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AUTHOR'S NOTES: With every passing day bringing worse news about the future of my beloved United States of America, my muse is on full throttle. Thank goodness for safety harnesses and lots of alcohol.


Fighting for Love

Alice quickly dispatched Bumper's tormentor. It was not difficult, since she caught him off-guard while he was punishing Bumper. Jesse wondered how they were going to free Bumper from the chains, until Alice pulled out a hand-held torch. Once they cut Bumper free, Jesse grabbed the bloodied sheet and wrapped it around the battered young man.

"Bumper, what happened to your bum?" Amy asked.

Once again, Jesse's quick reflexes saved them. He gagged Bumper before the traumatized young man could scream.

Alice ordered Jesse and Amy bring Bumper to safety.

"Where are you headed?" Jesse asked.

"I'm going to rescue more humans and kill as many of them as possible," Alice grinned, shouldered her staff, and headed further in to the compound.

Jesse shook his head, thinking nothing good is going to come from letting that loose cannon run amok, but he had a mission to finish.

Outside the compound, out of harm's way, the medical team was busy examining each rescued town resident. So far, each one, with the exception of Bumper, was physically fine, but psychologically scarred. As the number of rescued town residents grew, so did Mr. Beale's concerns. He needed a plan to successfully integrate all these people back into the town, as well as establish a program to help them through their psychological trauma.

"Jesse," Mr. Beale called the young man over, "I've sent Amy to the hospital with Bumper, because in her current state, she's more of a liability than an asset. I want you to join Aubrey and Emily."

"Yes Mr. Beale," Jesse smiled and ran off to find his new teammates.

After several minutes of searching, Aubrey, Emily, and Jesse were coming up empty. The tracking device remained dark.

"Maybe it's dead?" Emily asked.

"No, I picked up a fully charged unit when we left," Aubrey answered.

"Maybe we got them all?" Emily suggested.

"Jesse…," Aubrey turned to the young man to ask him to scan the area, but found he was already scanning.

"I hear something in that direction," Jesse pointed towards the sound.

Chloe cautiously made her way down the long corridor towards the signal. She knew her dad would reprimand her for disobeying Aubrey's orders, but she did not care. She needed to find Beca before anything happened to her best friend.

Aubrey, Emily, and Jesse stood stock still, staring at the horrific scene before them.

"W…w…what should we do?" Emily asked, her voice shaking with fear.

"Aubrey, we should retreat," Jesse warned.

"We need to help Alice," Aubrey stated with more bravado than courage.

"Aubrey, all we'll be doing is bringing back her dead body. Is that worth risking our lives?" Jesse asked.

Aubrey was in turmoil. From the scene Aubrey just witnessed, Alice was fighting a losing battle, clearly outnumbered, but she knew Alice would fight to her dying breath. Her mentor had serious injuries, bleeding profusely, which was drawing the enemy to her, like sharks to chum.

"No, we have to help her!" Aubrey decided and readied her weapon.

"Wait, let's see if we can get some backup first," Jesse suggested.

"There's no time," Aubrey stated and headed into battle.

Jesse radioed for backup before following his team leader.

After several minutes, Chloe realized the long corridor was taking her in a downward direction. An image of interconnecting stairs heading in all different directions popped into her head. She smiled, remembering the day she dragged Beca to the art show where she saw the famous artwork.

"Beca, where are you?" Chloe softly whispered.

Chloe heard the call for backup and mere seconds later, the corridor filled with the sound of footsteps and shouting. The redhead opened the closest door and slipped inside.

"My goodness, what do we have here?"

In the blink of an eye, Chloe found herself pinned against the wall, staring in to mesmerizing light blue eyes.

Aubrey, Emily, and Jesse protectively surrounded Alice, who was lying on the ground unconscious. They were near exhaustion. Aubrey glanced down at Alice and was blindsided by a large male. He had the blonde pinned to the ground. Aubrey saw the razor-sharp fangs and knew she was about to die, so she closed her eyes.

"FIND YOURSELF ANOTHER GIRL! THIS ONE'S TAKEN!"

Seconds later, Stacie was helping Aubrey to her feet.

"S…S…Stacie?" Aubrey stammered.

"Miss me?" Stacie grinned.

Aubrey looked around and saw the last enemy turn to ash.

"Sorry we took so long," Stacie apologized.

Aubrey looked at Stacie and then wrapped her arms around the startled brunette, "I'm just glad you're here."

Chloe tried to raise her crossbow, but found her crossbow arm pinned to the wall.

"Tisk, tisk…were you planning on shooting me with that?" Kommissar taunted.

The redhead remained silent and defiant. Kommissar leaned in close and took a deep breath.

"Mmmm…you smell delicious…a bit like my feisty mouse," the tall blonde seductively growled.

"If you're going to kill me, just do it already!" Chloe barked.

"Another feisty one," Kommissar happily stated, "I like feisty."

Chloe's eyes grew to size of saucers when Kommissar ripped the crossbow from the redhead's arm. The leather straps tore away like paper. The tall blonde scooped up the slight redhead and tossed her on the bed.

"Now we can play," Kommissar bared her fangs.

After surviving the melee, the teams brought their injured to the medical team. They immediately rushed Alice to the hospital, but the doctors were not optimistic. Mr. Beale officially ended the mission and ordered everyone back to town. Jesse begged the mission leader to send in another team to find Beca and Chloe, but Mr. Beale felt it was too dangerous, now that they no longer had the element of surprise.

On the walk back to town, Aubrey clung to Stacie's arm. The young genius dreamed of the day Aubrey would look at her the same way the blonde looked at their friend Chloe, but Stacie knew this was not the same.

"Aubrey? Are you okay?" Stacie asked.

"Yes…thanks to you," Aubrey smiled and hugged Stacie's arm.

"This is definitely not the same," Stacie sighed to herself.