though immortality has evaded us thus far we have made great leaps in making mankind stronger, faster, tougher, and we have greatly extended life, but I believe we have only scratched the surface. After several less than successful attempts I believe we have cracked not only the triple species conversion but we have also cracked a method of which we can specify what traits from which species a subject will be endued. This has only been possible with one species and two traits thus far. today we will take 2 to three traits from three different species and imbue the subject these specific traits. your hand bills outline exactly what species and characteristics we will seek to imbue this subject with today. Afterwards she will be a versatile creature, as she will be the perfect sex partner, be a prolific breeding machine who will recover from every pregnancy as if she had never bare a child before. She will also be able to act as a body guard, be obedient to a master and whomever he or she designates without question, loyal even to her own mutilation and/or death, and free of personal desires other than those of the master. She will eat, breath, love, breed, work, and die for her master alone. If successful the opposite will be successful.  We shall then have the ability to make ourselves near perfect, near god like. powerful master while we have the perfect slave companions. If you, my honored, are ready we will begin.  
 
A large figure in the front center stood up, pointed the top of his cane forward and nodded.
 
Doctor: Very well, shall proceed.
 
Two human  came through a door under the balcony and joined the doctor at a large console. He looked at them both.
 
Doctor: Gentlemen, begin the procedure.
 
The two assistants started entering data on key pads. The lights in the room dimmed while the light in the machine changed to a reddish hue. the chamber  door closed and sealed tightly. The doctor started the chamber filling with an inert gas, forcing the oxygen out, while one of the assistants monitored the oxygen flow to Valentine via the mask they had put on her. The other monitored her vitals at the atmosphere in the room changed.The one assistant, Bill, looked at a monitor looked away then did a double take.
 
Bill: Frank, whats the breathing rate look like.
 
Frank: Higher than it should be, Bill.  
 
Bill: Doctor, I think she's awake.
 
Doctor: Impossible! She has enough tranquilizer pumped into her to stop five rampaging, giant mutants!
 
Valentines eyes opened for a moment as sh tried her bonds.
 
Frank: Doctor, look!
 
Doctor: #$@!! How? its just not possible!
 
Bill: We need to shut down.
 
Doctor: No!  
 
Bill: But the pain will be excruciating!  
 
Doctor: This is too important, as are our spectators. She's tied down. Let her scream. Might be quite the show.
 
The doctor grinned evilly. Bill swallowed hard as Frank just shook his head and went back to work. Valentine tried to struggle against her bonds but her limbs still felt so heavy and she was strapped in too well. On top of all that she felt like she was freezing.
 
Frank: Oxygen out.
 
Doctor: Start phase two.
 
Bill nodded and pressed a button. The plunger on the syringe with the clear liquid slowly depressed, filling her veins with the concoction. A warmth spread out from within her body, as if she was filled with an extremely warm liquid. She started to sweat and shiver at the same time.
 
Frank: Phase two complete.
 
Doctor: Initiate gyros.  
 
Frank pressed a button and slowly turned a large knob. Two rings spun out from the ring that was around her, they stopped when they were 90 degrees apart, crossing at the top and bottom, forming a sort of sphere around her.  Bluish laser like lights shown around the inside of the rings and grew with intensity until they seemed to spark with static electricity. The rings began to spin opposite directions of each other, faster and faster until all that was seen was a bluish electric orb around her. occasionally small bolts of light would jump from the orb and hit her causing her body to jerk.
 
Frank: Gyros at 75,000 and stable.  
 
The machine hummed along, whirring loudly but not too loud.
 
Bill: Heart and breathing rate increasing but well within norms.
 
Doctor: Set electrodes to setting D, 25% strength.
 
Frank pressed a button and nodded.
 
Valentine's body went mostly rigid, only certain muscles twitching occasionally.
 
Frank: Frequency locked in, Ready for final phase.
 
Doctor nodded: Start injections and secondary frequencies setting J, 38% power.
 
Frank got to work changing the settings. What looked like miniature green bolts of lightning ran up and down Valentines body causing her eyes to nearly roll back in her head as her body core flexed with a steady rhythm. The metallic purple goo entered her body and the reaction between that and the green bolts caused her body to seem to glow a pink glow, her bones visible at times as black outlines.
 
Frank: Something's not right.
 
Doctor: Turn Frequency one to K and go 40%; Second to P and 60%
 
The lights changed and her body pulled against the bonds harder.
 
Bill: Her vitals are spiking.
 
Doctor: Keep monitoring, she is not red lining yet.
 
Frank shook his Head: Doc, Her body is fighting us.
 
The doctor growled: Increase dosage, go to M, 55%, W, 76%, and increase speed to 87,000!
 
The orb changed to a purple hue and Valentine started to glow almost white. The machine when from a loud whine to a roar. The Doctor and his assistants almost had to yell to hear each other.
 
Frank: We are running out of the mixture and there is no change! she should have changed by now, at least part of her should have!
 
Doctor: #$@!, I've never seen the like . . .
 
Bill: Sir, shes red lining! We need to shut down, NOW!
 
Doctor: No! I'm not giving up!  
 
Bill: She will die!
 
Doctor: #$@! her! She will either change or die! Give her the last of the mixture! First to setting Q 90%, second to Z and 110%!
 
Bill: But sir!
 
Doctor: do your job or get the #$@! out!!
 
Bill looked back at his monitors, as he knew what would happen if he left.
 
Doctor: Increase voltage to electrodes!
 
Valentine's body thrashed at her bonds and she left out a piecing scream. The pain was too great for her to handle though and she passed out. Her ears appeared longer, like a rabbit for a moment then disappear, fur appeared and seemed to vanish, it would seem as if it was working for a second then it was gone.
 
Doctor: What the #$@!?!?
 
Bill: Doc, she cant handle any more!
 
Doctor: Yes she can!
 
The monitor beeped rapidly as she thrashed about then her body sagged, thrashing around still bit more like a rag doll now. The machine gave off one long solid beep and shut down
 
The doctor looked at Bill with a murderous rage in his eyes.
 
Doctor (bellowed): Who the #$@! are you to shut the machine down without my orders!!!
 
Frank: Doc, it wasn't him. it was the auto shut down feature. . . . She's dead.
 
The doctor pushed Bill out of the way, looking wildly about at the monitors. He then stopped, his head hung and he slumped down into a chair. The people in the balcony stood up and left quietly.
 
Frank: Should I evacuate the system.
 
The doctor just nodded. Frank entered a few commands and a vacuum sucked the gas out and then a valve opened and let atmosphere back into the chamber. Bill pressed a button and the door opened. He and Frank walked to the door and stood waiting as the rotors slowed to a stop and folded back into the ring.
 
Bill: Too bad. She's not one of those fancy whore types but there is something about her.
 
Frank: Its true beauty.  
 
Bill: I sure bet she was something nice to #$@!.
 
Frank (smiled wryly): Hell, we get her off here and I still might.
 
Bill: You have a sick sense of humor.
 
Frank: You have to working around here. its either that or blow your brains out.
 
Bill: I just go home and drink.
 
Frank shrugged: To each their own.
 
The doctor stayed slumped by the console as the other two started to unhook IV's and cables. Bill took off her mask and looked at her face. He frowned and shook his head.
 
Bill: Is the price for achieving super human status really worth this?
 
Frank: who knows. Maybe someone will invent immortality someday. if they do this will be such a short time in the scheme of things . . .  
 
As they worked the machine continued to beep as Bill decided against reaching over the doctor to turn it off. As he sat there the beep stopped for a second and continued. The doctor half sat up and looked at the screen. he shook his head and muttered
 
Doctor: Idiots must have bumped the sensor.  
 
He sighed and sat back. he looked at the assistant as they were coiling up the unhooked cables. The machine blipped again but longer and more clearly again. he looked at it and looked at the assistance who were not even near the woman at the time.  
 
Doctor: Frank . . .
 
Frank came out with bill on his heals.
 
Frank: Yes, Doc?
 
The machine blipped again paused then blipped again. Frank and bill stopped dead in their tracks and all three of them looked at the "dead" woman that was still strapped in the machine. The machine blipped again, then again, very slowly at first. The doctor started slowly walking towards the woman; Frank and bill close on his heals. the machine started to get a rythem as they approached. They got close, looking over her carefully. She didn't seem to be breathing. Bill got close trying to listen for a breath. HE didn't hear anything at first. The machine had a slow but now steady rhythm. he shook his head as the doctor and frank looked on then the woman, Valentine, gasped and Bill jumped.  
 
Frank: What the . . .
 
Bill: It's impossible! She . . She was dead!!
 
The doctor stepped up and grabbed her wrist. Valentines head picked up a bit and she looked at him as he felt a pulse. a whisper came across her lips.
 
Valentine: Please . . . no . . .
 
She passed out again but her heart was beating fairly normal and she was breathing.
 
Doctor: Could it be??  
 
Frank: What?
 
Doctor: It couldn't be anything else . . .  
 
Bill: Doc?
 
Doctor: It makes sense!
 
Frank: What does?
 
Doctor: We found one.
 
Frank: One what?
 
Doctor: An immortal.
 
Bill: She's one of those spirits??
 
Doctor: Are you a complete moron? Of course not! The spirits have worked with us for years and our physiology and theirs is too different. their immortality doesn't work on us. Hell, its not really immortality either, at least not perfect immortality. They have to trade their souls for it.
 
Bill: I'm not sure we haven't done the same.
 
The doctor glared at him but didn't answer him back.  
 
Frank:Their immortality is technology based, right?
 
Doctor: Yes, Its reliant on something called a Lazarus chamber. Hokey name taken from some ancient science fiction work, but its almost true. Their physiology makes them hardier, and the chamber heals them, while taking a bit of their soul, or humanity, or what ever you call it when it heals them, but each time they use it the effects last a shorter time until they don't work at all. in our eyes it looks like immortality but it isn't.
 
Bill: Why are you so sure about this woman then?
 
Doctor: Despite the name the Lazarus chamber doesn't resurrect. IT will heal the Spirits if near death but once dead, they are dead. She was dead and came back to life on her own. that means her body wasn't truly dead. Only an immortal could survive that and come back on their own.
 
Frank: And we can't use the chamber?
 
Doctor: We can but its effects are much weaker on us. We have modified a couple that some of our leaders use but if you think I am heartless you should see them! It does help them retain some youth but it will extend their lived 50 years at best. Now as a wessen it would extend their life 200 to 300 years. That's why wessens are forbidden to mess with spirit technology. We can't explain it but it works better on them and strips away less of their . . . soul or whatever it is. That's why this experiment was crucial. If we can get the perfect wessen mixture our leaders could become wessen and maybe even live 500 years! It was thought to give us more time to seek immortality. It seems that we don't need much more time though. Just need to combine the wessen process to make super humans with the immortality . . . .
 
The doctors voice trailed off as his thoughts engulfed his mind. After a moment Frank spoke up.
 
Frank: What do we do now?
 
The doctor blinked and shook his head as if it helped order his thoughts.
 
Doctor: hmm? oh! Bill, you care about her so much, get her to my lab.
 
Frank: What about me?
 
Doctor: I have work to do, but you were loyal and didn't question me earlier, unlike someone else. A certain sexy little med tech will be in my room, bare assed and baring snacks. Spread a blanket over the couch and you can take pleasure in her. tell her she is to please you well or she and I will repeat our first date.
 
Frank: Yes sir! Thank you, Sir!
 
Doctor: Oh and, Frank, you can beat her but no cutting and don't mame her. That's my fun.
 
Frank swallowed hard and forced a smile: Understand sir.
 
Frank felt bad for the med tech but not bad enough to spare her the pleasurable evening he was given. He learned a long time ago that you take the rewards given and enjoy them or else you may get nothing.
 
Bill grabbed a gurney and Frank helped get Valentine on it.
 
Frank: You need any more help, Bill?
 
Bill: No, go have your fun.
 
Frank: Thanks. I want to grab a shower first anyway. Not so much for her as for me.
 
Bill: Just shut up and go.
 
Frank grinned, nodded, and walked off. The two wessen attendants that had brought her in came in about then and took over the gurney.
 
Wessen 1: She dead?
 
Bill: No, and no messing with her. The Doc wants her in the lab. she could very well be our future.
 
Wessen 2 (mumbling): Your future you mean.
 
Bill: What was that?
 
Wessen 1: I didn't hear anything.
 
Bill: Well, get her to the lab and keep your thoughts to yourselves!
 
The doctor had already gone ahead to the lab and started a voice log.
 
Doctor: Doctors notes, subject immortality. The subject resisted the treatment at its highest setting. No one has ever had that setting used on them as not one has survived 75% settings. Subject appeared to die but no changes showing. After several minutes of no pulse or respiration, pulse and respiration resumed on their own. Immortality is finally in our grasp for the first time. Further study starting immediately. I will not rest until I am immortal and the order bows to me! I shall rule the Illuminati; not these puffed up fools! I shall be as a god and the one world Order will be ruled by my Illuminati for millennia to come!  

 
 
** Note: The red sentences were added to make the orange statement clear.
 
 
 
 
 
 

It does not take much to go to a town with immortals in it year after year and notice that the members (or certain members thereof) are not aging. This is only sheer observation of the unknown facts thereof, to find out how and why is what is research to be done.
 
In knowing the Sackettes (Hondo, Val, et al), Val should be a little old lady pushing a walker, but here she is looking in peek form in her late 20s/early 30s. Explain that? In their mind she must be one of those immortals. In that she must have some secrets that gives her this, and those secrets need to be extracted, duplicated and used on themselves. Too many people want them and are willing to pay for them.
 
 
Val, like Hondo has Fernando's immortality as what the Sirians gave him long ago. That and Time Travel they underwent gave them the appearance of being immortals on a very obvious level.

“Look Ruth, the only thing that separates our two farms is the Morino Ranch. The Morino Ranch was the first to be purged, long before either one of us was born. If we can get the ranch, and unify our two farms with the ranch, that would mean more money for us all.” Maribelle explains.
 
“Explain to me one thing: that some 20 years ago, with the Morino Ranch being between our two farms, why was theirs purged and not either or ours? It seems too selective to me that certain ranches and farms were singled out and that ours would be on that list eventually.” Ruth tells her.
 
“I’m not a slaver to tell you how or why it was done that way other than it was.” Maribelle answers.
 
“No one knows, though there is some speculation that there were some pay-offs to make it happen.” A third voice joins in, that of General Jastrey. She throws in as she looks at the wessen girls preparing the food, “Either one of you knows where Hondo or Fernando is at?”
 
“Hondo is in his camper, resting.” Ruth points to the back of Hondo’s camper, adding, “I don’t know where Fernando is.”
 
“OK, I’ll see Hondo first.” General Jastrey says before heading to the rear of Hondo’s camper. But she stops at the corner before entering it, “There is a rumor of at least 1 or more Morino still alive somewhere. That is why we had not touched it and let the earth reclaim the land. If that one is found, then the land goes back to them. Until then, it goes to no one.”
 
General Jastrey goes behind Hondo’s camper and knocks on the door.  Tonya opens the door and looks down at General Jastrey.
 
“How can I help you?” Tonya asks.
 
“I was told that Hondo was in there. If he is, I need to speak to him.” General Jastrey replies.
 
“Hold on a minute. I’ll get him.” Tonya tells her. Leaving the door open, she goes to get him.
 
After a bit over a minute, Hondo opens the door and reaches his hand out for her to take to climb in, “Come inside.” General Jastrey gets into the camper and points to a seat, “Sit down, please. Want something to drink? Water, juice, whiskey?”
 
General Jastrey sits down, “I should not drink while on the job, but I’ll try a whiskey. You and Fernando should have something better than what they serve at The Sex Kitten’s Litter Box.”
 
“I’m sure you would like this...” Hondo pours out an amber liquid into a small cup and gives it to General Jastrey.

 
General Jastrey sniffs the cup, unsure what to make of what is inside it. Being brave, she swigs it down in one gulp, tensing up a bit as she swallows it but it went down smoother than she thought.
 
“What was that?” She asks.
 
Hondo hands her the bottle, “Jack Daniels Tennessee Whisky. I doubt you would find any today, that bottle travelled with us.”
 
“That’s probably the best I had.” General Jastrey states. “Anyways, I want to know the truth. What is this I hear of you and Fernando fighting in some death match?”
 
“It’s personal.” Hondo says.
 
“Personal?” General Jastrey asks.
 
“Yes. Personal.” Hondo tells her as he fills the bottom of the general’s cup.
 
“If you lose, you’ll be dead.” General Jastrey points out.
 
“I do not intend to lose.” Hondo tells her.
 
“You willing to bet on that?” General Jastrey asks.
 
“If Jefe says we won’t lose, then we won’t lose. You can bet your ass on it.” Hondo tell her.
 
“I won’t bet my ass on it, but I’ll put $50 on it. At 10,000,000 to 1 odds, if you win that’s $500,000,000. I seriously doubt they have enough to cover that, but collecting any part of that would be beneficial for Center Town and what is owed, Center Town can take it out of Fight Town and give us controlling interest. These bastards did not sign the treaty, and with Center town owning controlling interest, they will.” General Jastrey tells him.
 
“Jefe and I already bet the maximum.” Hondo tells her.
 
“Whoa... If you win, there is not enough gold in the world to pay that debt!” General Jastrey tells him.
 
“We know, we will own Fight Town and everything in it!” Hondo points out.
 
“Owning and controlling are two very different things.” General Jastrey says.
 
“That is why we have you.” Hondo tells her.
 
“I like the way you think. But it all depends on you all winning.” General Jastrey says.
 
“We don’t intend to lose, as we intend to walk out of there like we walked in.” Hondo tells her.
 
“What guarantees I have that you will win?” General Jastrey asks.
 
“Whatever issue, whatever confrontation, whatever danger we face, we won. We ended the purge, eliminated Biggus and his Slave Town, gave wessens their rights, we seen it through to its end. Just like we will see this fight through to its end.” Hondo explains.
 
General Jastrey nods.

Quote from Hondo I. Sackett on Jul 17^th, 2019, 8:18pm:

Note: It is in the Setting and Rules that the Order of Fire created mutagenic cocktails to convert people into mutants.
 
Jeanette received the immortality injection when she was kidnapped. I have established that. However, I have not confirmed, at this time, who gave it to her. Was it Wilbur or the Illuminatti?
 
In a flashback scene, we see that Elder Jeanette had an immortality autoinjector pen in her purse and that this autoinjector is to be used when it is believed a person will die without medical intervention and as a last resort.
 
I have established in in the story that anyone can go to Charlton and get the immortality injection. Moreover, I established that if anyone under the age of eighteen wants immortality, parental consent is required.
 
Jeanette Isabelle