[Around 5:00PM : Female Dorms of Junk Town 98357, near what was Salt Lake City, Utah.]
 
Tamara walks up to Darlene who was going through her meager belongings and stuffing them into a pillow case. Four pairs of panties and bras, just as many pairs of sox, five over-sized t-shirts that fit her like a mid-thigh dress, two regular t-shirts and two short skirts. She only has one pair of shoes which were sneakers and she was wearing them, as well as the one over-sized t-shirt, bra and panty she was wearing. Tamara picks up a small plush stuff white bear that had seen better days, a toy that Darlene had since before her family’s purge and she managed to hold onto it all these years.
 
Tamara holds it by the back of its neck, rotating in front of Darlene’s face, “Aren’t you taking Mr. Time Walker with you?”
 
Darlene takes the stuffed bear and stuffs it into her pillow case without saying a word but the anger on her face says it all.
 
Tamara continues and mocks her, “All those stories, about some man walking about the land and rescuing people, curing their sickness, freeing slaves and all that – are all fakes. You know that, right?!”
 
Darlene begins to fold her blanket but to make it look she would go sleep later in the night. She eventually looks up at Tamara.
 
Though Darlene is a shy girl and often with a fraidy-cat disposition from all that she had been through, her emotions do get the best of her and makes her lash out, if one can call it that. “What do you want, Tamara?”
 
“I was saying about all those stories about a man walking the land doing all those things to help people are fake. Because if it were true, why has he not ever come here to rescue us?” Tamara throws at her. She then adds, “Well anyways, we need to check things out with that escape ride Francisco has.”
 
“You want me to go with you?” Darlene asks.
 
“Asking? No. Telling, yes. If you don’t come, I’ll go tell the Mine Master and tell him that You, Maria and Francisco are planning to escape and take him to the escape ride.” Tamara tells her.
 
“You would get the Mine Master to kill us all because you do not get things your way? Why? How can you be so mean?!” Darlene almost yells at her.
 
“Damn Right Miss Pissy Drawers... Either I come out on top of all this or nobody does.” Tamara tells her before taking Darlene by her forearm and hauls her out of the Female Dorm house.
 
Choosing her path carefully and constantly looking back to see if they are followed, Tamara leads Darlene to Francisco’s hidden workshop. Though Francisco has a chain and lock on the door, if one pulls on the bottom hard enough, somebody small enough can fit to crawl inside. They pull on bottom of the door to do just that – crawl through the gap and into the hidden workshop. There was enough daylight lighting up the place for them to explore the shop and check out the escape vehicle and camper. Tamara gets on the “Driver’s seat” and looks at the controls. It was all complicated to her, but since Francisco is one of a few pile workers to drive a small tractor to haul his work from the pile, it should be simple for him to drive this. She then looks at the back seat behind her. It was big enough for one average person or two small persons. It would be a tight squeeze for her and Darlene to sit back there. And what about Maria? Francisco’s intent is to escape with Maria and not them. So they need to hide elsewhere, she thinks as she looks at the camper.
 
She gets off the driver’s seat and walks to the camper. It is obvious that there was a door on the side she was on, but it was locked for some reason. She walks to the rear, seeing a hatch there but not knowing what it is for and sees a padlock on the bottom of it. Making it to the other side, she sees another door. It is also locked.
 
“How do we get in?” Tamara asks to herself out loud.
 
Darlene goes to the first door, grabbing the spring clamp lock on it, giving it a hard squeeze until the door pops open. But when the door opens, the spring clamp releases its energy and the lock bites on fleshy part of Darlene’s hand, giving her a medium cut.
 
“Ow!” Darlene says out loud. Tamara runs to the other side where she was before, seeing Darlene holding her hand and bleeding from it but the door now being open.
 
“What happened – You got the door open?!!” Tamara says to her before going to the door and looking inside, ignoring that Darlene’s hand is bleeding onto the floor. There was a bed and a pillow with a few shelves but not a whole lot of room to stand up, and a tight squeeze if they are to sleep together. In her mind she is not going to sleep with anyone or share the bed she now thinks is hers. Tamara says with her upper body in the camper, “There’s room for you and I to fit in here!” She crawls out of the camper before seeing Darlene’s condition, saying, “All we have to do is eliminate Maria*...! Why are you crying? That bitch has no right to be with us...”
 
“Are you stupid... or something?” Darlene lets out between her silent sobs and tears. She then holds out her injured hand to her “Damn Lock Got Me, I’m Bleeding!”
 
Tamara looks at her hand before taking her by the upper arm and hauling her to the workbench. She lets out a sigh as she searches for something to wrap the injury with. There was not much in terms of first aid, and a lot of the personal tools were boxed up but not secured as she rummages through them. She says to herself, “Damn, these are all the missing tools from the workshops!” Eventually she finds a couple of clean rags not used yet to use as a bandage and wrapping around Darlene’s hand. She insults the poor girl while wrapping her injury, “You need to stop being a crybaby. This is nothing. I seen worst. I can’t have you around if you are going to be a crybaby...” Once she had wrapped up Darlene’s hand, she steps away and looks about the vehicle, looking for something she is not even sure off. There is a small storage area behind the passenger seat but she does not see it or understand why there should be one in that location. She goes back into the camper, looking at the shelves to see what is inside. There were some basic food items that could be stored and a few tools. She did not think to look under the mattress where there is a hidden storage area for some of his personal effects.
 
Tamara moves a few things around to make it look like no one was there searching before she gets out of the camper. She closes the door partly with a piece of the bed’s blanket wedged between the door and frame to hold the door in place making it seem like the door is closed when it is opened by just a crack in order to keep it from locking in place. She then turns to Darlene, grabbing her by her forearm, “Anybody asks about your hand tell them you fell down and had a piece of metal go into your hand. Now let’s go get some dinner to eat and we can finish up before we go into the camper to hide and wait for Francisco to make his escape.”
 
Darlene does not say anything as she is hauled away.
 
[Around 6:20PM : Junk Town 98357, Communal Eating Area.]
 
On the lunch line, Tamara gathers the items for her and Darlene to eat though leaving Darlene with her injured hand to carry her tray without helping her. They take their seat in the middle extreme left of the eating area where Tamara is busy eyeing everyone as they eat. The eating area has seating for over 500 individuals with tables and benches like a school or prison set up with long tables with bench seats on either side though the bench tables are separate from each other, but there are only about 65 slave workers in Junk town. This gives a lot of room and choices for people to sit down and a few to declare favorite spots to sit and eat in. Tamara sees Maria leaving the lunch line and takes a seat by herself.
 
“What a bitch. I wonder what she did to get Francisco to like her so much? I should be the one that he likes.” Tamara says loudly to herself.
 
Darlene just shakes her head slightly as she eats without saying a word.
 
Tamara turns to face Darlene, “What does she have that I do not?”
 
Darlene looks up at her, and gives her an answer she does not like to hear, “You’re too busy servicing the Mine Master for anyone to take interest in you because you can say bad things about them and have the Mine Master kill them.”
 
“And what do you mean by that?” Tamara asks.
 
“You servicing the Mine Master leaves the other girls to go after what guys that are out there who have power and authority in the piles. Maria, I and the others water girls know Francisco has the most power and authority on the piles and the Mine Master favors him for the hard work he does. He brings in more stuff from the piles by himself than most pile teams of 6 or more men do.” Darlene explains.
 
Tamara looks at her with a scowl but it is the truth, she cannot be servicing the guys out on the piles as per her wants and desires and the Mine Master at the same time even if she wanted too. It is illegal for males and females to hook up at anytime in Junk Town, and only the Mine Master and his guests can be serviced by what girls are available, with until recently, Tamara being the Mine Master’s favorite. She turns back to the line to observe who else is getting their dinner. Francisco comes out with a bag as he does not eat in the eating area due to having too many fights there. As he walks out, Nicolaz and a few of his Panty Boys approach him and block his path. Nicolaz starts a shoving match with Francisco and can be heard by all with his screaming.
 
“You Had Two Of My Guys Killed By The Mine Master!” Nicolaz yells at him, giving him another shove, “Now What Are You Going To Do Here And Now?! Huh?!! You Think You Are Big Man Out There! You Ain’t Nobody! You Ain’t Nothing!” He yells some more before giving him one more push.
 
Francisco takes a step back as to regain his balance but then quickly acts on it, sending his work-boot covered foot into Nicolaz’s groin. Nicolaz grabs at his crotch before he crumples to the floor.  As he goes to the floor, Francisco sends a sideways kick to Nicolaz’s face, knocking him out. He then looks at Nicolaz’s Panty Boys.
 
“Get The #$@! Out My Way Before You All Get The Same Treatment!” Francisco yells at them.
 
Instead of giving him a challenge, they all turn and run away.
 
Seeing Francisco walk away, Tamara turns to Darlene, “Besides Maria, who else has been servicing Francisco?”
 
“Servicing? You mean who goes to the pile to give him water? We all do. I used too but I stay away from the pile since Nicolaz’s team tried to take me and Francisco rescued me.” Darlene says.
 
“What’s wrong with you, girl? If you are going to be raped, lay there and enjoy it!” Tamara tells her.
 
“Girls who get raped in the piles are often killed to keep them from snitching to the Mine Master.” Darlene tells her. She adds, “I owe Francisco my life for saving me from Nicolaz’s men.”
 
“So you serviced Francisco for saving you?” Tamara asks.
 
“No...!” Darlene tries to be as quiet as possible. “If the Mine Master finds out that I serviced anyone other than him or his guests, he would have me killed!”
 
“That’s the chance you take when you owe somebody your life. Each day you have since their rescue of you is a day you owe them and you have to repay them.” Tamara tries to push the subject on Darlene.
 
“No, that is not how it works!” Darlene says as she covers her ears.
 
“Then tell me how it does work? They save your life, you owe them your life. Every day you have since they rescued you is a day you owe them!” Tamara tells her.
 
“Somebody rescues you, they let you go. You owe them nothing because they let you go. Francisco let me go and said I owed him nothing, that he would do that for any girl who gets attacked in the piles and wanted no reward for what he did.” Darlene tells her.
 
“What if he demands payment or reward later now or in the future for rescuing you?” Tamara throws at her.
 
“If he asks or demands, I would service him, but he has not made it known to me or anyone else of such payment.” Darlene says. Tamara just looks at her for the moment. Darlene throws at her, “What if he demands to be serviced for rescuing you?”
 
“He has not rescued me, so I owe him nothing, so the answer is no.” Tamara replies quickly.
 
Darlene leans over to Tamara so she does not have to speak loudly for her to be heard, “If we escape with his help then he has rescued both you and I and even Maria through escaping this place then you owe him, like Maria and I will owe him our lives for taking us from this place.
 
Tamara scowls at her for the moment as she knows Darlene is right, she would owe him to taking her away from this place. Darlene slowly gets up, having only eaten half of her plate and taking it to the service counter to put it into a small self contained sealed cardboard bowl. She takes her boxed up and sealed meal with her to the dorm. Tamara can only sit there and thinks for the moment, for she does not like it when others are right in matters she thought she knew everything in. After a minute of sulking she gets up and packs up her leftovers to take with her to the Female Dorms.
 
Though Tamara went about taking Darlene to wherever to do know who knows what, she needed to pack up her things to prepare for the escape. Being the Mine Master’s favorite at the time, she acquired quite of few things as trinkets and better clothing than most of the girls. Ten sets of bras and panties made from a fine material she did not know what it was other than it was not cotton like most of the other girls wore; ten snug fitting t-shirts that went down to her groin with polo shirts that went over her t-shirts down below her waist and just as many thigh high skirts with a couple of thin leather belts for them in black or brown. With a split seam that ran down her leg from the skirt’s waist band. She also has several shoes: two sets of leather sandals, three sets of canvas sneakers and a pair of work boots. A small purse with assorted items was also put into the pillow case. While Darlene is able to fit all of her belongings into a single pillow case with a lot of room to spare, Tamara can make all her things fit into the pillow case but it barely closed.
 
It also took her longer to pack as she did not want to look suspicious in packing up her things. The sun goes down in at around 7:30PM with Junk Town going into darkness soon after. A couple of generators and vehicle batteries run what few lights in the area, and patrols walk by with flash lights and the occasional torches. Both Tamara and Darlene lie on their beds but do not sleep. They think about their plans of sneaking out in a couple of hours and make it through the dark to the hidden workshop and then into the camper where they would wait for Francisco to take them out of their plight in this town they are in.

[Some 1500 miles South East from Flight Town, one of the many areas known as the Bad Lands]
 
Three large SUV hauling a double of set trailers, one as storage for supplies and the other as some sort of sleeper or camper trailer form a large broken circle that resembles a “C” if viewed from above. With inside the formation, various natural objects have been placed to make a circle around a fire pit. A couple of Wessens are tending some cookware as meal is being prepared. A lone fox Wessen walks around in circles and kicking at things that would not kick back, cursing under his breath in a strange mix of English and Spanish few would understand. They stop what they were doing and look up as their ears pick up the faint droning sound of a small aircraft’s engine. Twisting heads and spinning bodies, one of the females there points just in front of the mountains on the horizon.
 
“There!” The female Wessen says as she points towards the mountains.
 
The Yellow-Orange dot in the sky grew larger and larger and then followed by 4 more. As soon as they flew over the campsite, they flew in a wagon wheel above the camp. From the lead plane a couple of 3 X 3 X 3 ft boxes fell down towards them before a parachute opens up to slow its descent. Everyone from the camp ran to follow the boxes as they sway and change direction in the wind. Eventually everyone gather about the boxes. The Fox Wessen steps to the boxes telling everyone in a mix of broken English and Spanish to get out of the way. He then orders everyone to leave and go back to the camp to tend to their jobs. He stands there to watch as everyone walk back to the camp. Even the planes above turn to fly back to the mountains.
 
He opens one box, finding canned foods, dry foods, and assorted grains. Food to survive on when there is little to eat, but he is used to having thick steaks and fine wines. He looks at the grains and curses, “Bah! Mierda!” (“Bah! Shit!”). He closes the box and opens the second box. Thick blankets surround three 5 gallon jugs of vehicle diesel fuel. There was a note attached to one of the jugs.
 
“To: Hector De La Cruz,
 
Os Animas had lost too many members to the battles you sent them too. The Cold Blooded Killers have no interest on dealing with you anymore because of their losses at the Battle of Flight Town. We, Death From Above, have no interest in a leader who sends their followers to their deaths to fight losing battles.
 
Flight Town has been invaded by the Wessen Killers Biker Gang, with numbers twice that of what you brought into battle. They have killed off the Law Men of Flight Town, yet they are scared of getting on the Medic’s bad side.
 
In short, we are deciding whether to remain and support you or to leave you to your own devices. Until you make the right choices that bring victory and peace, we are not going to be sending money, supplies, support or men to aid in your cause. You have made some very expensive decisions in trying to take over Flight Town and crossed with the wrong person. In case you have not figured it out, the medic you tried to eliminate is the Time Walker. We have been following him since we caught word of his arrival to this area. He has ended the purges and slavery, in the North, destroyed several lab towns, rescued hundreds from the lab towns that were being turned into Wessens, reconnected the trains, cleaned up the high ways, negotiated peace with the highway gangs, and killed the Lich in a Death Match in Fight Town. He put a million in gold coins as a price on your living head. No one collects if you die. That is you who messed with, and you think you will win over him? We will be waiting to see you in hell when you die. As it is written in prophesy with the Time Walker and his people in our area, your days are few and short if you continue with your bad decisions. Go make peace with your god.
 
Enjoy these meager supplies as these will be your last. At the bottom is an envelope of cash containing 20,000 in old world money. Do not spend it all in one place, give it away to some disease ridden Sex Puppy, or gamble it all on a bad bet. You will not get more after this unless you change things around.
 
Hawk-One, Death from Above.”
 
The paper note gets crushed inside a tightening clenching fist as a voice yells, “Mierda!!! I Will Teach Those Feathered Idotas Who Will Win!” Then there is a pause in his thinking, “Wait, el dinero... I Must git it antes the others know...”
 
He goes into the box to look for the money in the envelope. Eventually he finds the envelope of cash on the bottom of the box. He takes the envelope, folds it up and stuffs it into his shirt. He then tears up the note in large pieces before throwing it into the wind. He walks back to the camp, telling those there to go get the food and supplies from the boxes and bring them to the camp. The female Wessen sees the large pieces of paper and gathers them, pocketing them as the others get the supplies. With the pices of paper in her pocket, she gathers up blankets from within the box and takes them to her camper. Everyone was too interested in food and fuel to care about blankets.
 
After breakfast has been made, distributed and eaten, the female Wessen goes into her camper, lying the blankets on her bed before lying down on it and pieces together the pieces of paper from her pocket. All the pieces were there for her to read the note. She nods her head, “20,000 in old world money in an envelope? He must have taken it before he sent us to get the supplies. And a million in gold for his living head? That is not going to last long... Not if I can help it.”

“Hold still, you little bitch or the will hurt a lot worse!” A man growled in a whiney sounding voice, as Molly burst out the door Shotgun in hand.  
 
The sight that met her was two big biker men, one holding Macey’s arms over her head, almost pulling her off her feet and another feeling her up.  
 
The one that held Macey was the taller of the two, at six foot, and leaner built. His bristly, scared face was weathered from the sun and the wind, and his thin lips were turned up in an evil sort of sneer. He had a lazy eye which made look insane and long, wild dark hair that spilled out from under a sort of Keizer-Bill style helmet. He had a leather jacket with spikes on the shoulder, leather pants, knee high boots, and an old revolver that hung off his belt, stowed in a holster made from barbed wire.  
 
“Let me go!” Macey yelled
 
“Now, I just want to have a look at what you have and see if what I have fit’s is all.” The other biker said in a low voice, giving her a leering grin as he felt her up.  
 
He stood only about 5’ 5” but was built like a tank. He wore a black bandana around his bald head, and his face, though scared, was not as weathered as the other man’s. His long brown foo-man-choo mustache seems small covering his thick, wide lips, and the tiny round sunglasses he wore hid the crazy sparkle that reigned in his eyes. He wore a brown leather vest with chains on it, no shirt, faded jeans with holes in the knees, old western boot with mismatching spurs, and a bandoleer that held a sawed-off shotgun, several shotgun shells, and an old Fairburn knife.
 
“Hand’s off the girl!!” Molly barked as she leveled the shotgun at them.
 
Molly’s heart nearly stopped again as the shotgun was ripped from her hand and an arm went around her throat, nearly choking her. The shotgun was thrown to the side and the feeling of a cold steel point dung into her ribs. It was then, in horror, she realized she did not stop to look behind the door and someone had been waiting there for whomever ran out.
 
“Looky what we got here, boys! Got three now, so only one has to watch!” The man that held her said with a sinister, gravely sounding voice that made Molly’s blood run cold.
 
He was a medium built man with wild, long hair, a long beard, unkept mustache, and dark piercing eyes. Through the hair on his face one could see yellow, crooked teeth as he sneered at the Wesson woman he held fast. He wore a tattered red shirt, a stove-pipe hat with bullet holes in it, dirty army dungarees, home-made rope suspender, and combat boots that had steel plating riveted onto the toes. On his arms were steel studded forearm braces and steel plate armor on his shins. Across his chest he wore a bandoleer filled with large rifle rounds, and an old alice-pack belt around his waist. His belt held a cobbled together leather holster that held a sort of pistol made from an old cut-down rolling-block rifle, that was probably stolen from some museum somewhere, and an empty cloth and steel knife scabbard, as he held the knife pressed against Molly’s ribs. Of the three bikers there, there was something that was right scary about this one, an aura of evil and crazy that would make the most stalwart men tremble in their boots. ‘Possessed Wildman’ only began to describe him, as he was one you had to see to believe.  
 
“It’s a Wesson bitch, though!” The one that held Macey said with a sneer.
 
“She has a tail and those animal ears but,” The one holding her said, pausing as he temporarily holstered his knife to run his hand up her shirt and grabbed one of her breasts before then running it into her pants to feel her womanhood up, “She has two tits and a wet hole, and she ain’t one of those furry freaks. I reckon we can all take a turn #$@!ing her before we kill her. You think we should just shoot her in the head when we are done or do I get to gut and skin her?” He said, pulling his knife out again and poking Molly in the side with it again.
 
“YOU #$@!NG SICK GOD DAMNED BASTARDS!” Molly yelled angrily, though tears fell down her cheek from fear.
 
Macey trembled where she was held and tear steamed down her face, though she tried not to cry. She did not know much about God or anything, though she had heard a little here and there, but at that moment all she could do was whisper and beg the almighty for help.
 
“No, no, no, no… oh God no.. please no .. please no, God…. Please not like this… please God, help us.” Her words trembling as she whimpered softly under her breath.
 
“God damned?? Now that almost hurts my feelings.” The one feeling up Macey said mockingly, as he stood up straight and turned towards Molly. “If God damned us, why would he gift us three whores today? Isn’t that right, Virgil?”
 
 “That be right, Jackie-Joe! An old preacher man once told me that the lord do work in mysterious ways. That was right before he was mysteriously shot by my gun! HA HA!”  The one holding Macey replied grinning and cackling evilly.
 
Jackie-Job chuckled, “That’s right. Right mysterious ways… Like how we heard this place was full of Wesson lovers who were harboring your kind… Seems like our info was right on! … Now, do we skin her or not, boys?”
 
“Can’t let her live, that’s for damn sure! Damned, dirty wessons!” Virgil said sneering.
 
“I agree there, brother Virgil. You know what else bothers me? An animal wearing clothes. Just don’t seem right, now does it?? How about you fix that, Lige?” Jackie-Joe said to the one holding Molly.  
 
The one holding Molly grinned evilly and nodded, “Sure thing.”
 
He pulled a knife from where he had it pressed against Molly’s ribs and cut the straps of her tank top, pulling the shirt down after so it fell down around her feet. He then stuck the knife between his teeth and unbuttoned her pants and pulled them down roughly, her panties with them.  He stepped on the cloth and pushed her just forward enough so that she had to step out of them, before returning the knife to her ribs.
 
The other two leered at her and practically drooled on themselves as they looked on her lean, well-shaped frame.
 
“Seems like a sin for an animal to be that perty, don’t it, boys?” Jackie-Joe asked the others, as he grinned wickedly.
 
Vigil nodded, “That it do!”
 
Jackie-Joe nodded as he looked her up and down, “Yes sir, just a terrible sin. Might temp some poor, fool soul into thinking they’re almost human…. I think we need to teach this animal a lesson by #$@!ing it until it can’t stand, as punishment for trying to look human, then we skin her out to remove temptation from those who would dare think it’s more than an animal. You boy’s agree??”
 
“Sounds good to me! Not had a chance to skin me one that looked so nice in a while.” Lige said coldly as he looked down over her shoulder and teased her breast with the back of his knife, in a menacing manner.  
 
Molly started to tremble, though she tried not to.  She swallowed hard as she tried to keep it together and show some bravery, at least for Macey’s sake.
 
“You.. *gulp* .. You three c.c.can do whatever you want to.. to me and I.. I won’t fight you if.. if you let the girl go.” Molly said, trying to sound strong.
 
Macey shook her head and whispered, “Molly no.”
 
Lige put the knife to her throat and pressed it in just hard enough that it drew a little blood, “Shut your #$@!ing mouth, Bitch!”
 
“Now, now. Settle down, Lige. We want to #$@! her while she’s still alive, well at least the first time around anyway.” Jackie-Joe said, grinning wickedly.
 
“Dead pussy is still warm for a while!” Virgil said, laughing evilly.
 
Macey started to sob softly about then, but Jackie-Joe slapped her across the face, causing her to gasp.
 
“Save the tears for when you’re being #$@!, whore!” He growled.
 
“Leave her alone!” Molly growled and tried to struggle, but the knife was pressed in a bit tighter to remind her that struggle was futile.
 
Jackie-Joe turned to Molly with an angry sneer and took a large step towards her.
 
“You don’t understand how this works! We are in control here! You think your little soldier buddies will come save the day?? We already took care of them, though they wouldn’t give you up … There is no rescue coming for you, so give up that hope! ... You think we care if you resist? We like a bitch who fights us! Makes the #$@!ing more fun! You have nothing to bargain with, understand?! We will #$@! you, we will kill you, we will #$@! this little whore, and there is not a damn thing you can do about it!!” Jackie-Joe growled, the coldness in his voice shaking Molly to her core.
 
“Just let her go… please.” Molly begged as she tried to hold back the tears.
 
Jackie-Joe shook his head, “No. She’s with you, so she’s a wesson lover, and we cannot let those who’s minds have been tainted to think Wesson are more than animals loose to taint the minds of others with that thinking! Until their minds have been purged from these sinful ideas, that is.”
 
He then turned back to Macey and ripped her shirt open, “Know this little whore, this is because you are tainted by their kind!” He pulled her skirt down roughly, “Because you have not been taught that their kind needs to shunned and eradicated from this world!” He pulled down his pants and pulled his dick out, “This will hurt, I promise that, but just remember that this happened to you because of these animals!”
 
Macey closed her eyes tightly as he grabbed her panties and started to pull them aside, as she waited for the inevitable.
 
As he grabbed her panties and grabbed his own dick Molly screamed and time seemed to slow down for her, “You bastards!! STOP!!!”
 
She threw herself backwards into Lige, causing his arm to come away from her neck. He tried to bring the knife back to bear but she grabbed it and pushed it up, sinking her teeth into his flesh at the same time, causing him to howl in pain and push her away. She rushed forward and kicked Jackie-Joe in the balls, causing him to fall to his knees, cussing.  Molly stumbled a bit after the kick but managed to right herself, only to have Lige plow into her and sink the knife into her forearm as she brought her arms up to defend herself. She cried out in pain and stumbled back as she tried to get away, once again managing to stay on her feet somehow. As she stumbled, Lige pulled his cut down, single shot, rolling block rifle/pistol from his makeshift belt holster, and hit her in the side of the head with it, dazing her and causing her to fall to the ground. As soon as she hit the ground Lige was on her, lashing out with vicious kicks to her side, his steel covered boots connecting with her hip and ribs several times before he stood back and leveled the make-shift pistol at her.  
 
Virgil, who was at a loss about what to do, just held the frighten teen in place as he looked between Jackie-Joe who was still on his knees, clutching his balls and looking really sick, and Lige who was aim his gun at Molly.
 
“#$@!ing bitch! No pussy is worth this much shit!” He growled as he cocked the gun’s hammer back.  
 
Jackie-Joe struggled to his feet and pulled his own gun.
 
“Stupid *pant* #$@!ing bitch!” He panted as he swung his gun towards Molly.
 
Seemingly out of nowhere, the roar of an engine was heard, the sound of it approaching in the distance having been missed in all the commotion. The noise causing all three men to turn and look in its direction, and what they saw was a white jeep approaching way faster than it should be, and showing no signs of slowing. Before any of them could utter a word, the jeep plowed into Jackie-Joe, killing him instantly, before it slid to a stop. Before it even completely stopped a big man, in a duster and old pinch-front hat, pulled low on his brow, jumped out of the driver side door, gun in hand, fire belching from its barrel as his feet hit the ground.  
 
Virgil panicked as the jeep hit Jackie-Joe, and he threw Macey to the ground before pawing at his own gun. But he was not fast enough, as the big man shot before he could even clear leather, or wire in this instance. The bullet from the big man’s gun went straight through his head, and Virgil was dead before he hit the ground.
 
Lige’s attention being turned to the Jeep, was no longer focused on Molly, but out of the corner of his eye he saw her move. As his head turned and his attention snapped back to the Wesson woman, he fired, but she had rolled to the side and the bullet from his gun burrowed harmlessly into the ground. He cussed as he pulled a bullet from his bandoleer and tried to reload the single shot rolling block ‘pistol’, but three quick shots from the big man’s gun penetrated his chest, and dropped him in an instant.  
 
As the biker’s bodies hit the ground, the brown-haired teen started to sob as she scrambled to her feet, shirt torn and skirt gone. She launched into the big man, who picked her up and held her close to him and she sobbed uncontrollably. He held her tightly as she sobbed into his shoulder as he walked briskly over to the wesson woman who  sat on the ground, holding her arm, knife still embedded into it. She winced and grimaced as struggled to get to her feet, trying to get up to meet the man who saved them. As he came up to her, he set the teen down, but still held her close to him with one arm as he reached down and helped the Wesson woman up with his other, by grasping her good arm.
 
“Molly! You alright?!” He asked worriedly.
 
“We’re *pant* alright now.” She said quickly as she stood trembling, bare before him and holding her arm, her ribs and hip already starting to turn black and blue.  
 
At that moment the older Valentine ran out of the hanger with the rifle in hand that she had been given earlier.
 
“What happened!” She exclaimed as she looked around.
 
“Where the hell were you!!” Hondo growled, as he pulled his arm out of the one free sleeve of his coat before shifting Macey to that arm so he could finish getting the coat off.
 
“I was down in the engine room and didn’t hear anything until the first gun-shot!” Valentine exclaimed, taking the coat from him and placing it over Molly’s shoulders.
 
About then a motorcycle was heard firing up from somewhere out back and a moment later it sped off from behind the hanger. Hondo pushed Macey to Molly, who grabbed the sobbing teen and held her tightly with her good arm, as he grabbed the rifle from Valentine.
 
“Wait! You don’t know if he did anything!” Valentine protested.
 
“God can sort that out!” He growled as he leveled the gun at the rider.
 
He was shaking a bit from anger and adrenaline, though, so his aim was not too steady and he only winged the rider. The bike swerved a bit, but the rider continued.
 
“Damn!” Hondo growled as he angrily slammed the rifle into Valentine’s arms.
 
He walked over to Molly and Macey grabbed back onto him and clung there. Valentine disappeared inside suddenly, noticed only by Hondo, who was holding back from shooting her out of anger at the moment.
 
“You alright, little lady? Did they hurt you?” Hondo asked as he pulled Macey to him again and held her close.
 
Macey could only shake her head as she sobbed.  
 
They roughed her up a bit and tore her clothes off, but they didn’t get to do anymore, thanks to you.” Molly said as she leaned against him, holding her bad arm and trembling.
 
“They *sniff* They *sniff* They were going to rape me and kill Molly!! *SOB*” Macey blurted out before burying her face into his chest again.
 
“Come on, we need to get you both inside.” Hondo said as he picked Macey up and held her against him as he walked back inside behind Molly, who was limping quite noticeably. As they entered the hanger Terri and Karl came out to see whaat the noise was about, as did the one rabbit Wesson girl who was upstairs with the younger kids.
 
“What’s going on?” Karl asked, his face taking on a worried look as he looked at Molly and Macey.
 
“Everyone stays in their rooms until I say otherwise, except you, Karl! Get you gun an’ meet me back here pronto!” Hondo barked.
 
Karl nodded and half drug Terri behind him back to the basement as the rabbit girl quickly disappeared to the room the kids were in and shut the door behind her.
 
About then Valentine reappeared and Hondo scowled angrily, about to yell at her when she held up a blanket.
 
“I went to get this for Macey.” She said quickly, cooling some of his immediate anger.
 
Hondo took it from her and warped Macey in it, before carrying her up to his room, as Valentine helped Molly up the stairs.  
 
Once in the room he set Macey on the bed and turned to check on Molly, who Valentine helped to sit down in the armchair in the room, but Macey half leapt out of the bed and clung to him again.
 
“Please, please don’t let me go, Uncle Hondo! Please!” She cried.
 
“I need to help get that knife out of Molly’s arm, Little Lady. You’re safe now.” He said soothingly.
 
“We should get Fernando here before removing that knife. If it hit an artery she could bleed out and I have no medical supplies to help her.” Valentine said quickly as she looked at Molly’s arm.
 
“Maybe you should have helped before this happened!” Hondo growled at her.
 
“I told you I didn’t hear anything as I was down in the dirigibles engine room!” Valentine said in her own defense.
 
“I’ll haul that piece of junk out and burn it to the ground, I swear! Besides, aren’t you able to know timelines of somethin’?!? Why the #$@! didn’t you stop this!!?” He half yelled.
 
“I couldn’t as I didn’t know!! None of this was supposed to happen! Timelines fluctuate, it is expected. Nothing is expected to be exactly the same but this was not in any timeline possibility! The bikers were not even supposed to arrive until after you left! This wasn’t supposed to happen!” Valentine exclaimed looking hurt, bewildered, and frustrated by it all.
 
“Why are you even here then?!?” He growled
 
“I DON’T KNOW! I tried to leave and was almost killed! I was supposed to help you help your Valentine and help her somehow! I did what I thought I was supposed to do! I was supposed to be gone but when I tried it did not work! I failed, alright?! I failed my Fernando as a friend, my Hondo as a wife, my children as a mother, your Valentine and you as a guide! … I failed everyone!” Valentine blurted out, as tears streamed down her cheeks.  
 
Hondo sighed, “Look, I don’t understand a lot of this, but everything I know is you shouldn’t be here with us.”
 
She nodded, “I know… Give me two days and I’m gone. I… I want to finish up the work I’m doing and I’ll help see that everyone is cared for as I know you will probably be busy… two days and I’ll leave, I promise.”
 
Hondo nodded, “Fine. Two days.”
 
Hondo held Macey against his side, as he hunkered down by Molly to get a look at her arm.
 
“What happened?” He asked softly as he looked at her arm and them pulled to coat open to look at the bruises that were growing darker by the moment.
 
“The cats needed to go out. We tried to wait but they were getting desperate. I had Macey leave the door open so I could hear her while I waited inside. I figured the soldiers were patrolling and everything would be fine, especially since she isn’t… isn’t like me but… that seemed like only a convenient excuse for them to justify their actions. They… they knew we were here, though somehow. Somone.. someone sold us out.” Molly said wearily, her breath getting a bit heavy as the adrenaline wore off and she started to feel her injuries fully.
 
“Where are the soldiers?” Hondo asked
 
Molly shook her head, “I don’t know. Those.. those men said something about having three women… three whores to screw.” She said hangin her head at the feeling of shame they and their words had brought her. “They also said the soldiers were taken care of… I don’t know what happened to them though.”
 
“What else?” Hondo asked.
 
They.. they were going to hurt and rape Macey because she was with me, or so they told her, but they were holding her and feeling her up before I showed up. Think they were going to rape her whether they found wessons or not, just because someone told them there were Wesson lovers here…  I came out because she screamed… I saw the first two but the third was behind the door when I came out… I never saw him and he got the drop on me… and…” She paused as the tears started to flow again, “It .. it was horrible.”
 
“What did they do to you?!” He asked, his concern growing.
 
“They told poor Macey how bad it was going to hurt her, and it was all to purge her from thinking that wessons were anything more than animals! They were going to hurt her because of me!” Molly cried out, “OH Macey, I’m so sorry!”  
 
Macey started to cry again and held Hondo tighter, shaking her head.
 
“No, they *sniff* they were bad! It’s not you!” Macey said crying.
 
Hondo grabbed Molly’s hand and held it tightly, “I need you to stays strong right now. It’s not your fault or Macey’s. It’s my fault for not being here. What did they do to you?!”
 
“The man you ran over was about to rape her so I fought the one holding me. He had a knife to my throat, but only nicked me, seems like. How I got away from him I don’t know. I managed to kick the one trying to rape Macey to stall him and then the other stabbed me, hit me in the head with his gun, and kicked me in the side several times… his boots were covered with metal and I.. I think he did a lot of damage.” She said, wincing as he checked her head, finding blood in her hair.
 
“Can you stand so I can look at your side?” He asked
 
She shook her head as the tears started to flow worse.
 
“N.n.no. I think I made it up here on adrenaline. I can barely move now and it.. it hurts bad.” She said, trying to sound brave but in fact she was very scared.
 
“Hondo?” Valentine called out to him but he ignored her.
 
“Hondo?” She called again.
 
“What?!?” He snapped.
 
“Call Fernando. Get him coming and go check on the soldiers. I’ll stay with them.” She said.
 
Molly nodded at him, but Macey held on tighter.
 
“Don’t go, please!” She cried.
 
He pulled the blanket around her tightly and made her look him in the eyes, “Listen Little Lady, I need you to stay and help watch over Molly. I’ll be right back, I promise.”
 
“Do.. do you have to?” She asked
 
He nodded, “I do. You want me to bring you some clothes or somethin’ when I come back?”
 
She looked at him, her whole body trembling and her eye’s pleading, “Please bring Daddy. I.. I need to say I’m sorry. I… I can’t die with him mad at me, I can’t!!”  
 
She started sobbing again and leaned into him.
 
He held her for a moment and stroked her hair as he whispered softly to her.
 
“It’s alright… shhh now… I’ll be back an’ I’ll bring your Daddy, alright?” He replied.
 
She nodded as he pulled away from her and got up.  
 
“I’ll be right back, just stay here.” He said softly as he glanced at Molly again before turning to leave.
 
“Keep them safe or you’ll never leave here.” Hondo growled at the older Valentine before leaving.
 
Macey watched him go and after the door shut she felt to her knees and laid her head on Molly’s lap and held onto her.
 
“I’m sorry Molly. I really am.” Macey whispered.
-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-
 
As Hondo left the room he practically ran down the stairs, and signaled for Karl to follow him.
 
“Move, Karl, now!” Hondo said as he went to the bronco and grabbed a shotgun.
 
“Where we going?” He asked.
 
“Outside to look for the soldiers.” Hondo replied as he checked the loads in the double barrel and marched to the front door.
 
Karl had to half run to keep up with him as Hondo was angry and moving fast. Hondo burst out the door and looked quickly around. Seeing nothing  he started around the side of the hanger, opposite of where he had found Molly and Macey. As he turned the corner he stopped short as he found the young male soldier’s body lying in the grass, his throat silt so deeply his head was nearly severed from his body. Karl was only a second or two behind him and as he came upon the scene he turned green and nearly puked. Hondo turned and glared at him as he dry heaved once.
 
“Pull it together, damn it!” He barked, making Karl jump.
 
“S.s.sorry.” said quickly.
 
Hondo looked around for a moment and swore softly, “Damn…. Where’s the woman?”
 
“Who?” Karl asked.
 
“The woman soldier that was with him!” Hondo said with an exasperated growl as he scanned the horizon.  
 
A faint sound behind the hanger caught his attention and he took off at a trot, his shotgun at his shoulder and pointed slightly down, but still ready for action. Karl followed, rifle in his hand and his head on a swivel, trying to look at everything at once as they moved. As they rounded the back corner they found the woman soldier. Her shirt had been removed and she had been stood up against a tree with her hands handcuffed to a branch above her head. A bandana had been shoved in her mouth as a gag to keep her from calling out, but she was alive, conscious, and, other than a few scraps and bruises, she seemed to be alright.  
 
As they approached Hondo pulled the gag out of her mouth and fished in his pocket for a ring of keys.
 
“You alright?” He asked
 
It took her a moment to moisten her tongue but she nodded ad first.
 
“…. Ye..UMHMM ..yeah. The one ran off when some shooting started.. was that you?” She asked weakly.
 
“Yeah, they were gonna rape Macey an’ Rape an’ kill Molly, but I managed to stop them in time.” Hondo replied as he pulled out some keys from his pocket and unlocked the handcuffs.
 
As her hands were freed she stumbled a bit, but Hondo caught her by the arm and helped her to the ground.
 
“The corporal … they.. they murdered him.” She said as she sat down.
 
Hondo pulled off his vest and unbuttoned his shirt, giving it to her to put on before pulling his vest back on.
 
“We found him.” Hondo said flatly.
 
She nodded and took the shirt, pulling it on quickly before laying back against the tree.
 
“Thanks.” She said.
 
“What happened?” Hondo asked.
 
She shook her head, “It all happened so fast. I was making a round when a couple of those bikers pulled up out front and a couple out back.  I started to head for the front, but the two that came up by me parked their bikes and followed. By the time I rounded the building they already had overpowered the corporal and the two pulled out their guns on me. They told me to drop the guns and stay quiet or everyone was dead… We tried to buy you some time, but they kept insisting we tell them where we were hiding the wessons and f there was anyone inside armed… We played dumb but they did not buy it, insisting that they had been told we were a group of Wesson lovers who were hiding wessons from their justice… They said they were with that big group… I don’t know. They were insane is all I know.”
 
“They hurt you?” He asked.
 
She shrugged, “They gaged and handcuffed me before slitting that poor boy’s throat, then drug me to this tree and was using me as a punching bag. When I didn’t give in they left the one asshole to guard me while the other three took a look around… they told him he could take me first, but to wait until they got back as they wanted to watch… #$@!ing animals.”
 
“You rest a moment then go inside.” Hondo said before turning to Karl.
 
“Karl, help her inside and stay there. Wake up Marvin and Maggie. I want everyone at full alert. If that bastard I missed gets word to them we could be in trouble fast!” Hondo said quickly.
 
Karl nodded and helped the Sargent up and helped her hobble inside, going around the long way so neither of them had to look at the dead corporal.  
 
Hondo, instead of following them walked back to the corporals body and looked at it for a moment, letting the sight of the dead young man kindle his anger further. After a moment he pulled his radio from his back pocket and keyed the mike.
 
“Righteous Cowboy Calling the Medic…. Righteous Cowboy calling the Medic….. Come in Medic, This is Priority one.” Hondo said flatly into the radio, giving pause between sentences to let Fernando answer.  
After a few more seconds a voice answered, “Medic here. What is wrong, Righteous?”
 
“Need you here. Bring that Major with you.” Hondo replied quickly.
 
“What’s happened, Righteous?” Fernando asked
 
“Not over the radio, Medic. Just come armed and being medical supplies. Righteous Cowboy Out.”

Fernando walks along the parallel path along the airport runway back to the convoy parking lot. As soon as he gets to the Blimp Parking area, the Merchants would be to his left. He does not want to go there but needs to get some intel, some knowledge of how edgy the town maybe. And if possible, has any bikers been in town to buy supplies or caused problems. He thinks, and not wanting to go back to his camper without bringing something back for the women inside, if one can call them that as such prejudices would call Minerva and Miniya animals than humans and Ichigo can pass for an elementary school girl.
 
But he then realizes that Minerva and Miniya are both at Hondo’s hanger, and thus Ichigo is alone in his electric camper. Besides his Medi-Jeep being at Hondo’s hanger, he continues on his way. Just a few dozen yards from the blimp parking area, he starts to turn left into the merchant area. He walks past the expensive food merchants, taking a few turns which he remembers that leads to Giovanni’s private pool hall. There were other houses of ill repute along with Giovanni’s bar and pool hall, as well as hotels renting rooms for enough time for private interludes with the working girls to make their money, and various shops of various tastes in Sexual Pleasure, Dominance, Deviance and Entertainment. They also sold various ‘medications’ and ‘remedies’ to enhance, strengthen and extend one’s endurance in that nature. Not paying any attention, Fernando just glances at the store sizes and the wares displayed at their windows. Oddly, they also seem to sell swimwear though he doubts that they know that it is swimwear or at least was before the Chaos.
 
In the dark reaches as his mind, he thinks “The smaller stores would be more personal in the selling of their merchandise, but the larger ones would have more to sell though he is looking for something specific and simple.”
 
His train of thought is derailed by some young girl calling up to him, about 14 in age, shorter than 5ft tall, and about 50 pounds, more human than Wessen steps up to him, “Hey mister, wanna take a girl out on a date?”
 
He looks about until he sees the girl approach him, in a skirt so short one can see her barely covered young womanly flesh underneath, and a large man’s shirt with the sleeves cut off and buttons removed, tied up tightly to cover her medium sized developing (A+ Cup) breasts for her age. At least she is wearing shoes and some dark panty hose ripped up at various locations including the crotch area. He looks at her with her dirty blonde curly hair and tiny yet floppy ears placed slightly higher on the head than a normal human. Her squinting eyes say that she is very near-sighted, a more pronounced schwa* , with all the pieces fitting into her being from a Sheep Wessen linage though removed a few times. Bruises and scratches on her arms and exposed skin say she’s been through a very rough life. She smells like she has not bathed or showered in several days as she tries to hide how nervous she actually is with every step she takes.
 
He sees her walking up to him though others seem to be trotting up behind her to overtake her to get to him first. He raises his hand and only points to her to approach him. The other older women on the streets seem to stop though the girl continues until she was next to him. He looks down at her.
 
“What is your name and what is a girl like you doing in a situation like this?” He asks her.
 
“My name is Naya...” She begins to say. She pauses for a second before adding, “I’m doing what I can to live, have something to eat and have a bed to sleep in.”
 
“You here on your own or your paying somebody to have those things: food in your belly, and a bed to sleep in?” He asks as he sees no signs of being owned like Miniya described with a leather collar, but there are many ways for one to be owned as a slave.
 
She looks down at the ground.
 
“I’ll take you out on a date, and you will be paid well for what we do. But I will say where we are to go, and what we are going to do. Any disagreement in this, you walk away with nothing. Do you agree to these terms?” He tells her sternly before asking her.
 
She looks up at him before saying “Depending on how long we date, I need to have $50... for my food and bed tonight.”
 
He looks at her sternly, “And what do I get for that $50?”
 
She tries to hide her nervousness before she points to her mouth; then lifts up her skirt and points to her crotch; and lastly letting go of her skirt, turns around before bending over slightly, lifts up her skirt from behind and points to her ass.
 
He lets out a pent up sigh in disgust and anger, not at her but those unknown to him that did this to her and put her into the situation she is in.  He leans towards her, putting his hand on her shoulder and pulls her to stand up and with her back against him as she lets out a gasp. He can feel her tremble slightly under his grasp. He lets go of her shoulder, having his hand go down her arm before taking her wrist.  
 
“You do as I say and I’ll give you more than $50.” He tells her, “Now, follow me.”
 
Before she could say anything, he hauls her into the smaller to the Sex Shops on the block. He pushes her further into the store before putting his hand to her waist and guides her about the place though he can feel her nervousness.
 
Somebody from behind the counter yells at her, “Naya! I Told You To Never Set Foot Here Again!”
 
Fernando turns to face them at the counter, “She’s with me, as she told me this is the best place to come into.” He starts to walk to the counter, “I need 12 black leather slave collars, a couple sets of cuffs and chains. And a clean and private booth to watch the show, with my date.”
 
“And who the #$@! are you?!” The guy on the counter says.
 
Fernando goes into his pocket and puts out 5 $100 gold coins, putting them on the counter, “I’m going to say this – Money Talks, Bullshit Walks. Money will tell you who I am.”
 
The guy at the counter looks at the gold coins and then at Fernando, trying to reach to grab them. Fernando swipes them up faster than the guy at the counter has ever seen. He then pockets his money.
 
“You want my money or I’ll take my business elsewhere?” Fernando tells him.
 
The guy behind the counter stares at him for a moment, only to have Fernando stare at him back.
 
After a few moments Fernando turns to the door, taking Naya with him, “Come. This idiot does not want money.”
 
As soon as Fernando gets to the door, the counter guy says out loud, “Wait!” Fernando turns to face him. The counter guy says before grabs a few of the wall and counts them on the counter, “You said 12 black leather collars...?”
 
Fernando takes a step but only a step to the counter before he says, “You are going to give me a ‘Baker’s Dozen...’ that is, you will put down 13 black leather slave collars, and I pay for ten. That in on top of the other things I want, including the clean private show room.” He pauses for a second to see the clerk’s reaction. Seeing him frozen in place, Fernando tells him, “I know how to do my numbers, so don’t try to do something stupid to rip me off.”
 
The counter person looks up at him, “Wait A Minute! Who Sells 13 for 10 of anything?!!”
 
“Bakers do it, as it is called a ‘Baker’s Dozen...’ 12 which is a dozen plus 1, and then the price is discounted so the customer would say good things about them and bring their friends to buy more from them.” Fernando explains.  He then throws in “If you do not want my business, I’m sure your competition next door will.”
 
“I doubt you have any friends. Why else would you be here picking up dirty Wessen whores off the street?” The clerk tells him.
 
“What I do for my entertainment and with who is my business, not yours. But I do know that my friends on the convoy would come to this area for their needs to be satisfied. Now I can tell them which stores I went too and how well they treated me. I can easily tell them to avoid this place. What do you want me to do and what are you going to do for me for me doing to do you the favor of making you look good in their eyes? And how will you treat them well when they do come? Those choices are yours.” Fernando tells him.
 
“Thirteen leather slave collars?” The clerk asks.
 
“The thick ones, not the thin ones. And a couple sets of cuffs and chains and a clean private room to the show.” Fernando tells him, throwing in, “And whatever the girl wants.”
 
“Huh?” Naya replies.
 
“I doubt there is anything here you would want but if there is, I’ll get it for you.” Fernando tells her.
 
She looks about the store but sees nothing that would interest her though there are plenty of things for others would want to use against her. She turns to face him and shakes her head before she points to him as the thing she wants.
 
Fernando walks up to the counter, looking at the leather collars put on there. He is not happy with what was there, the collars about an inch wide. He looks at the others, thicker collars being shown as a male’s collar. But the collars on the counter were 1 inch to 1 and half inches thick. He decides to take them. He then sees something that catches his eye: 1-piece bathing suits and bikinis of various styles and colors, though they were being sold as lingerie and sex attracting apparel. He looks at Naya, eyeing her size and shape. He takes a 1-piece and bikini, both in black. Feeling the material he can sense that it was a Nylon-like material, perhaps Rayon but not Silk though it could be Spandex or a Polyester Blend though as synthetic materials they require complex chemical processing to make. He then takes several more of the same bikinis and 1-piece bathing suits  in various sizes and all in black, nearly buying out the store’s entire supply. There was one black bikini left, though he already had a set for Ichigo and Macey, this last one was more to Macey’s size, he decides to buy it, emptying it the supply in black 1-piece and bikinis. The pile was enough for mostly the younger girls including Tonya and Zoey, the Bunny girls, and the girls in Minerva’s group including Minerva, Miniya, Abigail and Tracey.
 
Oddly as he walks about the store, he finds bath soaps, shampoos and body wash gels scented to make one smell alluring depending on the kind of smell. There were shampoos and body wash gels with sweet scents, floral scents, natural scents, a couple were labeled as “Pheromones” as in “Male Pheromones” and the other as “Female Pheromones.” The he finds what he was looking for as soon as he found the pile, though it was falsely labeled “Ivory Soap and Body Wash.” It is scent neutral and detergent free. He gathers a few large bars of soap and bottles of body wash with the Ivory label, placing them on the counter. Next to the soaps were spray bottles of various perfumes and colognes, with a good quarter of it being “Jasmine” – a heavy and strong perfume used by prostitutes to hide their lack of proper hygiene practices. He looks them over, but none interested him.
 
Naya reaches for one of the bottles of Jasmine. Fernando stops her signally ‘No’ to her. He then reaches for one labeled as ‘Channel #5’ though he knew it is probably a fake but he hopes that maybe it smelled something like the original. As he takes the bottle of perfume to the counter, he thinks “Why would a sex shop have bathing suits, bath soaps and body washes and perfumes?” In a way it makes sense that a sex worker would need these things for one to augment themselves to be attractive to a ‘John’ with the items were on the store shelves.
 
Taking the items to the counter Fernando points out the chains, handcuffs and leashes to be added to the pile. He thinks about a few other items like a ball gag but decides against them. He looks at the counter guy.
 
“How much for all this, including the discounts?” Fernando asks.
 
The counter guy looks at the items on the counter, flipping through them and counting them in his head. He then states his price, “Give me $200 for everything.”
 
“That includes the clean private room for your show?” Fernando asks.
 
“That is $50 more.” The clerk tells him.
 
“I can get a hotel room for $20 for the whole day!” Fernando lets out at him.
 
“But would they allow you to bring her with you?” The clerk taunts.
 
“Money talks, bullshit walks. Now neatly fold those things up and put them in a large bag.” Fernando tells him. He then puts $250 in gold coins on the counter, “And the key to the room. I want a receipt for everything and no Funny business.”
 
The store clerk gives a toothy grin, “That is what I like to see...”
 
Fernando just scowls at him but thinks of a plan to get even with him as he is one of those promoting the sex trade in the area. Fernando does not care about adults in the sex trade, but when one brings in children and put them in a situation where they have no choice but to be in the sex trade industry in selling their bodies, he has to take some action. He keeps an eye on the clerk as he bags his items and writes up a receipt while holding onto his money on the counter. Once packed, the clerk slides the bag, a key to a room and receipt to Fernando while Fernando slides the money to him. Fernando takes the bag, keys and receipt before taking Naya by her waist and takes her to the rear of the store where private rooms were. Looking at the room key for the room number, he takes her into the room, finding a couch and a 2-way mirror looking down into the show room where a show was going on of a small but older human woman made to look younger than she actually being gang banged by two large Wessens. He locks the door behind them.
 
Fernando takes Naya to the couch, holding her against him. He kisses her along her jaw line and putting his hand on her bare breast, getting her excited as she begins to breathe heavily. He then whispers in her ear.
 
“Do you want to continue living like this or do you want to leave this place and never have to sell yourself again?” He asks her.
 
“Selling myself is all I know what to do...” She begins to reply, “Where would I do, what would I do?”  
 
“You can go with me and my group, we will teach you a lot of things and you do not have to sell yourself any more though you would need to do a job for the group like cooking, cleaning, or watching the little kids. In turn, you will always have a warm place to sleep in and food to eat.” He tells her.
 
“But my master would kill me if I run away.” She tells him.
 
“Who is your master?” He asks.
 
“I doubt you know him, his name is Giovanni.” She answers.
 
“I know Giovanni and I dealt with him in the past. I will buy you from him to release you from his control.” He tells her. He then adds, “Don’t worry about anything. I’ll take care of everything. You just got to do what I tell you to do. Alright?”
 
She nervously nods. The door to their room begins to rattle, and shouting can be heard from the outside, “Sure This Is The Room?!!” “Yeah! He’s In There With One Of Giovanni’s Girls And He’s Loaded With Money!” The last voice Fernando recognizes as the clerk he bought the items from.
 
Fernando takes his crystal and teleports him, Naya and the bag of items he bought to his camper, opens the sliding door, pushes her inside and throws the bag of bought items into the camper before closing the door and teleports back to the show room. He pulls out his guns as he lies back on the couch as the door flies open with a few of large men with clubs and 2X2 planks stepping in with the store clerk behind them. As they walk in, they do not notice that Fernando has his guns out.
 
The one closest to Fernando swings his club at him while yelling “Hand Over Your Mon-*!!” He is silenced by a gunshot to his chest. Fernando keeps shooting, hitting the other two in the head, killing the three of them and wounding the store clerk in the leg. It took less than five seconds for this to transpire.
 
Fernando gets up, picking up the spent shell casings from his gun and then walks over to the dead to get to the store clerk holding his wounded leg. He puts away one of his guns but keeps the other out while he has his cane under his armpit.
 
He looks down to the store clerk, “You just #$@!ed up.”
 
“No! Please Don’t Shoot Me! I Have A Wife And Kids to feed!” The store clerk says.
 
“Too bad for them.” Fernando says before giving him a kick to his stomach. He thinks about shooting the clerk in the head but decides not to and then walks out of the show room area, out into the store area. He puts away his gun and twists the crystal on his cane, pressing it against the cane when done. The money from the cash register and in a shelf under the cash register disappears and fills his pockets. He walks out the store and onto the street before he teleports back to his camper.
 
Fernando opens the sliding door to his camper before stepping inside.
 
Ichigo yells and complains from under the blankets, “Who Is She And Where Did You Go?!!”
 
“Rescuing another girl before some assholes tried to rob us and I went back to make sure they would never rob again.” Fernando tells her.
 
Ichigo pops her head out from the blankets, “And what is in the bag?”
 
“Some soaps and things and some bathing suits for you girls for if and when we end up at a swimming hole so you all won’t be strutting about naked.” Fernando tells her. He thinks for a second as he lifts up the bench seat and looks for a few items in there, pulling out some clothes, clean underwear and a towel for Naya. With the exception of some soap for Naya, he puts the bag into the bench storage area. He closes the bench storage area and puts the clothing on the bed. “I’m going to take you two to Marvin’s camper where you are going take her to the shower inside and have her shower up, wash out her hair and then have her put on these clothes.” He places a paper bag on the bed, “Put her old clothes in this bag. Now get dressed to go out and get her washed up while I deal with her old owner.”
 
“Give me a minute...” Ichigo says as she crawls under the blankets and her hand comes out of the other end to the shelf. A few things are taken from the shelf to under the blanket where it stirs about as Ichigo puts them on.
 
Naya finally speaks, “Who is she?”
 
“That is my ‘ever loving daughter’ Maria, though everyone calls her Ichigo.” He tells her.
 
“Being a ‘loving daughter’ remains to be seen!” Ichigo complains from under the blankets.
 
“We’ll see about you being a loving daughter while I spank your ass tonight for misbehaving and being disrespectful to your father...” He almost growls at her. Then his tone of voice changes, “Just do me the favor of helping her wash up and get cleaned up while I get her out of her master’s slavery. Then we can deal with giving her some food and medicine to fix her up.”
 
Ichigo gets out from the under the blankets, fully dressed in a polo shirt and skirt except for her shoes, which she gets when she sits at the edge of the bed and gets them from the floor. Fernando puts the clothes, towel and soap in the bag before giving it to Naya.
 
He looks at Naya, “We are going to take you to a place to wash up, wash out your hair, dry up with the towel and put on the clothes in this bag. Then put your old clothes in the bag and close up the bag. Maria will take care of you while I have a talk with Giovanni.”
 
“You won’t be with me?” Naya asks.
 
“I have to talk with Giovanni about you and then I’ll be back with something for you to eat, and we’ll discuss about getting a place for you to sleep in. That life on the streets is over for you. Understand me?” Fernando tells her.
 
“Am I going to owe you anything? I mean, I’ll suck your dick or you could #$@! me as much as you like as that is all I have to pay you with.” Naya tells him.
 
Fernando looks at Naya and then at Ichigo. He tells Ichigo, “Explain it to her while I deal with Giovanni. I’m also going to get Minerva and Miniya to come over as this includes them as well.”
 
“Alright...” Ichigo says.
 
“Then let’s go to Marvin’s camper so she can use his indoor shower and get her dressed into the clean clothes.” Fernando tells them before opening the sliding door. He then steps out of the camper and helps the girls to step out of the camper before walking them to Marvin’s camper. He opens Marvin’s camper and lets them in, showing them the bathroom/shower and how to access warm water from it for Naya to shower in. Ichigo will be outside the bathroom as Naya showers up, and when done, she will hand her the towel to dry off and clothes to put on before putting the old clothes in the bag, as Fernando explains it.
 
Naya starts to take off her clothes, dropping them to the floor in front of Fernando and Ichigo before stepping into the shower. Fernando hands her the bar of soap, telling her to lather, rinse, and repeat a few times to cleanse her body and her hair. He says his goodbyes to them as to meet with Giovanni. Naya jumps up naked from the shower stall, grabbing onto his neck and holding him tightly, saying repeatedly “Thank You! Thank You! Thank You! Thank You!”
 
Eventually Fernando wrestles her off him and then nods at Ichigo before stepping out of the camper. He tells her to take Naya to his electric camper when she is washed up and cleanly dressed.  He closes the door to the camper as he leaves.
 
Taking his small Yaesu radio from his pocket as he walks out of the convoy camp, he makes a call to Hondo. “This is The Medic calling The Righteous Cowboy. Come in Righteous Cowboy...”
 
It takes a while but Hondo answers, “This is Righteous, what is going on Medic?”
 
“I just rescued another girl, and I need to talk to Marvin, is he around?” Fernando asks.
 
“He’s out on patrol but I can get him if you like.” Hondo replies.
 
“Don’t go for him. Just tell him that I have a newly found girl using the shower in his camper and I will clean up what mess is there and refill his water tank personally.” Fernando explains.
 
“So, about this girl?” Hondo asks.
 
“Her name is Naya, she’s 14, looks like a sheep Wessen but more human than Wessen, like Minerva and Miniya as they are second gen Human/Wessen Hybrids, and she was desperately whoring herself for food and a bed to sleep at night. I have been told that Giovanni is the one pimping her out. So I’m going to have a talk with him. Either way I’m taking her under my wing.” Fernando explains as he walks out of the convoy camp and onto the blimp parking area before turning onto the merchant area.
 
“Maybe if you can wait until after we return from Center Town, we could have a talk with him together.” Hondo says.
 
“This will be short. Maybe if you like, if he is running a poker game, we’ll join in a few hands. Just beware of the distraction girls...” Fernando says.
 
“We’ll talk when we go get those campers. Too many ears are beginning to listen on this end.” Hondo replies.
 
“Alright. I’ll see you later then. And tell Minerva and Miniya to be ready within the hour to go.” Fernando says, throwing out “This is Medic – Out.”
 
“Righteous Cowboy – Out.” Hondo replies.
 
Fernando makes his way to Giovanni’s Private Bar and Pool Hall though it will take time to get there.
 
 
[Hondo’s Hanger]
 
“What is this I heard about girls being forced to whore themselves?” General Jastrey asks.
 
“Thanks to the twin ladies upstairs, most of the kids have been rescued and are here with us but there are a couple of them out there and Jefe found one of them.” Hondo tries to make a convincing story though much of it is already true.
 
“We can’t have young girls being pimped out like whores on the street. This above all must be stopped.” General Jastrey says.
 
“It is not just girls, but boys too. And like I said, thanks to the twin ladies upstairs, we rescued most of them.” Hondo explains.
 
“What level of depravity is this place?” General Jastrey asks.
 
“Blame it on that asshole Hector De La Cruz. He’s the one that brought down the place. With my help Jefe has been tryin’ to correct the wrongs and clean up the muck and the filth Hector dredged up in this town.” Hondo explains, adding, “I’m sick of this damned place.”
 
“My troops will be taking care of this place when you leave.” General Jastrey says.
 
“This is a big place, and thanks to the lawmen who used to run this place, many are used to paying bribes to have others arrested on trumped up charges of false crimes. This place is full of liars and self entitled idiots willing to do anything, and I mean ANYTHING(!) to have things go their way.” Hondo says with disgust in his voice.
 
 
[Extreme End of Merchant Area; Giovanni’s Private Social Club (Members Only)]
 
Fernando walks up to the door of the establishment, opens it and walks in. he takes the few steps to the bar, though the place was mostly empty as “Happy Hour” was not for a couple of hours from now. He put down a couple of Silver $10 coins on the counter.
 
“A shot of your best rot gut, and I have an appointment with Giovanni.” Fernando tells the barkeep.
 
The barkeep puts a shot glass on the counter and fills it with a no-label liquid. He then tries to take the money but Fernando puts his hand to cover it. He then pulls out a Zippo lighter open and set it aflame. He then tilts the flame on the lighter to the drink, trying to light it. It does not light.
 
“What is this crap?!” Fernando tells him.
 
“It’s our house liquor.” The barkeep tells him.
 
“It does not light. Rot Gut should light up.” Fernando tells him.
 
“What the #$@! are you talking about?!!” The Barkeep tells him.
 
Fernando looks at the shelf on the wall behind him. He then points to plain smooth bottle with a white label. He tells him, “Bring that one over.”
 
“You could not afford a sip from that one.” The barkeep tells him.
 
“Why don’t you go to the back office and get Giovanni over here, and tell him that Miniya’s new owner is here.” Fernando tells him.
 
The barkeep looks at Fernando, then either side of him as if someone would be there to help him but nobody is there. Fernando continues to stare at him with a scowl. The barkeep runs to the back of the place through the curtained halls that separates the public area from the private ones. Fernando can hear some yelling before the barkeep runs behind the counter and cowers in a corner. Giovanni comes out with a couple of body guards. He yells, “Who Dares Make Demands In My Place!”
 
“Demands, no. A couple requests, then that would be me.” Fernando tells him, throwing in, “I asked for a strong drink and I get this crappy water juice.”
 
“You order, you get your drink, you pay. So Pay!” Giovanni tells him.
 
“Second, word on the street says that you’re pimping a girl named Naya.” Fernando begins.
 
“So? She’s mine to do as I wish. If I’m selling her ass, then I’m selling her ass. What is it to you?” Giovanni tells him.
 
Fernando gets up off his seat, taking a step to Giovanni before turning to show him his shoulder and point to the path on his jacket. “First things first – you forget that I am a Medical Doctor and a Rescue Officer. In that I was the one dragged into some sex store not too far from here by some ‘concerned citizens’. Naya was in there beaten to a pulp by two guys with large wooden sticks. While I was there treating her to try to save her, they came back and attacked me in trying to save her. I killed them as I am required to do so – anyone, and I mean ANYONE, interfering with a rescue and patient triage, I Will Kill Them! Anyone Attacking Me, I Will Kill Them! So I did what I had to do for defending myself and Naya. As for Naya, she is very badly hurt that she may not live through the night.”
 
“She probably got caught stealing again.” Giovanni lets out.
 
“That is all you are going to say? You do not ask where she is, or where to have a funeral for her if she dies?” Fernando asks.
 
“What for? Like a lot of people here – she is a waste of resources and life. She dies; no one is going to care for her. Just toss her body out onto the side of the highway.” Giovanni throws at him.
 
“Hmph... I swear. You might as well give me her papers and I’ll give the body a respectful sending.” Fernando tells him.
 
“What if she gets better? I want her working in the streets to pay off what she owes me!” Giovanni tells him.
 
“Nobody is going to want her if she lives. Her hand was crushed and cut off half way up the arm, both her legs were broken that her knees bends backwards compared to ours. All the ribs on one side are broken, as is her head and face smashed in on the same side, internal injuries are lethal. Chances are she would be dead when I return. Nothing left to do but bury the body.” Fernando tells him.
 
“Why do you care? Just another dead street animal.” Giovanni tells him.
 
Fernando points at his patch again and tells him, “I’m a medical officer, I care about life, all life, including yours.” Giovanni stands there pretending to be unphased by the statement. Fernando requests “Can I have her papers, so in the least I can put down on my records of what I had found, treated and dealt with burying her body. No cost to you, other than her papers.”
 
Giovanni turns to one of his body guards, “Go get Pedro here and have him come with Naya’s papers.”
 
“Alright boss.” The guard says before he leaves. In less than a minute later the guard returns with an old nervous weasel of a Wessen who is Pedro. “Here he is.”
 
“Boss, you asked for Naya’s papers?” Pedro says nervously, handing him an oak-tag folder with a few sheets of papers inside. Giovanni takes the folder and looks at the papers before closing the folder. “If I can ask, something happened to her?”
 
Fernando steps in to answer, “Naya was assaulted by a couple of assholes, who tried to assault me when I was giving her medical care – so I did what I had to do in defending myself by killing them. But they beaten her so bad, she will be dead soon enough.”
 
“I see.” Pedro says nervously before he turns and walks away.
 
Giovanni looks at Pedro waking away. He then hands the folder to Fernando. “There. I hope to never see you again.”
 
“I was hoping to see you one more time.” Fernando almost teases him.
 
“Why do you want to see me again?” Giovanni asks in an annoyed tone.
 
“There are a couple guys in my convoy think that they are card sharks, and are itching for a Poker Game. Perhaps you know of one?” Fernando asks, then adds, “For money of course.”
 
“How much are you talking about?” Giovanni asks.
 
“About $100 a hand, ten hands or more depending how much they win or lose.” Fernando tells him.
 
“That’s a bit low. We play at $250 to $500 a hand.” Giovanni says.
 
“I think I can get something for them. Where and when? I hope there is a game today as we are leaving tomorrow.” Fernando tries to trap him.
 
“Come by tonight, around 9PM. And bring lots of money.” Giovanni says.
 
“Tonight around 9PM. I’ll see what I can do about the money. Thanks.” Fernando tells him. He then begins to walk away from Giovanni. In under a minute Fernando was walking out the door. With the folder of Naya’s slave papers under his arm, he makes a fast dash to the merchant area.
 
Once at the merchant area, Fernando looks over the delis and decided for to choose a random one, ordering a salad sandwich (a sandwich with no meat and a thin slice of cheese) and a bottle of sweet water soda. He pays for the order and gathers the items. In a couple of minutes he was entering the Convoy Camp and heading to his Electric Camper. In another minute he is opening the sliding door to his camper to let himself in. It was empty inside, making him think Ichigo and Naya are still in Marvin’s camper. He puts the sandwich and drink onto the sink’s counter top area and goes to the front. He steps out of his camper and closes the door, walking over to Marvin’s camper.
 
Opening the door to Marvin’s camper, Fernando sees Ichigo by the kitchen area. He walks in and closes the door behind him.
 
“Naya is still showering?” He asks.
 
“She came out and though she was mostly washed up, I told her go back in to wash up some more and hit certain areas with some more soap.” Ichigo explains. Fernando nods before Ichigo asks, “Where did you find her?”
 
“She found me, but that is besides the point.” He tells her.
 
“Her first shower took about 10 layers off her...” Ichigo complains, adding, “I hope you are not having her sleep with us.”
 
“Let’s see how much she improves. Between the shower, some lunch for her and some medicine I will later give her, she will greatly improve.” He tells her. He throws in, “I need to go with Hondo after I set you and her up in the camper, but I will be back in less than an hour. Then later tonight I will leave with Hondo and come back later. Talk to Ruth about dinner for our guest, and make sure to get her a vegetarian meal for her: a no-meat soup, a salad sandwich, and a sweet water drink or some juice for her. I’ll get something from the Dub Box Camper for her to sleep in with us. When she’s done, get her dressed and bring her to the camper while I set things up.”
 
“I will...” Ichigo replies.
 
The door to the bathroom stall opens, and Naya steps up to the doorway wet and naked as the day she was born. Both Ichigo and Fernando look at her.
 
“I think I’m done...” Naya says to them. It is very apparent that the poor girl has been beaten, abused and malnourished. Her modesty seems to be nonexistent.
 
Ichigo steps up to her and gives her a sniff. Fernando stands over Ichigo and sniffs Naya as well and runs his finger through her hair which is now more white than blonde (aka. to some as “Platinum Blonde). He then reaches over to the counter to grab the towel and tosses it over her head, rubbing it hard to get as much of it as towel dry as possible. He dries her face with the towel before lowering it to her body and wrapping it around her under her armpits.
 
He tells her as he points to the clothes on the counter. “Dry yourself off and get dressed with these clothes. I’ll going to set up a sleeping area for you in my camper for tonight. When you are done, ‘Maria’ will take you back to my camper.”
 
Naya looks at the clothes and then nods at Fernando. Fernando steps out of Marvin’s camper and heads his camper, going into his Dub Box Camper Trailer first. Inside he searches about for a pillow, sleeping bag, blanket and a couple of padded furniture blankets for the floor. He takes them back to his camper and starts to set up a sleeping area on the floor for her by the sink counter. The furniture blankets were set up double folded on the floor, giving about 4 inches of padding off the floor, followed by the sleeping bag, pillow and blanket.
 
The sliding door opens with Naya and then Ichigo stepping inside. Ichigo goes straight to the bed, taking off her shoes and lies on her side on the bed. Fernando finishes setting up Naya’s sleep area and steps away from it while on his knees.
 
“Try it.” He tells her.
 
Naya looks at it, slowly getting onto the pile of bedding, sitting down with her legs crossed (aka. Indian Style), feeling the bedding around her before lowering her head and begins to cry.
 
“What’s wrong?” He asks.
 
She sobs for a moment before saying “This is more than what I get...”
 
Fernando does not believe what he is hearing. Though in his time before The Chaos there were ‘stories’ of run-away teens sleeping in alleys and other areas with little more than what they could carry.
 
She continues while sobbing “If I got a blanket, others would take it away from me...” She tries to catch her breath between sobs, “It’s been cold the past few nights...”
 
Fernando takes a step to her on his knees and leans to her “Look, Naya. This is only a temporary setting, meaning, this is for a couple of nights, and then you will be with somebody I trust in their camper that has a bit more room and a private bathroom. I am not throwing you out, I just need you nearby someplace else with people I trust but you are always welcomed here. After that, you will have your own sleeping gear much like this one. It is going to be crazy for a couple days as we figure things out.”
 
Naya leans over to him before pouncing on him and holding him tightly, trying to stop crying but can’t. It takes him a while to wrestle her off him but at the same time he pulls her off the bed to show her that it is a sleeping bag by pulling up the upper flap and not just a pillow and blanket on some padding.
 
“Look, Naya. You go inside there, pull up the zipper to close the bag and the pull the blanket to cover you. You should be very warm in there. Go in there and try it out.” He tells her.
 
Naya nervously goes into the sleeping bag, as the only times she seen a body go into a bag is when it is dead and to be thrown out. Fernando reaches over to the zipper and pulls it up slightly and then takes her hand to show her the inside zipper tab for her to pull up and down as she liked. He then takes her hand to take the blanket on the sleeping bag to cover herself further.
 
“Comfortable?” He asks. She nods. “Good. Now open up the sleeping bag, push up on the cover and blanket and sit on it. I have some food for you for now and dinner later on. I also need you to take a pill later to take care of what illnesses you may have gotten and heal your injuries.” He tells her. He gets higher up on his knees and reaches over to get the small meal he bought for her, handing her the bag. He tells her, “I’m guessing that you cannot eat meat for being the Wessen Type that you are, so there is no meat in the sandwich. Eat now and relax. Ichigo will show you the bathroom in the back camper. Nobody sleeps in the back camper as there is no heat in it for the past few nights has been very cold, but here there is some heat.”
 
Naya nods before slowly opening the bag and finding a wrapped sandwich and a sweet water soda inside.
 
“I need to go; except for the bathroom you do not leave the camper without me or some other adult with you. Even going to the bathroom, take Maria with you. Things around here are not safe for you to go out alone.” Fernando tells her. “I’ll be honest with you, there is a Wessen Hating Highway Gang in town and if they see you, they will get and kill you. So it is better for you to stay in here as to not been seen. Maria can step out with caution as she is human. I also got your slave papers from Giovanni, so you now belong to me.”
 
Naya starts crying again.
 
“Naya, what is wrong now?” Fernando says with some frustration in his tone.
 
She looks up at him while sobbing, “What you said – about the Wessen Hating Highway Gang... a lot of girls like me were picked up by these men and were found dead days later. I managed to hide from them...”
 
Fernando just stays there, his anger smothering.
 
He then says to her, “Eat up, drink, and relax. I have to leave for a while but I will be back. You will be safe here while I am gone.” He then gets higher up on his knees again, taking the Yaesu VX-2 radio from the counter and he tosses it onto Ichigo’s lap. “I will call you to let you know that I will be out of range and when I come back. But like I said earlier I will be back by an hour. In case of an emergency, take Naya to Hondo’s camper. If there is no answer there, go to the Medical tent and hide in there.”
 
“I will.” Ichigo tells him.
 
Fernando lifts his leg to plant his foot on the ground, taking his boot-gun from his boot and tosses it on Ichigo’s lap. He tells her, “You know how to use that, I trust you to use it when needed. Now hide it on you. I have to go.”
 
Ichigo nods, taking the holstered gun and clipping it to the top hem on her skirt on her waist.
 
Fernando gets up and walks to the sliding door, opens it and steps outside before closing it. He walks up to the teens Madison and Patricia.  
 
“Madison, Patricia; I will be getting Mae and June, for us to go. I will be taking their Buggy and one of you will be driving it in Center Town...” Fernando explains as he goes up to the blue dune buggy. He drops the trailer tongue jack and secures it on the ground before disconnecting the dune buggy from the camper. “Wait for me here while I go get them.”
 
“Will do!” Madison says as he and Patricia walks up to the blue dune buggy.
 
Fernando walks up to Hondo’s camper and knocks on the door. The door opens, with Val opening it. She looks exhausted, run-down is more like it.
 
He says to her, “Sorry to interrupt you. I need to get Mae and June for a second round of getting supplies. Also, anything you need I can get?”
 
Val turns around to call for Mae and June, who come quickly to the door. Fernando helps them down from the camper. He then looks at Val.
 
“We should be back at an hour. Anything you would like, if I can find it I’ll get it.” Fernando tells her.
 
“No.” Val says to him.
 
“OK then.” Fernando says. He then throws in, “I do not care how it is done, but you and Hondo are going to make amends before we leave this place in a day or so. None of these things you are accusing him are his fault. Stop misplacing blame on him when it is somebody else’s fault. Understand that people died looking for you. People got hurt looking for you. Hondo got shot and nearly died in trying to get you back. You want to blame somebody, blame me because I did not have that talk with Macey about what love is and made Zoey scared to run away with her false misinformation.  I can assure you that it won’t happen again. And I am going to tell you this – that man loves you. But scorn a man that loves you, belittle him, hurt him, burn him with words and actions, and he will leave you for another because you left him no choice. No man that ever lived stayed with a woman who scorns him no matter how much he may have loved her. You want him as your husband, you better treat him as a loving wife should. That is all I have to say.”
 
“You done?” Val asks.
 
“I’m done for now, but there will be more in the future if this continues.” Fernando tells her.
 
Val stands there scowling at him.
 
Fernando throws in, “Like I said, we will be back in about an hour. See you then.”
 
He then signals Mae and June to go ahead of him. He guides them to their dune buggy where Madison and Patricia were waiting. They gather at the vehicle as he picks up his tiny Yaesu VX-2 radio.
 
“This Medic calling for the Cowboy. Are you out there, Righteous?” Fernando keys up on the radio.
 
Hondo replies after a few seconds “I’m here. What’s happenin’?”
 
“It’s about time to go. Get the girls ready, and get a pull cart with you. Get Marvin to drive the large SUV. I got the Teens to bring the Bunny Girl’s Dune Buggy and you and I will take the Medic Jeeps. Same crew as before with our girls and the other hamster girl will be with us.” Fernando says, twisting the crystal on his cane to teleport 2 pull carts to the side of the dune buggy.
 
“Alright, I’ll get that done. How soon can you be here?” Hondo replies and asks.
 
“I can be there in 3 minutes.” Fernando replies.
 
“I’ll see you then.” Hondo replies.
 
“Alright – Medic Out.” Fernando says. He then puts away the radio in his pocket and looks at them. “When riding, Minerva and Minya will be with Marvin in his SUV, Mae and June will be with Hondo in the Medi-Jeep, Madison and Pat will be with each other in the Buggy, and the girls Macey and Zoey will be with me in my Medi-Jeep. Our drives will be short, and we will be teleporting most of the time. Now we ready to go?”
 
They all agree. Fernando turns the crystal on his cane before pressing. They, the blue buggy, and the two pull carts disappear in a flash of light. They reappear in front of Hondo’s hanger. Fernando takes the pull carts with him and begins to secure them on the roof of the Medi-Jeeps. Hondo comes out with Minerva, Miniya, Macey and Zoey behind him. Seeing Fernando, Minerva runs to him and hugs him. Eventually the others catch up with her.
 
Miniya stands by her twin, putting her hand to her face and shaking her head for a moment. She then reaches over and grabs Minerva by her arm, pulling her by the arm to get her off him. As Minerva was being hauled off him, he reaches over and takes Macey, pulling her towards him hugs her. He then signals for Hondo to approach them.
 
Miniya says to her sister but loud enough to be heard, “You can have some alone time with your boyfriend later in private!”
 
Fernando replies to her comment, “You, her and I can have some alone time after we return, but before we go get your campers and do some shopping, I need to ask some questions about somebody who I found and rescued.” He signals to Hondo to get closer, though everyone in the group closes up the circle. “Hondo, where is General Jastrey?”
 
“She left with one of troop’s jeeps but saying that she would return and ‘get things going at a better level,’ in her words.” Hondo explains.
 
“OK. According to the girl I rescued, there were several of them, but the Wessen Hating Bikers picked them up and took them away, they were found dead a day later. Since these girls are Wessens or half or quarter Human Wessen Hybrids, no one is saying a word. She managed to avoid them in these past days.” Fernando explains.
 
“Of all the...” Hondo begins to say.
 
“I know.” Fernando says, interrupting him from cursing in front of Zoey and Macey. He turns to Miniya, “Miniya, the girl says she’s one of Giovanni’s slave girls he was pimping. I lied and managed to get him to give me her slave papers so I now own her like I ‘own’ you. I just want to know if you know her. Her name is Naya...”
 
Miniya scowls at her, “Yes, I know her. She’s one of his street girls, and a thief.” She looks at Hondo for a second before turning back to Fernando, “If you rescued her, you better watch out that she does not rob you blind.”
 
Minerva tries to interject, “Naya and a few older girls used to be with the kids upstairs but they decided to leave on their own because they thought they were too old to be with kids and to make money. Don’t know what happened to them after that.”
 
Miniya throws out, “Men like Giovanni took them in and made them their slave girls and had them work the streets. But besides being street girls, they also went about robbing from stores and clients. Some were caught and beaten up. I know she had been caught a few times and beaten up for her thievery.”
 
“And what about where they sleep?” Fernando asks.
 
“If they made money, Giovanni had a place for them to sleep in. If they had no money, wherever they went to sleep is on them, even if they slept in the streets or alley ways. It is like that for all girls no matter who was their master.” Miniya tells him. She throws in, “If Naya was avoiding people because of the other girls being found dead that means she made no money and was probably sleeping in the streets or alleys.”
 
“I see.” Fernando lets out in a sigh.
 
“Where is Naya now?” Miniya asks.
 
“She is being watched over by Ichigo while I am gone.” Fernando states. He then says, “I’m going to need her here with the others, and in your camper with the other girls when we leave. Between you, your twin, Abi, Tracey and I, we can keep an eye on her and see if she improves. If not, I’ll drop her off at the side of the highway or the next town we visit and leave her to her own devices.”
 
Miniya nods though Minerva was in shock about it “You are not going to leave her behind, are you?”
 
Fernando throws in, “The rules of the convoy are simple – become a detriment or a problem to any or all members of the convoy, and you will be kicked out. I’ll give you $1000 and send you off on your way with whatever stuff is yours. It is that simple. I am not going to allow for problems to continue within the convoy when it hurts anyone and everyone in the group. Naya wants to become a problem, if she is caught stealing or lying, then she can leave. If she is helpful and contributing to the group, then she can stay all she wants. Everyone earns their keep, everybody has a job to do, nobody is allowed to ‘sleep their way’ in this group. Like I tell everybody, if you do not like it, you can leave.”
 
Everyone standing around all agree.
 
Fernando asks and says, “Hondo, you got another pull cart? I only brought two. With this buggy, the SUV, the two Medi-Jeeps and their campers, we got a lot to fill out.” He then turns to Miniya and Minerva, “When we move out of this town, Naya will be in your group. The drives in Center Town will be short, so, you two will be with Marvin in the SUV, Mae and June will be with Hondo in the Medi-Jeep, Zoey and Macey will be with me in the other Medi-Jeep and Madison and Patricia will be in the Buggy. Once the vehicles are parked and we are shopping, Hondo like before you will have Madison, Patricia and Marvin. I will be with Mae, June, Minerva, Miniya, Macey and Zoey. I want you guys to stock up on food for yourselves and for the group. The last stuff we bought was for mostly for the group. Try to get dry foods or powdered juices so they last longer on the trip. If you find somebody selling large empty metal drums, we can get them for fuel, food and water storage. After we return and pack up what we bought, I will take Minerva and Miniya for a driving lesson to access their skills and add to them. Hondo, if you can and if you like, I need you to take April, Kiah, Mae and June and do the same with them in their buggy.”
 
“I’ll do that if there is time.” Hondo says.
 
“Good.” Fernando replies, adding, “I’ll have Jerry and his guys in Center Town to top off our tanks. The only problem I see is when we leave, we have the SUV and Hondo’s two Mechanics’ Jeeps with no drivers, and the drive to the next town is over 10 hours without a break though I will decide for us to take a break for meals and stuff.”

 
Madison raises his hand, “Will the Mechanics’ Jeeps have a trailer?”
 
Fernando turns to Hondo, who answers, “Not at this time. They are just jeeps like the Medi-Jeeps but larger with 4 doors and tools in the back for repairing.”  
 
“That reminds me, Hondo. If you see tools, no matter the condition, get them and I’ll fix them up. I know you and I have tools but let’s not break ours tools in fixing other people’s rides.” Fernando tells him.
 
Hondo nods, thinking where in Center Town he had seen tools. Though he thinks about the tools, he switches back to Naya “What you goin’ to do with that Naya Gal?”
 
“After we come back and put away the food and supplies, I will give her a pill to heal on and see how she behaves in the night. If she wants to stay, I do have her slave papers from Giovanni. I’ll get General Jastrey to update them as the local government no longer not exists here.” Fernando points out.
 
“So Macey gets a new playmate of her own age...” Hondo scoffs.
 
“No. Macey may have been the daughter of a whore house madam and has seen lot from there, but she is still a pure virgin, even though the filth that comes out of her mouth makes me want to smack her ass at times.” Fernando says as he holds his little girl tighter against him, “Naya because of her past has done things Macey could have done but did not do. So there is that level of experience to deal with.”
 
“What about usin’ the pill and cane to erase her memories?” Hondo asks.
 
“I need to think about that one. It is not like I can erase selected parts of her memory. Let’s say she had a good day yesterday until she was grabbed, raped and beaten to near death. The pill would heal her body, but to erase the memory of what happened, I would have to erase much of her day from a fuzzy point hours before the event to the end of the day. Then we would have to say that she had an accident and hit her head which is why she forgot what happened.  Memories are tricky, they all do not reside in a central point in the brain and emotions can reinforce them making them that much harder to erase. In Naya’s case, I would have to erase years of what she’s been through. In the end she would be a virgin in mind and body but what else would be lost? It is a hard card to play.” Fernando explains.
 
“We can’t be havin’ her givin’ ideas to Macey and possibly even Zoey that it is alrigh’ to sell yourself, that has to be nipped in the bud righ’ away.” Hondo says.
 
“We will see what can be done. I have not hypnotized anyone in a long time but maybe it can be done to her, and if so, program her do to and think otherwise.” Fernando says, adding “You and I will discuss it after we return from Center Town and have put away the supplies we bring back and while the girls get their practice driving. I will need your help in that.” Fernando explains.
 
“If successful, she would be a virgin in mind and body once again...” Hondo states the obvious. He then throws out, “If we’re gonna keep ‘er, that would be the proper and best thing to do.”
 
“Minerva, Minya, Abi, Tracey and the Bunny Girls have been restored as virgins as far as their bodies goes. But they still retain the memories of their past and in their mind from those memories are not virgins. But they know how to act and what is expected of them as virgins to keep their chastity intact.” Fernando explains. He throws in “Hell, even Ichigo has been given a pill as well.”
 
“I’m a virgin... again?” June says.
 
“You and anyone I gave the pill too, including the kids upstairs.” Fernando tells her, though all heard it.
 
As June rushes to Fernando hug him, Hondo realizes, “Wait... you gave the pill to Val and Molly. That means they are virgins too?”
 
“As a side effect of the healing process, yes.” Fernando explains as June tries to get between Macey and him.
 
“What about men?” Minerva asks, “Does the pill make them virgins?”
 
“Not physically or mentally.” Fernando says, he then explains, “When a female loses her virginity, the muscles of her vagina, cervix and uterus stretch and some even gets ripped. Thus her physical virginity is lost after that. Men do not have that, thus they have no virginity to restore. But for the females, those muscles are restored and healed to a virgin state, making them physical virgins again. But the memories remain that they are not virgins as the pills work on the body, not the mind.”
 
“I see.” Minerva says.
 
Macey and Zoey, more Zoey than Macey look at Fernando, unsure what they are talking about, though Macey is more busy with trying to push June away from her father.
 
“What’s all that Uncle Fernando said?” Zoey asks.
 
“We’ll talk about soon enough, sweetie...” Hondo explains.
 
“Oh. OK...” Zoey replies.
 
“Are we ready to go?” Hondo asks in an annoyed tone.
 
“We just need one more pull cart, then Minerva and Miniya can go with Marvin in the SUV, Mae and June can go with you in the second Medical Jeep, Zoey and Macey can go with me in the first Medical Jeep, and the teens can go in the in the blue buggy. Then we can go to Center Town.” Fernando explains.
 
Hondo goes into the hanger and finds a pull cart, bringing it out and with Marvin’s help, secure it to the top of the SUV. In a couple of minutes, they all get into their assigned vehicles. Engines and CB radios are turned on, Fernando twists the crystal on his cane, and the group of vehicles, their drivers and passengers disappear from the hanger. In a second or so, they end up on the parking lot of Central town. Fernando puts his Medi-jeep into gear and leads the group out of the parking lot and out towards Jerry’s work shop.
 
[To Be Continued...]

[7:30 – 9:00PM: Junk Town 98357, Area Around Female Dorms.]
 
Tower spot lights and lights stung up between buildings dimly lights up the darkness off the living area of the junk piles. Tamara walks in and out of the Female dorms, pretending to have an upset stomach as the excuse to go to the bathroom, though she was checking out the placement and patrols of the guards and what Maria was doing. Going to the bathroom, one of the guards turns the corner and sees Tamara trying to go in while looking about.
 
“Where are you going?!!” The guard runs up to her with his rifle pointed towards her.
 
Tamara turns to face the guard and thinks fast as to how to get out of the situation, decided to pretend to be sick. She puts her arms across her belly and hunches over, “I’m not feeling well... I got to go to the bathroom.”
 
The guard looks her over from his stand point, not too sure what to do about her. Though hunched over, Tamara shifts her eyes upwards to look at what the guard is doing, before pretending to gag and heave, pretending to throw up before pleading, “I have to go, mister!”
 
Thinking she is going to throw up on him, he steps back away from her, telling her, “Go... go inside and make it fast. Nobody is supposed to be out here...”
 
Without hesitation, Tamara runs into the women’s bathroom tent. She goes into one of the stalls and pretends to loudly gag and heave as to sound like she is throwing up for about a minute. After a while she goes silent, quietly going to the entrance to see where the guard was. She does not see him in the nearby area. She does hear muffed moaning nearby. She cautiously steps out of the women’s bathroom and follows where the moaning. She tries her best to be within the shadows as she peaks around the corner of the back of the women’s bathroom.
 
She gasps as she sees Nikka bent over with her skirt over her waist and panties down to her knees, being #$@!ed from behind by one of the guards while giving another guard a blow job, with two other guards are jerking off near them as if waiting for their turn.
 
“That hoe!” Tamara says to herself, “If the Mine Master finds out about her #$@!ing the guards, they would be all dead for sure!” She looks around to make sure no one else was around, before she turns back to look at them, absent-mindedly putting her hand up her skirt and rubs her groin to try to satisfy an itch before saying to herself, “If Francisco was not making his escape tonight, I would snitch on them for sure!”
 
With her hand still up her skirt trying to satisfy her itch, she tries to look about to see where the other guards were. They seem to be in place in their areas. She then goes back to looking at Nikka and the other guards, seeing that another guard was doing her from behind while she was giving the first guard who was behind her a blowjob while jerking off the guard she gave the blow job to originally. All Tamara could say quietly to herself, “She must be some kind of a freak!”
 
Though Tamara had to satisfy the Mine Master and any of his clients as per their demands, Tamara thinks of herself of being better than Nikka because she would not have group sex like Nikka is currently demonstrating. Such actions she sees Nikka doing she deems as being a slut and a hoe, though she had to service multiple partners the Mine Master wanted her to serve but she did it one at a time.
 
She realizes that the guard currently doing Nikka from behind is the same guard that caught her sneaking into the bathroom. Then she realizes in mislead conclusion that the guard stopped her thinking that she was supposed to be his date! And if she did not play sick, then who knows what would happened to her, in possibly being dragged out and forced to have sex with the other guards. She then realizes that she could next if caught snooping around. In having worked her fingers into her panties, she suddenly pulls her hand out and gets out of the area before she is discovered. She was back in the women’s dorm before anyone noticed her missing though it has been more than an hour she was out sneaking around, watching the guards and then watching what was going on with Nikka and the guards.
 
Thinking as to what was going on with Nikka and the guards, Tamara thinks that this would be the best time to sneak out into Francisco’s workshop, hide inside his camper and wait for Francisco and Maria to come. All rides on Francisco and Maria making their move to escape later that night. She gets up out of her bed, folding up her blanket and taking it with her pillowcase stuffed with her personal belongings. She then walks to Darlene’s ‘room’, a 6’x9’ space with a cot in it. Darlene herself was on her bed staring at the ceiling.
 
“Darlene! Darlene!” Tamara calls her out in a loud muffled voice.
 
Eventually Darlene notices Tamara calling her, “What is it?”
 
“It’s time to go!” Tamara tells her out in a loud muffled voice.
 
Darlene slowly gets up from her bed, sitting on its edge, saying to herself, “This better not be a trap.”
 
Of course Tamara heard it and got offended by those words, retorting “If I’m trying to escape and take you with me, it is not a trap. But if I have to stay another day in here, I have a trap for that Nikka bitch...”
 
“What are you talking about?” Darlene asks in a quieted tone.
 
“Never mind. It’s time to go.” Tamara tells her.
 
Darlene grumbles something as she gets up and gathers her blanket and pillow case. In a few seconds they were sneaking out the door, with Tamara looking out for guards as she leads the way. Most of the living area, office spaces and vehicle area were lit up with the lights on wires and the spot lights on the guard towers searching for anyone sneaking around. But in her mind, Tamara thinks that with Nikka #$@!ing half of the guards on patrol, this would be their best chance to escape.
 
Once onto the area where the piles were, things were a bit sketchy as the lighting from the living and office areas dimly lit up the piles in the front of the yard but little to no light shone past into the piles yard and one has to go through by the light of the moon and stars. Darlene has been in the piles many times to give water to men on the piles, and has memorized the layout, but Tamara thinks she know exactly where Francisco’s workshop is at, eventually getting them lost for the first 10 minutes of their escape. Darlene eventually steps in to navigate through the maze of piles to the rear of the yard. Once within yards of their destination, Tamara takes over to try to make herself look good, and finds the hidden door by pulling on random areas on the pile with the excuse that “they all look the same.”
 
Eventually they find the door to Francisco’s hidden work shop. Tamara finds a flashlight to light up the area. She then tells Darlene, “Open the camper like you did before!”
 
Not liking to be ordered around, Darlene walks to the camper and unlocks the lock to the camper and opens the door, managing to throw in her blanket and stuffed pillow case into the camper. Seeing the camper door open, Tamara rushes past Darlene to go inside the camper, tossing her things in and then jumping in herself. She looks around and finds a set of switches, pressing them on and off until the inside light of the camper turns on. She then extends her arm to put the still-turned-on flashlight to Darlene’s chest. Darlene catches it before it fell to the floor.
 
“Put that on the table.” Tamara tells her, adding as Darlene walks to the workshop table, “And turn it off!”
 
At the workshop table, Darlene looks over the flashlight and figures out how to turn it off. With the flashlight off, the only thing providing light was the inside of the camper. She walks up to the camper and was about to step inside when she sees Tamara trying to set up her things which is taking up much of the space of the inside of the camper.
 
“Tamara!” Darlene lets out.
 
“What?” Tamara looks at her.
 
“You cannot take up all the space! I’m going to need to be in there and Francisco is going to demand his space back when he comes in here!” Darlene tries to explain.
 
“I really do not care. He can be in here when I am out. He is not going to sleep in there when I am in here. Neither will that bitch Maria. They both can sleep outside when I am in here.” Tamara tells her.
 
Darlene climbs into the camper to the far side, pushing Tamara’s blanket and things onto her and taking up a space for herself. She stuffs her pillow case with her things inside the camper pillow beside the wall, and then covers herself with her blanket, wrapping it tightly around herself as she turns onto her side facing the camper wall. She then tells Tamara to close the door and turn off the light.
 
“Why should I turn off the light?” Tamara complains as she reaches to the door.
 
“Anyone going in can see the light and see that we are inside.” Darlene says in frustration.
 
Tamara sits there thinking, taking several moments for her hamster in the wheel to catch its breath and start walking in the wheel again to regain her thinking process going. She then reaches over to the light switch and turns it off. She then complains, “Damn, you’re like Nikka in getting things her way, that slutty hoe.”
 
Darlene replies, “You want to hide or you want to be caught? Leaving the lights on would make us easy to find.” There is silence for a moment before Darlene says and asks, “This is the second time you mention Nikka. Besides her taking over your spot as the Mine Master’s favorite service girl, what’s your beef with her?”
 
Tamara just sits there a growls for a bit before saying, “That bitch! While checking on the guards and what they are doing, I caught her servicing five guards at the same time! I almost got caught because of her! Caught because they were probably thought I was her and I had to pretend to be sick to go into the bathroom. When I got out of the bathroom, I caught her servicing them all at the same time!”
 
“You had serviced several of the Mine Masters clients before.” Darlene points out.
 
“I serviced them one at a time; she was servicing 5 guys at the same time!” Tamara lets out.
 
“Forget about it. If Francisco and Maria escape with us in his camper, we will be out of this place.” Darlene tells her.
 
Tamara sits there in silence and for some reason, fuming.