The Repugnance

Stevie woke up to the faces of several young children, most of them boys, all of them younger than 12, and all of them looking amused at him, with a bright light shined in his face, to where he could hardly focus, but saw enough. "Did I properly capture the aesthetics?" Stevie didn't answer him. Preston turned the light down. "I only had your description to go from…" He opened his phone and glanced at something, "I have this nightmare, sometimes - where the seed that I donated before being pulled from the program had been used. In the dream, I wake up, unable to move, surrounded by a hoard of blond children and I just know that they're mine; but I never get to see what they do to me, now that they've found me…"

Stevie stared straight ahead, avoiding looking at any of these children, or Preston. He was still a bit disoriented, but lucid enough to decide not to focus on anybody and to try to mentally put himself in a safe place. Preston said, "It's fine if you don't respond. There are no questions that I have for you, and any of the information that I might have for you, it will all be shared accordingly. Hopefully, you enjoyed my sensational website documenting your indiscretions. Honestly, we weren't surprised when you began sleeping around. We were a little shocked that it took you so long. Perhaps, you'd been living the lascivious life and simply couldn't keep it as secret once you were put out to pasture by the wife. Because the first several were quite liberal. Could you imagine how much footage we would have had if you continued down that path? You were like an insatiable beast, on the hunt for… dark meat." Stevie flinched, but kept just trying to center himself.

"Without further adieu, I feel that I should introduce you to the Unlucky 13 Platoon. Dystra, front and center!" A child stepped forward and Stevie reflexively looked at him, then was stuck on him. "I know that you recognize Jamie Dystra. You've liked a few of his photos on social media, despite not being friends with his mother on social media. I don't know how the mind of a person like you works, but I think that if there's any similarities between you and any other man, you've probably noted the similar features between yourself and the child, even possibly did the math and figured that the timeline is right. What you also likely did - what I likely would have done was remember that she probably screwed at least 20 other guys in the same time frame. Then, what I would have done would have been to pay money for a DNA test, and if it turned out that I was the father, paid her off and gotten her to agree to silence. What you probably did was rationalize that you wouldn't see her again and unless she came to you making claims, she didn't want you to be a father, anyway. So, what I did was hunt down every single woman that ever knew you. You didn't have anyone in your catalog like the one that you married. Most of these people were penniless or part of the Foundation. Some were simply excited for the opportunity to have lunch with Preston Schuester and be of some help. Others were pretty cheap. At any rate, I was able to find what I now fondly call the Unlucky 13. Women who thought that because Candace Dystra and Charlie Darling got knocked up by the same kid during a sexy weekend roust that they were getting a pretty sweet deal. A free batch of Aryan semen from someone who wouldn't battle them in court or tell them no. And if you didn't turn out to be a complete failure, they would have had their dream children. Instead, they got these…" He held out a hand to them. "Not a high caliber bunch, but useful, nonetheless."

Now, Stevie looked at the other children. They were mostly boys, and there appeared to be… he counted… 16 of them. This had to be a ruse. There was no way that he had 16 children out there. None.

"As a matter of fact, I do believe that I should give the signal for my specialist to leak the information. DNA test results, physical proof of this, so that we all know it's real."

"If you think that you'll somehow psychologically break me, I have some news for you. You're way too late," Stevie finally said.

"Oh, I don't doubt that. You are definitely a psychopath, with what I've seen. This dungeon of people that God only knows what they did for you to believe that they deserved a cell here. I want to wait until your body is found and your followers mourn, believing in a martyr, to show the world what you really were. All of the abductions, beatings, murders. I'm curious to know if you've fucked more women or killed more men in your stumblebum lifetime, but it seems rude to ask… Top three, step forward!" Three boys followed the order and Preston introduced them, "You've met Jamie Dystra, this is Chuck Darling, his twin sister Charlize is over there, and Jackpot July. Now, Jackpot's only a nickname. The kid's name is actually Jacksonville, but we call him Jackpot, because he can do things like this…" Preston snapped his fingers, Jackpot withdrew a gun and fired it at Dani, without even looking at her.

She groaned and held herself. Stevie's eyes were wide, staring at her and having some flashes in his mind. "If you think that seems familiar, it's because Jackpot hit her in the exact same spot that Mary Evans was shot, when my son killed her."

Stevie took a swallow and began to whisper, "Cheri, Cowboy, Woody, Sheva, Sterling, Charmaine…"

"Is that what you do when you're stressed out? Name the people that you're going to watch die. Where on the list does rainbowhead fall?" Preston asked. Stevie looked over at Dani, struggling and writhing in pain. He wanted to rage at Preston and promised him that he would fucking kill him for this, whether or not Dani made it, but that would give him pleasure, and Stevie was trying really hard not to do that.

"Dani…" He called out, gently. She tried to look his way, but she was in so much pain. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything that I've ever put you through, okay? I know, this takes the cake and it's too little too late, but I wanted you to know that I'm sorry and I never could have done all of this without you. You downplayed yourself a lot, but I needed you and I'm thankful that I had you…" She smiled a little bit and opened her mouth to say something, but Preston snapped his fingers and the top three all fired one shot into her. One in her heart, one in the head and one right where the last one was. Stevie bit his lips and laid his head back as Dani's blood ran from her body the way that he saw happen to others before. None of the others mattered this way.

"Glad you got to tell her how you felt," Preston said. "Sometimes, it's good to get things off your chest before you go, which was why, I think that your little girlfriend made sure that she wrote you all of the ways in which she hated you, but she conveniently left out this little bundle of joy…" He placed a hand on a boy's back. He didn't look too much older than Cowboy. "What was your mom's name?" Preston asked the boy.

"Electra, Sir!" the small voice called out. Stevie winced. That was his girlfriend whenever he went into the institution. He had no idea that she was pregnant. As far as he knew, she'd left town. She blocked him on everything that she had an account on, so he never got around to getting in touch with her and hadn't really tried because she was clear that she hated him and wanted nothing more to do with him after he killed Hank.

Preston patted the boy on the head and told Stevie, "You may be wondering, why would someone go this far for vengeance?"

"We fucked your family up and took you down. I get it," Stevie said.

"No, I don't think that you do get it, but you will. Every time you and your brother go on some type of crusade, I lose a member of my family. Maybe, if I'm surrounded bu your family instead, one or more of you will exercise some restraint…" He leaned in to Stevie and whispered in his ear, "And if they perish, they perish."

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Jane was on the phone with Aphasia, laughing and chatting whenever she got confused about some things coming into her email from Ghostskins Inc. "Hey, is Stevie sending me things, right now?" She wondered.

"Not to my knowledge, but maybe he had a few things before we go?"

"How far are you from his headquarters?"

"We texted him that we stopped for food and to see if he wanted anything. He hasn't replied to us yet, but it'll maybe be another 20 minutes before we pull in over there."

"Okay, well… Let me call him real quick to see what in the world all of this is. Girl, I'm shook. He can't possibly mean to send me this…"

"I guess you'll tell me in a little while, because I'm intrigued, now."

"Bye, I said!" Jane told her and disconnected, laughing. She called Stevie.

Preston looked at the phone. JaneyPie. "You need to get rid of her, but keep it together. I would hate for my soldier at her location to have to detonate because it seems like she'll interfere with our date. He answered the phone and put it up to Stevie's ear.

Reception was terrible down here, but he could make out what she was saying, "Getting files... Sensitive material about you... Are you sending… What I'm supposed to…"

"Hey, Janey - you're breaking up. Maybe I can call you back in a little while?"

"Okay. But… I mean… Is everything alright? Is this a purge and you just want me to encrypt and save or is this something that we need to research and look through, or what? Just, gimme at least a direction."

"Well, I'm actually downstairs right now, but just take whatever you've got there and use your best judgement. I trust you."

She sighed and stretched, "Okay, Will do. Phai and Matt are on their way in a few, so wrap it up, whatever you're doing."

"Absolutely. Give Mace-Mace and Majey kisses for me."

She sat up straight and looked confused, then said, calmly, "Of course. Of course. See you soon."

"Take care."

Preston hung up the phone and commented, "She's good at what she does. She's certainly not as good as the one before her, but she'll definitely find all the little easter eggs in not only what's being sent to you but anything else that we put in special places for her to find. That was how she found out about Washington, where you thought that I would be. I was pleasantly surprised and a little bit worried whenever she did find it. I wanted her to, but I was slightly hoping that she wasn't that good yet. With time she could be the next… whatever the other one was that I had killed… Cohen, whatever." Stevie gasped and his eyes went wide. "Now, I sure doubt that you believed that somebody like her, with what she stood for, worked for and could do wasn't just a victim of circumstance?" Preston laughed. "Son, the Foundation has some of the biggest stock in the police force that there is! That organization was founded on Foundation ideals. There was no way that I could allow Cohen to roam the Internet freely when I was set to finally exact my revenge on you and your motley band of degenerates. I bought her life for a meagher promotion, some PTO, and a transfer to a better precinct…" Stevie howled and tried to break from his restraints, no longer able to center himself anymore. Preston laughed, "Yes! Yes! THAT is the Stevie Evans that I have been eager to meet!"

Stevie growled, "I'll kill you! I will fucking kill you!"

"I'd better make it a little bit harder for you then. Training exercise, Top 3. Select your precision tool." He said, pushing a stand with surgical knives on it in their direction. "Electra's boy, here."He handed him Stevie's phone and put him up on a stool. "You'll record their progress…"

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Jane called Aphasia right back and called Cheri on conference.

Aphasia: Okay, Girl - what did he send?

Cheri: Jane? Who is that? What is this?

Aphasia: Is that Stevie's wife? What is happening?

Jane: Both of you, please! I just talked to Stevie, to ask him about all of these weird files that I was being sent and he told me to give Mace-Mace and Majey kisses for him…

Cheri: *Gasps*

Aphasia: Okay, that is code, I guess… But, to be honest, I have forgotten most of the codes, as we haven't talked about them in a while…

Cheri: Messing up you kids' nicknames means that an enemy is with him, give kisses means that he can't get away - so either tied up or held hostage with a weapon. Either way…

Aphasia: We're gonna head to Happy Place, right now.

Cheri: What if it's an ambush, though? He wouldn't want you to do that. Jane, what else did he say? How'd he end the call?

Jane: Take care.

Cheri: *Sobs* He doesn't plan on making it out alive and wants me to execute some plans. Thank you. *Hangs up*

Aphasia: We're heading there.

Jane: PLEASE, keep me posted, if possible...

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Stevie was in pain, but most of his crying out was for his friends, and how he had lost more of them. Dani, and he knew that the cops hated Andrea and that those particular cops even probably knew her, but an actual purposeful assassination hadn't occurred to him. Well, it had, but he passed it off as his imagination, just as he had about the fear that he probably had several children out there, fatherless or with fathers that didn't fully see them as theirs, or something!

"Commanding Father, is he actually in pain, or is he just making noise for his friends who will arrive soon?" Jamie wondered.

"Both, I'm sure. But, let's not be distracted by it. This is not the only garbage that will scream when you're disposing of it. Never let it take you off task," Preston said.

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Cheri urgently gathered up the family in the common room. As they waited for everyone to get there, she asked Cowboy, "Did you and Daddy fully cover engaging Exodus 2.0?" He frowned, but nodded his head. "And you know that this time around, it may be much longer before you're retrieved?"

"Daddy said that he wished that he had left us there until everything blew over. That there was enough for us to survive long enough and next time, don't leave until all supplies are gone, because that means that he's dead and nobody is coming," Cowboy sadly reported as the last of them rushed in.

"What's happening?" Mama T wondered.

Cheri said sadly, "I hate to have to do this to you, but Lamentations is rolling and we need to engage Exodus 2.0 and operation Revelations." Mama T covered her face as Sam and Stacie looked confused.

"Are you positive?" Jake asked.

"He told Jane give Mace-Mace and Majey kisses for him and ended the call with take care."

Now, Stacie understood, "Stevie's paranoid code words! I don't remember most of them. After a while, when nobody ever came for us, I sort of let the information slip away…"

Cheri assured her, "Me, Mama T, Jake and Cowboy should have all the details needed in order for this to move forward."

Sam wondered, "What has happened and what do I need to do?"

"What has happened is somebody has him and he can't get away and doesn't expect to live," Cheri said, with teary eyes and a matching voice. "What we need to do is get the kids to safety with Mercedes, and if we can attack them back, attack, and if not, at least make sure that we destroy everything in the Ghostskins Headquarters and all of his computers and such… I'll take care of that part…" She wondered if Dani was safe or not. They were old friends. They didn't talk much anymore, but she and Stevie were still good and she worked at the headquarters… But, if somebody had Stevie, they definitely had Dani, unless she wasn't anywhere near the building.

Sam asked, "How do we attack the place?"

Jake commented, "You don't. You can stay in the bunker, with the kids, because you're disabled, now. And we don't have time to argue the shit if Stevie's been taken. Because we gotta fucking get him."

Cheri reported, "He's supposedly at Happy Place, but I don't know if they've taken him elsewhere…"

"What is Happy Place?" Sam asked.

"The ranch," Cheri said, then continued, "Mercy, the bunker is beneath me and Stevie's quarters and set up like your old bedroom and maternity cave, side by side. Stevie stocked it with supplies when we moved in here. Cowboy knows all the guidelines and is…" she turned to him and said, "Round up all the kids and do your thing, Big Boy."

"Yes, Ma'am!" Cowboy said and rushed to find his cousins, sprawled all over the house.

Cheri finished, "I can get on the phone with you while we head off, but me and Jake have got to go, and the rest of you can figure out whether you wanna run or bunk up in the room that we've prepped for this."

Mama T said, "So, we're on Exodus and you and Jake are on Revelations, because Stevie is in Lamentations. You two have to get on, then." She hugged them both and turned to the room, "Okay, so does anybody have any ideas?"

Sam commented, "I have an idea. Instead of Cheri and Jake rushing to the danger, I go instead. Meanwhile, the rest of y'all rush to the airport with everything you can. Go fly somewhere, anywhere, as long as y'all are together. Whatever they do to me and Stevie, the ones that they actually want, it should give y'all time to get outta dodge."

Mama T nodded, "Okay, I say we'll go on and put a pin in that to see if we can circle around to it later; but in the meantime, anybody got any good ideas?"Cowboy came back with the children and he, Mama T, and Stacie helped to gather them up and escort them and Mercedes to the safe room while Sam rushed after Jake and Cheri. She didn't bother stopping him. They would waste time if they argued too much and this was a life or death situation…

Jake shook his head and tried to keep Sam from getting into the pink range rover, "Absolutely not. I'm not losing ALL of my fucking brothers today!" Jake fussed.

"Neither am I!" Sam roared back and flung open a backdoor.

Cheri reminded them, "We don't have time for this!" She was getting on the bluetooth to try to see if Stevie still had access to his phone. To try to see if she could get anything else out of him or something! Nobody answered, though. She was breathing hard and said, "Okay, okay, lemme call Jane back and see if she can break down the whole conversation for me. Maybe there was something else in what he said to give me something…"

Sam listened to his heart beating in his ears as they drove the distance to the building. It wasn't as far away from Dwight's home as it was from his own, or from Stevie's, so thank God - they didn't have far to drive, but they were all so emotional and didn't even know what in the Lord's name that they were driving into…

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Matt and his guards pulled up in their black vehicles and noticed that Stevie's vehicle wasn't there. Maybe it had been moved by whoever had him? Aphasia flipped through her keys to find her copy and they let themselves inside. The alarm wasn't set. She rushed into Stevie's office with Matt behind her and the rest of the guys keeping watch. Whenever she went into the closet and moved the rug, opened the door and pointed her gun inside, nothing happened.

She carefully went down and was followed by Matt and a couple of guards, all with guns drawn as they went into the musty and dimly lit dungeon. She walked by a wall that she'd only seen clean before, but now it was covered in smiley faces… that she was almost certain were finger drawn in blood. That sent a shiver up her spine. Even knowing the type of people that Stevie brought here, knowing that he did… something… like that was troubling… She gasped when they got to a certain cell. Stevie's guards and his assistant were all dead in it. One of Matt's guards vomited, on the spot. Matt said, "Go back up, I think that they've took him and left." Whenever the guards went up, Aphasia ws still searching around. "How many people do you think he's brought here? How many do you think that we helped him to find?"

She just shook her head, "If I had to guess, I'd say as many as there are smiley faces on that wall."

"Good fucking God. That's… a lot." He stared at the wall and then pointed at the bottom, "What do you think of that last one down there?" They went over to it and it was much lower than the others and bigger. "Looks like the blood is fresh."

"And it looks like a child did it…" Now, she had to throw up and she bent over and did. "We gotta… get out of here."

"We need to grab his friend, at least. We can't leave her in this dungeon."

"We can't take her with us! We'll get her DNA everywhere. We need to get out of here before OUR DNA is left behind."

"There can be DNA in vomit, if your saliva is in there…" he said.

"Let's go!" She fussed and came back up the stairs, calling Jane as she did. Jane didn't answer, though. "Ugh!"

Matt said, "Look… So… I don't know what their plan is, but it looks like they've taken Stevie and left. Maybe they intend to return, maybe not. Regardless - we have to get out of here, if we're gonna feign that we had no idea what was in that basement, after Stevie… is found," he looked at the ground for a moment, then pulled himself together, "We can't be attached to this. It is entirely too much." They began to go outside and whenever Matt was about to set the alarm, Aphasia shook her head, 'no.' Now, Aphasia tried to call Cheri back.

"Hello?"

"Cheri, Matt and I checked Happy Place for Stevie. He's not here. We think that they took him somewhere else. But, Cheri… his guards and the assistant are here…" She sighed. "They're downstairs and they've all been shot…"

"Thank you. I will take care of everything," she said.

"Should Matt and I hang back to help with anything? Support? Finding Stevie?"

"No, actually. I have Happy Place under control. If Matt could try to see if he could find anything out, because Jane… Jane…" she sniffled, "Jane's not available anymore…"

"What does that mean?"

"It means that I was talking to her on the phone, then I heard the loudest boom sound that I have ever heard in my life and now, she's not answering.

"Oh my God. We're gonna head her way, then…" Aphasia hung up and told Matt, "Something may have happened to Jane." They rushed to the vehicles and passed by Cheri's as she was coming into the place.

Jake and she rushed out of the vehicle, but it took Sam a little bit longer. Whenever they got inside, Jake went to the computer on Stevie's desk and used a key on his ring to unlock a drawer beneath it for his instructions. He started to get rid of the stuff there, while Cheri opened the back of her rover and grabbed a tarp. Sam wondered what that was for, but followed her, silently. She told him, "Watch your step and… I don't know… Prepare to be grossed out, I guess…" He came down the narrow stairs and followed her past these cells, and the horror in his chest and gut were indescribable. Had… Stevie done all of this? Was that blood? Cheri stopped at a cell and she went to open it, but it was locked. She sighed and lowered her head, "I don't have a key to the cells, because one of ours is not supposed to be inside of them." She started crying, "How do I just burn the body of a friend? Just… leave her here, with no burial and let her ashes meld with the ashes of racial terrorists and monsters?"

Sam looked around for something and then started to beat the lock with it until he broke it loose. Cheri gratefully rushed in, with the tarp and set it down She turned Dani around and gasped at the look on her face - the horror and pain. She tried to close her eyes, then simply rolled her onto her back and pulled her on the tarp, to wrap her up. "Do you need help?" Sam wondered.

"If you're asking me if this is something that I do, the answer is 'no.' I've never had to do anything here before and Stevie never brought me down here. I just… knew what to expect, sort of. I've never seen a…" she sniffled and Sam went to try to help her wrap Dani up to get her out of there. "Stevie isn't perfect. I know, that's an understatement, considering what we're looking at… but, just know… he'd never do something like this. This wasn't him."

"I know. But… what do you plan on doing with her? We can't just take her out of here."

"Why not? I'll say that someone left her in my trunk as a message, much like the very popular scene from the R Word movie when Tina finds her dead sister in her car. We've been terrorized and the things are often horrible. They can't prove someone DIDN'T put her in my trunk!"

"They can if they're watching right now and if they record YOU putting her in there."

"I'm not leaving her."

"Should we get these guards then?"

"I'm sorry for their families, but if I overdo it, I certainly wouldn't be believed…" It took her and Sam a while to get the body up the stairs and when they did, Jake met them to put her in the trunk. Cheri began pouring gasoline downstairs and then throughout the headquarters until she had it all doused and set the whole thing on fire, then jumped into her vehicle that Jake was already pulling away from whenever it began to go up. She checked her phone and saw messages.

Aphasia: We've come to Jane's, and an explosion went off. Mason and the twins weren't inside, but now the rescue team is trying to find her.

Cheri: We've just left the ranch. No idea where Stevie is, but hoping that they reach out to us soon. Mama T, Stacie, Mercy and the kids are all safe. Has Mason been warned?

Aphasia: Mason is here. He's not okay. The house looks pretty… bad…

Cheri: I feel numb. I don't know if I have more emotions to express.

Aphasia: Can you bring Jake to Mason?

"Jake… do you want to go check on Mason? Jane's possibly been caught in the explosion we heard earlier. There's a squad trying to rescue her and Mason is outside."

Jake nodded, "On the way there."

Now, Cheri called Mama T., "They moved him. Anybody contact you?"

"No. And Matt's website has gone silent, too."

"I think because Jane was on it and now, they've bombed her house…" Cheri said, voice even.

"Does… she still work out of her basement?" Mama T wondered.

"Yes. So… she's very likely buried under an entire house's portion of rubble."

"And we simply stay here, right?"

"That was the initial plan. To brainstorm next steps and wait for a potential attack to pass over."

Jake asked from the driver's seat, "Have they gotten in contact with Bree and Joe?"

Mama T answered, "In order not to compromise the panic room, Bree and Joe aren't coming back to the house while we're on this alert. They're meeting each other at the church. Joe's coming from the community center and Bree's coming from POM."

They're currently safe," Cheri told Jake. To Mama T, she said, "We'll call back again soon. Make sure all your ringers are off,just in case someone is near the door."

Sam wondered, "How are we going to find Stevie?"

Cheri shook her head, "Either, they'll tell us, or we'll have to wait until he's been found. I'm more confused and concerned about what we'll do when we see whoever took him -"

"Kill them," Sam and Jake said, simultaneously.

"That's what concerns me," she said.

Jake told her, "Cheri, look, I know that you're all for the peace and pacifism and all of that, but these people will never leave us alone, not until they're dead. We had our hunches about what Stevie was doing at Happy Place and we didn't interfere, because we knew, deep down inside that he was doing the world some good. We can't let the people that took Papa Dwight out of this world stay in it. It is them or us."

"No, I only meant… Stevie is the one that knows how to fix these things. Nobody here is a murderer. We have no idea how to do it, or how to get away with it."

"One of us does," Jake reminded her and glanced in the rearview mirror at Sam, who simply nodded.

"I'll do whatever I need to, to keep our family safe," Sam said.

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Whenever they got to Mason and Jane's house, Aphasia had Major I and Mason II cuddled up at her sides and Matt was trying to comfort Mason. Jake suggested to Sam, "Maybe, stay here for a moment?" He and Cheri got out of the rover and rushed over to where they saw their friends. Jake approached Mason and Mason quickly turned to him and hurried into his hug, crying. "Did they find her, yet?" Jake wondered.

"I heard them on the walkie say that they found a 'body' buried beneath the wreckage. A body, Jake! They didn't say a survivor, or even a woman, but a body. Something that's not living, not a person."

"That doesn't mean anything, Mase. If they haven't dug her out, there's no reason to jump to conclusions, okay? She might be fine…" Jake squeezed him and tried to rub his back. "I have to believe that she's fine."

"She's pregnant and she's been sick!" Mason said. "She told me that she was going to lay down, but then she got some emails and she started looking into things. I only took the kids right around the corner to go see about getting pumpkins! They could have been inside when this happened if I hadn't been so frustrated with her for doing work when she said she would lay down! And I was mean about it, Jake. The last thing I said to her was so mean…" He wailed.

"I'm sure that she didn't take it that way. Even when you think you're mean, trust me, the rest of us kinda laugh it off. She knew that you were just concerned about her and the baby and that is what is going to help her survive this, okay?"

Sam was looking at them from the backseat of Cheri's rover when he got a phone call from Stevie's number. He took a deep breath and answered it, but didn't say anything. Instead, he waited.

"Sam Evans?" a child's voice said.

"Yes?" Sam thought for a moment that maybe someone found Stevie's phone and was trying to return it or something.

"The turncoat Steven Evans is waiting for your arrival at the house that you met Will Schuester. If you try to tell anyone, another bomb will be detonated, but I can't tell you where that one is."

"Okay. But, I don't have the keys to this vehicle. I'll have to try to get them from my brother and he'll wonder why," Sam said, getting out of the backseat, but Jake had actually left the keys in there, in case Sam needed to adjust the AC or something… "Nevermind. He left the keys. Confirm… I met Will Schuester at Preston Schuester's old estate…"

"If you take longer than the 45 minutes it takes to get here, Steven Evans will be beheaded and definistrated, and all that you will find here is his severed head."

"Dear God, how young are you?" Sam wondered. The child hung up on him and he buckled his seat belt and drove away.

Cheri ran towards her rover and waved her hands, but Sam swerved to miss her and kept driving, accelerating. She pulled out her phone and began to call him, but he didn't answer, so she called Mama T. "Hey! Sam just took my goddamn rover and like burnt rubber pulling off!"

"They must have contacted him," Mama T said.

"Yeah, but… He… Can't just GO to them! We needed a plan or something, and Dani's body is in the trunk and…" She yelped as they carried out a woman's body from the rubbish, on a stretcher and covered up. "Oh my God… Is that…?" Mason tried to run over, but Jake tried to hold him back. It didn't work. Aphasia covered the twins' eyes as best as she could with each of her hands, but they could still see a little and hear everything.

Mason told the authorities, "I live here! This is my house! That… I have to identify if…" They let him through and he pulled the cover off and collapsed onto the ground in a ball that Jake quickly tried to console.

"I think that they found Jane," she said and went over, still holding the phone, tightly. Whenever she reached them, the body was being covered back up, but it wasn't Jane. It was De'Wanda.

"Where is Jane? Where is she?" Mason wondered, crying out to whoever was listening and could possibly answer.

"It wasn't Jane. It was De'Wanda Umber," Cheri said… "They… aren't attacking the family this time. I mean, they are, but…"

"They're attacking the family he created, not the one that he was born into," Mama T replied.

"I have to get them to activate the tracker on my rover, if they haven't had him switch it out or something."

"Don't let me get in the way of anything," Mama T said and hung up the phone.

Cheri went to Matt and said, "These hits have been on the family that Stevie chose. The Evans house seems unscathed, but Dani, Jane, and now De'Wanda… These are the people that Stevie built his ideal family of. That means you two, too…"

Matt quickly pulled out his phone to call and check on Mattie, at the Cohens' home. So far, so good. He hung up, relieved but still pretty tense. "Where did Sam go?" he finally wondered.

"I think that he went to meet them. I have my vehicle being tracked…" before she could finish, Matt began jogging towards his own SUV and she followed him. "If you're going, I'm going. I might stay on the sidelines when Stevie's out there with you putting himself on the line, but HE's the victim in need of a savior today, and that shit has always been my calling." She jumped into the passenger's seat and Matt peeled off before she could barely get her seatbelt on.

Jake brought Mason over to his kids and they all hugged, all crying, as the search for Jane in the pile continued. He and Aphasia gave them some space to try to come to grips with whatever the outcome of this search would be. Aphasia told Jake, "So, basically - I'm sure that Sam was called out, he took off, Cheri told Matt and he gave chase."

"Sounds like all of them, to me," Jake said. "Damn it."

"Should we follow, too?" she wondered. Mason stood up, grabbed his keys out of his pocket and handed them to her, without saying a word. She gave him a hug and said, "Whoever we find, I'm putting one in they ass for Jane, you got me?"

He shrugged his shoulders and shook his head, "She'll still be gone."

.

Sam was driving when something occurred to him… They said 45 minutes. Preston Schuester's old estate was only about 25 minutes away from Jane's house. Wait… Where did he meet Will Schuester? He thought at a Schuester party. He'd remembered that day so vividly, it was hard to believe that any details were left out… But, WAIT! He met Will, in passing, at an event hosted by Matt's mother… He met Will at Matt's parents' old house, technically…

Cheri frowned and wondered, "Wait, why did he turn around and go the other way?"

"Maybe he remembered something, or they called and changed the location of the place," Matt said, "But, I can catch up with him easier, now…" He swerved too, "I oughtta be able to cut through and take a shortcut to meet up behind him…. Shit!"

"What?"

"That's my wife behind us, in Mason's van…" Matt shook his head and said, "If they want to get Stevie's closest, we're all driving right to them…"

"Well… I mean… If he's in Lamentations mode, he needs as many people coming to fight for him as we can give."

"I know. But, I'm selfish, and I don't want my wife being one of them." He twitched. "But, she's driving. She made a decision…"

"Hey… What if we win, though?" Cheri offered. Matt nodded his head and sped up, with Aphasia nearly right behind him. They were both still several minutes behind Sam, and he was hauling ass. Eventually he stopped and Matt almost steered off of the road. "Jesus!" Cheri cried out and put her hand over her chest.

"Sorry… That's… I used to live there… That's…"

"Where they killed your family…" She finished for him, recognizing the familiar street name from the news. Matt tried to focus, but he was already thrown off of his game. He hadn't been there in years and was unsure of how he would handle being there, but Stevie was in trouble. He tried to pull himself together, but was already triggered. He just had to make it there. Because… What if we win?

.

Sam walked into the house, because the door was open and he jumped at the sight of things. Jane and Bree were there, and they were gagged and tied up, much like Matt's older sister and mother had been. The rest of the room was so much like the scene that he knew Preston had seen the tape. He gagged and tried to catch his breath when he saw Stevie and… somebody who looked a HELL of a lot like Dwight tied up like Matt's brother and father. Sam nearly broke down seeing this. Was… there also a CHILD here? A little girl…? He saw what appeared to be a blond boy, but with long hair and he went over to check on him.

"The infamous forensic print! I can't believe that you've done it, again!" Preston cheered. Sam jumped and quickly turned to face him. The man smirked and asked, "Did I properly capture the aesthetics?"